我对她的唯一印象

My mother fell seriously ill when I was three years old and left me forever. She left my father, and I don't have many impressions of my mother. I only remember her taking me for a walk on the railway tracks

丹特姆.洛克The weather that day was not very good, with a hazy gray sky and occasional drizzle. My mother held my hand and walked around the fence of the railway tracks. She pointed to the signal light at the nearby train station and told me that the green light was safe, the red light was a dangerous car, and the stones scattered around the tracks made me stumble. As I was about to finish walking, an old lady appeared in front of me, The scars of time appeared on her face. She was limping with a crutch in her left hand, neither rushing nor slowing down, neither arrogant nor restless. But the red light was on, and my mother pulled me to a safe place on the outskirts. She went back and grabbed the old man, shouting to her, "It's dangerous here, there's a train coming." The old man remained indifferent and looked at her, who was weak. Now, my mother can't pull, and the train is getting closer. My mother had to leave, He pulled my head and walked away without looking back. I turned around and saw that the old lady was no longer there, leaving only the train carriage still in motion.

Perhaps it was the death of my grandmother that made me remember so clearly, rather than walking with my mother

Is the final destination of life death? I cannot answer this question with a clear and definite answer. There are many people at the station every day, traveling from different places to the desired city. I don't know what those hurried people are busy with, but what is certain is that it is important to them. After eating the chocolate, they can buy new chocolate. The chocolate in the warehouse is sold out, and the factory will produce new chocolate. Every minute and second of the day, Some people come and some walk, and the whole world seems busy. In a moment, I seem like just a bystander, quietly watching the flow of time. Perhaps death is the end, but also a new beginning.