Go through that happy time.

The wine brewed by the sun was very light but very mellow, and it was poured lightly on the ground. There was an intoxicating aroma of wine in the air. On this beautiful afternoon, I grabbed a wooden comb on a whim and wanted to comb my mother's hair.

Combing her mother's silky hair, she suddenly recalled her favorite play with her mother's hair when she was a child. A black hair, like fine silk, delicate and supple.

The sun came in restlessly, arousing my thoughts. Neighbors always praised her mother for her good looks and black hair, which was her most beautiful sign. When I was little, I always boasted with a childish voice like a playmate. My mother is the most beautiful person in the world. You see her hair is so black and smooth, she will never grow old.

The sun, like a naughty elf, danced a waltz on her mother's hair, shining on her mother's hair. A wisp of white was interspersed in the mother's thick black satin. I widened my eyes in disbelief. Maybe it's the sun's rays, I comfort myself in my heart. But that sunshine, but the hateful retreat, seems to be laughing at my innocence.

It was indeed a streak of white, and against the black background, it was particularly dazzling, and it made my eyes hurt. I panicked immediately, and the knuckles of my fingers holding the wooden comb turned white. The door to memory was quietly opened.

On a summer night, the sky is full of stars. My mother was obsessed with the palm fan and fanned me one by one. I snuggled up beside my mother, looked up, and watched her point out the stars to me. "啾啾" That is Altair, opposite is Vega. On either side are their children. mother said. "Children? Does Xingxing also have children?" I asked, staring. So, my mother told me the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. My mother told it seriously, and I listened carefully. In the wind, my mother's silky hair brushed across my face from time to time. I stretched out my hands and hugged my mother. Mom, we'll be together forever, okay? Don't be as short-lived as the love between Dong Yong and Zhi Nu, and you'll never grow old, okay?

In the dark night, my mother nodded heavily and hugged me into her arms.

Time passed slowly. The childhood saying "mothers don't grow old" no longer exists. Yes, it is time to learn to take responsibility and learn to cherish. Cherish every minute and second, cherish the people around you, cherish love.

I slammed into my mother's neck, buried my red eyes in my mother's shoulders, and whispered "Mom!" Then she opened her palms and put the white hair into her hands.

"what"? Mother widened her eyes and smiled lightly.

I don't know who was taking pictures outside the window, and this scene was frozen.

Years later, when I opened the photo again, my mother seemed to be that young and beautiful mother again, her smile dimmed even the sun. And I, in this sunshine, in that happy time. Learn to love, learn to cherish. Cherish every minute and second with your mother and cherish love.

This is something my mother taught me, and I haven't dared to forget it since.