Stare anxiously until your eyes are tired.
It was raining outside the window, and the old man sat in a chair and stayed up late. ...
Son, it's time to come! The old man is always looking forward to his son appearing in the yard and at the door. The baby is the mother's heart, no matter how far away, the heart is still together.
"The children are on their way," she thought. There is wind and rain. The road is slippery in the dark, and the clothes are already soaked, right? She seemed to see her son in the cold war, as if seeing rain and sweat flowing on his face. She wants to stop the children and find a hotel to stay first. Keep a bright fire, put on loose pants and use hot foot washing water to drive away fatigue.
Village entrance, slowly, slowly revealed the whole figure. See your mother! He ran to her waving his hat, his face was filled with a happy smile, and his steps were so cheerful that he jumped with his mother's heart. She stretched out her hand and cut her sideburns, slightly messy and gray, and smiled with relief. Oh, it's good to be back! All right, all right!
Suddenly, my son ran out of feet and fell down. Her heart suddenly tightened. Alas, another dream.
"Son," she groaned and woke up from a dream.