Traveling with my mother for the first time

In order to catch the earliest flight to Sanya, we got up at 4 o'clock in the morning.

It's the cold winter in the north, and the Chinese New Year will be celebrated in two days. My husband and I plan to take my mother to Sanya for the New Year.

"Don't go. I haven't been to many places in Beijing. Why do you want to go so far? " My mother didn't agree at first, but at the urging of my husband and I, my mother agreed.

When I arrived at the airport, it was still dark and I just got rid of the fatigue of going to work. When I was sleepy, I checked in and passed the security check. I thought my mom would be a little sick. On the contrary, my mother was so excited that she didn't sleep much all night. It was not until the plane landed safely in Sanya that I was awakened by a bang. My mother was still recording a video excitedly with her mobile phone at the sliding plane window.

This is her first time to fly, and it is also my first time to take her on a trip during the Spring Festival.

Arriving at the holiday apartment booked in advance, we simply packed our bags, changed our clothes and went out.

June 5438+ 10 is the coldest season in the north, but in Sanya, the sun is shining, the sea breeze is blowing gently, and freedom is everywhere.

Living nearby is a bay beach. Although the Spring Festival is coming, many people still come to visit. There are young couples, families of three with children and, of course, middle-aged couples living with their parents.

The waves are fierce and beat against the beach one after another. My mother and I threw away our slippers, rolled up our trouser legs, and tentatively stepped on the turbulent waves. The rolled trouser legs were wet by the splash aroused by the waves, then rushed to the waves and headed straight for the beach.

Teacher Wang recorded the process of talking and laughing with my mother on his mobile phone, and instantly fixed it on the screen, which made my mother and I laugh.

I was at the seaside when I suddenly found my mother laughing as happily as a child. Also in this seaside, I have never seen the wrinkles around my mother's eyes and the white hair between her temples so clearly.

Actually, it's not the first time for mom to see the sea.

When I was 5 years old, my parents went to work in coastal cities, leaving my sister and me at my grandmother's house. In the current words, it is left-behind children.

My parents brought us delicious food and clothes when they came back from the Spring Festival, and there was a double-decker car-shaped pencil case that other students had never seen. Although our parents are not always with us, we are good students who are often praised by the headmaster in our school because we dress neatly and make progress in our studies.

My parents are going to take me to the school there in a few years.

This is the first time I have been so close to them since they went to work in other places. I dare not get too close to them.

Once, I lay down on my mother and stretched out my hands nervously to help her comb her hair. Unexpectedly, one of them accidentally hurt her, and then she heard her "ouch". I was so scared that I threw the comb down. Although my mother didn't say anything, I felt very wronged.

After that, I never touched my mother's hair again.

After I went to school there, although they were also very concerned about my study, I never bothered them. Except that I was a little uncomfortable when I first arrived, my academic performance has always been among the best. After entering junior high school, the academic burden began to increase. In the days when we leave early and return late, we seldom have time to sit together and talk about my growth and study. I only remember that my father always taught me a lesson after dinner. Until now, I still remember how impatient I was.

In the second semester of the third grade, I transferred back to my hometown because I didn't have a local hukou. Boarding at the principal's house, I became more sensitive and lonely. The senior high school entrance examination was admitted to the key classes of local key high schools with good results. They came back to accompany me until the third semester of senior three. I lived in school, and I was crowded with my classmates in a dormitory with only 1 1 heaters.

They still care about me. Before the start of the next semester in my third year of high school, they all came back and rented a house near the school to take care of my diet and daily life. At that time, especially my mother began to do something for me, which made me feel the benefits of having my parents around.

During lunch break, because I slept very lightly, even the ticking of the alarm clock kept me awake. Mother buckled the battery of the clock; Turn off the TV sound; She was afraid that the sound of the alarm clock would scare me, so she regarded herself as an alarm clock and gently woke me up. ......

I think these are what they should do, so I don't think so. It was not until many years later that I chatted with a high school classmate and talked about those days. They said, I really envy you. At that time, you can still have hot meals when you go home, and you still have time to have a good sleep at noon. Unlike us, when we go back to the dormitory, we have to worry that the dormitory door will not open all the time. ......

After I went to college, my mother once said to me, "In fact, after all these years, I still feel a little guilty about you. I have never been with you for a while, and I have never taken the initiative to care about your study. I have never talked to you about the interesting discoveries of adolescence and the stories around me, nor have I given you too much attention and guidance. Fortunately, you have always made us feel at ease. " A little proud and a little sad.

From then on, I began to consciously express my concern for them.

I have never received so many calls from my mother since I became a North drift. Are you off duty? Have you eaten? Wear more when it's cold. Be extra careful when walking at night, and so on. Until I got married, "I am relieved that someone is taking care of you now." Mom just let go of her heart.

In college, I bought a down jacket for my mother with a scholarship, which cost me half a month's living expenses. Today, after 10 years, she wore this down jacket to visit me at my home in Beijing. It suddenly occurred to me that everything she had done for me in the past was full of affection.

At this time, I looked at my smiling mother on the beach, perhaps because she was with me and saw the sea, so I felt such a surprise.

I began to look forward to the next trip with Ma.