I am not a person who has experienced the world, but the change of life is really beyond my cognition. You wouldn't expect that today, more than ten years later, the shopping mall is like this: the counter is crowded with people clutching their mobile phones, and they calmly put the payment QR code into the scanner. Hey? After a sound, walk away with the mall. This process is more efficient and safer, and does not require cash and change. This is completely different from your scene in the photo, but I stare at this photo of you and the bustling crowd around you reminds me of the warmth at that time.
My warmth also comes from my mother's hand. I was once a member of your photo, but my back is not a bustling supermarket, but a crowded vegetable market. My mother held my hand tightly through the crowd. The market was always noisy years ago, but what did I feel? Best taste of the year? That's all kinds of odors-pork and chicken. . . My mother is holding a hairy ticket in one hand and me in the other, and she is still muttering about bargaining with the seller. After a fierce quarrel, she dropped a few hairy tickets in one hand, picked up food and walked out of the crowd, but my hand never let go.
I can totally understand how your lovely son feels. My situation is worse than his, but we must feel the same with his mother's warm hands. When I was a child, I often looked at the bustling ass and thought: Why can't there be a market without money? I admit that I was whimsical at the time, but now it does appear? No cash? Payment method, money still has to be given. When these strange thoughts dissipated, I looked at your photos, and I realized that the indescribable feeling came from my mother's warm hands.
Life is changing, society is developing, economy is transforming and prices are rising, but I haven't held my mother's hand for a long time, which makes me very disappointed. So when I saw your warm-hearted photo, I was thinking: does moving a bracket dilute the warmth between people? I read the WeChat transfer record sent to me by my mother, and I am convinced. However, I found that my mother gave me a red envelope with words written on it, mostly:? Good health and academic progress? Looking at the 60-second voice and a lot of misspelled information my mother sent me, I was disappointed again. It turns out that my mother has been holding my hand, and it has nothing to do with mobile payment, scientific and technological progress, living standards, pork price reduction and price increase, but with love.
In fact, no matter how advanced the technology is and how cold the machines and numbers are, the warmth between people will never weaken, especially the affection between relatives. Although I don't have the warm hand in your photo, my mother's care still leads me through this world.