Mom, I came back late

Mom, I came back late Su Wei Mom, I came back late. A few days ago, I heard your loud laughter from the overseas phone call, and imagined your gentle steps as before...

Mom, I'm late when I come back Su Wei Mom, I'm late when I come back. A few days ago, I heard your loud laughter from the overseas phone call, and imagined you walking lightly and smiling as before. You have always been like this: Mount Tai collapses but remains unchanged, ups and downs remain undisturbed, favors and disgrace remain unfazed. I thought you would be waiting for the return of my son who had traveled far away like you did in the past. A cup of tea and a whisper could wipe away the dust for me. You can turn any difficulty into a smooth road in life. You are such a calm mother who never loses ground when advancing or retreating. Mom, you may be the most ordinary woman in the world, and all your fame and glory have nothing to do with you. You never seem to care about every detail of worldly utilitarianism. You will welcome any friend, rich or poor, into your home with a smile. Any complicated disputes can be extinguished in your big and easy smile. Any storm that shakes the world can be resolved with your ease. With a flick of your sleeves or a wave of your hand, whether it is the raging war of the Anti-Japanese War or the turmoil of the Cultural Revolution, the endless entanglements that a traditional big family may have, or the various life changes that may be poor or luxurious, you will always be the drop of nectar that calms the storm. The ruler that straightens the curve, the invisible hands that condense family warmth and moral confidence, the quiet and calm harbor in the eye of the typhoon. Mom, forgive me, it wasn’t until I became an adult that I suddenly realized: It turns out that you shine with so many noble qualities that are easily overlooked and so touching. Mom, it turns out that you are such a great mother! Mom, I'm late. I was going to write this in my manuscript, but I wanted to save it to tell you in person. Mom, you left in such a hurry that you couldn't even help me with the speed of space travel in the information age. In just half a day, you couldn't see your son and granddaughter who were traveling far away and couldn't hear your son's praises that were decades late! Mom, I will stand in front of you with Duan Duan now. Mom, wake up and look at us again, then look at me and little Duan Duanpang. Mom, you walk slowly. Your style will last forever, your kindness will last forever. Mom, you will always be a good mother and a good mother living in our lives! October 23, 1998