In my dream, the flowers, the beautiful scenery once within reach, and Zhan Yan's mother's face gradually faded away, until what was left in front of me was endless darkness. When I woke up in my dream, it was still a permanent night. The world disappeared with me, leaving no image. It should be eight o'clock in the morning. Listen to my mother, the pig alarm clock on my bedside table wakes me up at eight o'clock every morning on time. I slowly groped my way to the window. It may be another fine day today. The sun shines on me, and I feel very warm. There are lovely birds singing outside the window. I tried to calm myself down and feel more flowers and birds this spring, but I still couldn't help shivering. Perhaps the dark and thorough world in front of me made me feel a cold silence! My mother also told me to come to this window to bask in the sun after getting up at eight every morning. It is said that at eight o'clock in the morning, the sun will shine directly through this window. The sun is the warmest at this time, and it can even cure my illness. How is that possible? This must be my mother's simple and beautiful but unattainable wish.

I often imagine the world as a miniature universe. Everyone has his own planet, which is close to each other but mutually exclusive. And I, oh, what am I? I should be a black hole, cold and lonely.

Before the accident, I had a very warm home. Serious but loving father, nagging but virtuous mother, naughty but sensible me. This is all I have, yes, all the happiness, all the happiness. But all this, because of the car accident, has undergone earth-shaking changes. Dad quietly left when I was in a coma due to excessive blood loss, and didn't have time to leave a message; Although my mother barely survived, according to the doctor's uncle, my mother may not last long. I survived under the protection of my parents, but my optic nerve was severely damaged due to a severe brain collision at that time, and I was likely to be blind. Now, this "possibility" has long been an unchangeable fact! Although the driver who caused the accident gave me a lot of compensation, can he give me a complete home? ! Even the mother who managed to survive stopped breathing at that moment!

What does this world mean to me!

One day after the car accident, I suddenly heard someone calling my name outside the house. The voice is so kind, so warm, but so strange. I panicked and ran around the room, I didn't know how many things I knocked down and how many times I hit the wall, and finally found a corner in my darkness. I squatted down, put my hands around my knees and buried my head between them, trembling with fear. When people outside the room hear the sound of panic in the room, the knock on the door is even more urgent. They kept shouting, "Youyou, Youyou, what's wrong with you?" Be obedient and good, and open the door for your uncle and aunt. Youyou, don't be afraid! We're here to take you home! "Go home? Oh! I can't help sneering. My home has been destroyed by that car accident. What home can I go back to? Now the family is just an empty shell! I was silent and didn't give them an answer. People outside the room obviously can't wait. The door was kicked open with a bang. Hearing the sound of them rushing in, I stood up slowly and said coldly, "I didn't expect the quality of this door to be so poor." Why didn't I see it before? " As I spoke, I groped for the opposite direction from where they came. Although I know I can't escape blindness in this small room, it's good for me to stay away from them, even if it's only a millimeter away. I heard the sound of high heels coming towards me. A gentle female voice said, "Youyou, listen to your aunt and come back with us. Since your mother gave you to us, we certainly won't live up to her hopes. From today on, you will be our child. As for the address, then-whatever, okay? Come on! "menstruation words say that finish, just took my hand and carefully took me out of the house, and then came to the place where she is now called a writer. Somehow, as soon as I heard that aunt's voice, I became strangely quiet and felt like a mother.

My aunt took me to my room and told me that everything in this room was designed according to my mother's wishes, and the lighting effect of this window was so good, especially at eight o'clock in the morning, the sun would shine directly through this window ... all this was what my mother could have thought of before her death. I couldn't listen any longer, so I covered my ears and burst into tears.

I moved to this house less than three days before the Spring Festival. On the thirtieth day, the home is always full of happy laughter and busy footsteps. My aunt asked me to stay in my room for fear that naughty children outside would knock me down. After having a meaningless reunion dinner with those so-called relatives, I groped my way back to my room and locked the door behind me. The stereo in the room was still singing when a very sad song "Black Sunday" was played. This dish was specially cooked for me by my aunt. It contains all my favorite songs, including it. My aunt also quarreled with me because she was afraid that I would be unhappy after hearing this sad song. Now listening to this song, I suddenly feel very kind and moved by the hidden story in this song: the death of my lover buried his love and swallowed up his faith, and he was willing to follow her hearse ... Now, my already dry eyes are crying because of it. Soon after, there was the sound of fireworks blooming outside the window. I really envy them. I can exhaust my short life and deduce my beauty to the extreme for the world to watch, but I can only hold the darkness in front of me blankly and never expect anyone to get close, but I always feel that there is an ethereal warmth around me.

At that time, I didn't want to listen to anything anyone said. I'm scared and it hurts. I can't find anyone I can trust to talk to, as if I was the only one left in the world. I am used to locking myself in an empty room, listening to dark singing, counting the lost time over and over again, and living in my empty world.

My aunt is worried that I will delay my study because of blindness. She once hired a tutor for me, but finally she left angrily because of my violence. I laughed hysterically: Can I thank you and give in to you? That will be a day!

Later, I can't remember how long it was. My aunt knocked on my door and sent me a bunch of heavy things, but I called my aunt out. I am angry that she broke into my world without my permission. My aunt left my room in a hurry while saying sorry, and the world was finally calm again. Curious, I reached out and touched what I gave my aunt. That's a big box. If I didn't touch the wrong flowers, the silky ribbon on the box should be tied with a bow. After I opened the package with a smile, suddenly a woody smell came to my nose, which is exactly what I like-fresh. I suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do, but I soon recovered my composure: it's just that one of my hobbies was known to her, and that's nothing! I wanted to see what tricks she could play, so I took everything out along the box. There weren't many useless boards, so I couldn't help laughing: just a few boards, is it necessary to be so mysterious? When I continued to touch it, I was completely shocked. There are uneven handwriting on the sheet! It took me a long time to finally find the content of this board I turned to, but it came from a textbook! Oh, my god Aunt, what are you doing? ! Isn't this "wooden book" just a whole box and a whole box carved by my aunt? No ... I don't have time to think about it. I stumbled out of the room and ran along my aunt's room, but I heard my uncle's angry voice: "It's just my birthday, so you don't want to give her such a special gift, and your hand is worn out because of lettering." Aside from this, when did she accept your kindness to her? You just kindly sent her something, but she still lost her temper with you. You said you really ... alas! ""but yo-yo is really a good boy. She just couldn't accept the fact because of family changes, so no one wanted to get close to her. She needs a warm home. She ... "Before my aunt finished, I was in tears. I ran to my aunt in the direction of the voice, but I stopped at the moment I met her. I hesitated: I have done so much harm to my aunt. What do I have now? I shook my head helplessly and turned to leave. At that moment, a warm hug came at me. I have no choice. I turned and threw myself into that long-lost embrace, tears streaming down my face: "Auntie, I ... I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that, I ..." Auntie gently stroked my messy hair and said, "Auntie doesn't blame you, as long as you don't blame you in the future. I finally couldn't help shouting, "Mom!" Aunt froze, and it took a long time to return to absolute being: "Well! My good boy! " I seem to see my aunt, no, my mother, looking at me lovingly and smiling at me.

Today, I stand by this window that gives me plenty of sunshine. A year ago, through the sunshine, I felt the love of my dead mother, caught in my infinite grief; A year later, it was still sunny, but I felt the love of two mothers, and the other love melted into dribs and drabs and injected into my life forever.

Another year, spring blossoms.

Mom, I love you forever, I love you forever!