After the Storm

Words written in front Time flies by like a fleeting moment, and it has been seven years since my parents left me. In the past seven years, every day and night has been spent in missing me. The wound of losing a loved one has not completely healed despite the passage of time. My parents' lives were as ordinary as dust, but as great as mountains. They were born ordinary, they had no heroic words, and they had never performed any earth-shattering feats. My father goes out in the morning light every day, works silently at his workplace, and supports the family with his hard-working hands. The backbone bent by life is the testimony of his silent dedication. Mother, around the pots and pans, takes care of the trivial affairs at home. Her smile and care are like the warm spring sun, warming every corner of the family. I still remember that when I was a child, although my family was not rich, my parents could always conjure up small objects for me like magic. Behind that was their hard work of frugality. Through their words and deeds, they taught me kindness, perseverance and responsibility. Every moment of those ordinary days, now that I think about it, they are full of love and warmth. However, due to the passage of time, some memories have gradually become blurred. This makes me full of fear, fearing that I will eventually forget those precious moments. So, I decided to weave a web with words, salvage those memories that were about to disappear, and describe my parents' life in detail. I long to read between the lines and relive those stories that have been dusted by time. This book is my deep attachment and respect for my parents. I hope my parents can feel my thoughts in heaven and know that their love has never faded away and will always shine in my heart and illuminate my direction until the day we meet again.