The sun and the moon exchanged places, and at first light, it suddenly became dark. The birds stopped singing and the flowers stopped swaying. Only cicadas are the most energetic and occasionally sing. The lights in every household are turned off. Tired people also fall asleep. And I, with an empty heart, look up at the ceiling, awake, only uneasy and lonely.
Tossing and turning in bed, the consumed physical strength turns into the creaking sound of the bed board. I don't know if it's because the loudness is too big, "leading" a shadow. Approaching, I realized that it was my mother. She hung her eyelids and said to me gently, "What, don't you sleep?" I opened my mouth and gave a hard smile, then she pulled open the tent and stuffed it into the bed. I closed my eyes with my mother in my arms.
Time slipped away with the ticking. As for me, I am not sleepy because of my mother's arrival. So, bored, I lifted the lid and fiddled with the quilt repeatedly, but my energy didn't seem to be released, but I was still awake.
Looking around at the silence and black paint, a sense of fear arises spontaneously. Originally, the brain was blocked, and suddenly it was full of skinny and evil visions, and all the ugly faces followed. Suddenly, I felt my heart beat faster and I felt cold. I turned to look at my mother, who was so quietly asleep. My young heart touched my nerves, and I cried for it.
And this sound seems to affect my mother's calm. She opened her eyes, stroked me and said, "Go to sleep!" "I feel a little relieved about this and my heart is calm again. But the weather was not beautiful, and she woke up her mother again and again. This time, my mother took a deep breath, and I looked at her guiltily, fearing that she would accuse me of being sarcastic and disturbing her dream. But everything was unexpected. She turned over and said softly, "honey, don't be afraid, go to sleep!" "! I will always be with you! "Then, she vaguely sipped her mouth and hugged me into her arms. After closing my eyes, I thought: How did she know I was afraid? But I am more grateful for her restless patience with me. She patted me on the back, as if my mother had put the child to sleep, which made me feel at ease. Every pat was accompanied by every tear of happiness, so I fell asleep. ...
The next day, after a night of tossing, I was full of energy because I could sleep. And mother, haggard dark circles. I didn't know until I overheard her talking to herself-she stayed up all night. ...
Looking at the white silk in my mother's black hair, I suddenly felt disappointed. Even if I use more grateful tears, I can't wash away the guilt ten years ago. It's just that I know more about my mother's patient company, which is my eternal love and something that really hurts me.
Whenever night falls, I always feel happy, because that company has been deeply rooted in my heart. ...