Ask for the composition of the back, the gaze

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Now, when I wake up in the morning and see the cleaners on the road, I am reminded of that hard-working figure back then.

My first conversation with him was on a frosty morning in winter.

In winter, the weather is already very cold, and the north wind is blowing, and as soon as you go out, people can't help but shiver when you open your pants.

Grandma had something to do that day and wanted to take me with her, I had no choice but to leave the warm bed, suddenly, I now came from the door of the noise, I thought that some dog came to rummage through my garbage can, just about to coax away, into my eyes is a very tall grandfather. His face was scorched, his face was full of wrinkles, his brow was always locked, and he coughed from time to time, his back had been bent out of shape by years of cleanliness, and his limbs had frozen in the east wind. He was trembling as he walked.

Walking around on his legs, picking up the garbage that fell from the ground with his calloused hands, he was so serious, as if he was packing up his beloved belongings. Why doesn't he work as a cleaner here at home? The mouth I was about to speak moved, but it didn't make a sound, and in the end I thought it was better to forget it, we weren't familiar with it.

Over time, I could always see him on the street and on the path in front of my door, and we became acquainted.

Since he came, the village has been a lot cleaner, and he will clean up the garbage that he doesn't know what to receive, and the street is not the same as before, and the current ditch is not full of garbage. He cleaned up the trash cans outside the door for everyone in our village, and every time he cleaned them up.

Autumn leaves cover the streets, creating a golden road, but it also means that the cleaners will be busier. But the village is credited, grandpa did not go home to rest for fear of fatigue, but also cleaned up the withered leaves by the street, sometimes tired just wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve and sat aside to rest for a few minutes. The village is getting cleaner and cleaner, but his body is not getting stronger day by day, and his body ......is getting thinner day by day

That day I heard my grandmother and my neighbor's grandmother say, "Have you heard? The old man who cleaned up the village died. "When I heard it, I wondered who could be him? I looked at my grandmother weirdly, and she told me it was the one who talked to you on the street, and he died, and I was shocked ......

Time flies, although he has passed away for many years, I still can't forget his hard-working figure.

As the sun sets, the west wind tightens.

The leaves have fallen, and Autumn has come on the tired fallen leaves. Autumn is coming, people are also sad with autumn, and they are thin with autumn. Thoughts shook off the leaves on the branches. Hang your thoughts all over the branches, miss the autumn when the leaves are flying, and miss the eyes waiting for the children to return and reunite under the fallen leaves.

The leaves are still falling, looking from afar like a flock of tired butterflies. There was a lonely figure under the fallen leaves, it was the mother, a mother who looked into the distance at her children waiting to return home. She looked straight at the road in the distance, and that gaze was so resolute.

I firmly believe that there must be my children in front of my eyes. A firm heart, a pair of longing eyes, that gaze touched me too much.

I sighed, the development of the times has faded away the family affection in the world; I sighed, a heart of hope, a pair of expectant eyes did not see the figure of expectation. I began to sigh, lamenting that we have more and more convenient mobile phones, but not more and more greetings; lamenting that we have faster and faster transportation, but rarely go home to see the lonely figure of my mother under the fallen leaves and that touching gaze; Lamenting that we can send satellites to the moon, but not to our hearts. The times are developing, science and technology are advancing, and the distance between people and home is getting bigger and bigger.

Go home and give a joy to the mother who is waiting for her children to return under the fallen leaves; Go home and give a pair of expectant eyes a glimmer of hope; Go home and give comfort to the lonely heart. Home is like a tree, and the wanderer far away from home is just a fallen leaf, there is only one starting point of the tree, and there is only one end, go home and hang your home full of branches and green because of growth. How touching the mother's looking eyes were, how she wished to have the greetings of her children, how much she hoped that the children would be like she led them when they were young, to hold her hand that had gone through the vicissitudes of the world, to complete the last journey of life.

I think of the smoke shaking because of the return of the wanderer, whether the wanderer who is far away sees it, and whether it makes them remember the way home. Don't let that touching gaze cut off the wanderer's point of no return. Time can't stretch out a hand for you to grasp the clouds and smoke of the past, cherish the present time, and go back to see the touching gaze under the fallen leaves!

The leaves, still falling, look from afar like a weary butterfly, quietly gathering up the beauty of their life. Just for that vow, for a greeting or just for that touching gaze.

Those two are good, especially the second one.

Be careful on the road. Mom stood in the doorway and whispered, "Oh-" I replied nonchalantly as I buttoned up my yellow hat, then kicked off the tripod, kicked up the pedals, and prepared to go.

Going to school? When I remembered the next door, the neighbor's aunt asked with a smile, "Look at your mother still looking at the door." I was stunned, helpless with the front of the car empty, and didn't dare to turn back rashly, just nodded to my neighbor and continued to move forward.

It's just a little panicked, Mom, are you looking at me at the door?

I pedaled slowly, thinking to myself. Suddenly stopped, I turned back sharply, the door of the house was empty, how could there be a mother? Probably the neighbor's aunt was joking. Didn't care, move on.

I was still rushing to school in the same hurry as usual. In the early morning, the streets were not crowded, there were not many people, I stopped in front of the traffic light, and the figure of my mother busy in the kitchen after school every day came to mind, slowly cutting vegetables, and asked lightly, "Are you back?" Suddenly, my heart fluttered, maybe, maybe my mother was really looking at me at the door.

Make up your mind to keep an eye on tomorrow.

Day 2: Be careful on the road! "It's still yesterday's sentence, I nodded a little bit, got on the bike, drove forward, pedaled a few times, suddenly remembered something, a little hesitation flashed in my mind, pinched the brakes, and I looked back.

In an instant, my heart only felt warm. Sure enough, ......When my mother saw me stop, she looked at me and asked, "What's wrong?" I took a deep breath and shook my head.

Keep moving forward. Unlike usual, this time, I felt a burning in my back, and a gentle gaze could easily perceive it, and I rode unfast, and pedaled with a little nostalgia, giving my mother more time and leaving myself some free time.

Every day after that, on the way out of the house, I hurried to school slowly, unhurriedly, because I knew there was a gaze behind me. It's really "my mother is worried", when my mother sends me out, she always tells me to "be careful on the road", with a faint tone and a warm local accent, I am not sure how many similar mornings there will be in my future life, which can make my mother look at each other with a relieved heart, and also let me experience that deep gaze. Maybe the journey of life will be stormy in the future, maybe I am just like a small boat that has just set sail, but I will always drive slowly before the road turns, because I know that the eyes cast by my mother behind me will not turn ......