Have you ever thought about how our parents spend Christmas?

although I am not a person who values Christmas, but because the festive atmosphere is inexplicably so strong that I have nowhere to hide, yesterday I was also worried about how not to spend the holiday alone. As a result, Zhang Jingshi said in the editor group: "come over in the afternoon. Let's have some fun together." "

I left the review of the examination month and the reply of the course setting, and ran capriciously from Guangzhou to Dongguan.

before I left, I called my mother and told me that I was going to Dongguan for Christmas. My mother didn't ask me who I was with, but asked me if I had enough money to spend, and asked me to pay attention to safety and warmth.

I laughed and said yes, and casually asked my mother how she planned to spend Christmas. She said alas on the other end of the phone, "what Christmas, just stay at home and watch TV." It is you who went to another city for a holiday. "

neither of my parents is particularly festive, and she may not even have the concept of Christmas Eve, so she really can't understand why I went to another city for a holiday.

but to me, the holiday is actually an excuse, and it doesn't matter what you do. What matters is who I am with at that moment.

of course, I never explain these things to my parents, because this may be a kind of estrangement brought about by being born in different times.

so I smiled and changed the topic: "take good care of your body."

my mother said yes, asked me again if I had enough money to spend, to pay attention to warmth and safety, and finally hung up the phone.

it rained heavily yesterday morning, but fortunately it cleared up in the afternoon. The theme of our booth is "barter for things". Everyone can exchange what they think is valuable for other people's things. Someone left us her first plane ticket; some left us a picture with our ex; others left an original English copy of Romeo and Juliet and said, "after reading it, I found that I didn't like English so much." So I am studying in France now. "

on that day, everyone was wearing Christmas red, and the antlers on their heads were wantonly expressing their love for the holiday, and everyone was laughing and laughing.

our booth has been set up from two o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock in the evening, so after six o'clock, everyone began to eat in shifts. The editor-in-chief is a gluttonous person. Every time everyone is so busy that he forgets to eat, he is always the first to shout "I'm so hungry", but yesterday was a little different. Everyone came back after eating, but he was still on the booth.

I mocked him for being so dedicated. He smiled and said, "my mother will come over later. I'll eat with her."

although not like this description, but at that moment, Zhang Jingshi really had a kind of kind-looking feeling.

at 08:30 in the evening, the thorn answered the phone and went out. When he saw him again, he introduced us with a smile that was his mother and let us shout "Auntie".

looking at the smile on my aunt's face, I was a little surprised. I thought many parents could not quite understand the meaning of Christmas, but she was willing to accompany the thorns to spend this "young" holiday.

later Zhang Jingzhi said to me, "actually, my mother doesn't want to have Christmas. Although my family is in Dongguan, I haven't been back for almost two weeks." She just wants to find an excuse to come over and look at our activities and look at me. "

I watched Zhang Jingbao introduce his friends to his mother again and again, and they both laughed happily. I thought to myself, this Christmas Eve must be a little special for them.

in the evening, I received a blessing from my sister. She sent me a 5.20 red envelope, telling me that it was a safe fruit she gave me.

as soon as my heart warmed up, I sent her a red packet of 52.0 and told her that this was the love I gave her.

I have two sisters, one is in college and the other is still studying at home. So I sent a red envelope to my sister who was studying at home and said Merry Christmas to her.

half an hour later, probably just after she got home from school, I received her message. When I opened it, it was a voice: "Brother, did you only give red envelopes to my sister and me?" You can't forget your mother and send her a red packet quickly. "

I was a little ashamed when I heard this. I didn't think about my mother at all in that half an hour. I don't want to argue that this is a holiday for young people. I admit that I did ignore her at that time.

so I hurriedly sent her a red envelope. When I turned off the phone screen, I suddenly felt a little formal, but secretly comforted myself: it's all right, my mother never celebrates Christmas anyway.

because of the daily housework, my mother always has to wait until after eight o'clock to reply to my message. When I received her message, I was taking a selfie with a group of friends with my cell phone when a dialog box suddenly popped up in front of the camera:

Mom: happy Christmas Eve, son.

I was stupefied for a moment, turned on my phone and sent a voice: "Mom, now you know what Christmas Eve is?"

my mother replied to me quickly: "of course, are there no girls to send you safe fruits?" Then there was a string of laughter that despised me.

I felt a little funny when I listened to this voice, but suddenly felt very sad.

my mother didn't seem to understand Christmas, but just now she said Happy Christmas Eve to me. One thing I realized at that time was that my mother didn't celebrate Christmas because she didn't have an excuse to go to Christmas.

I suddenly thought of the mother of thorns. Although she has been busy photographing a beautiful Christmas tree, Christmas doesn't mean much to her.

Zhang Jingshi is her meaning and excuse for this Christmas. >

I didn't expect that my mother was suddenly shy. She laughed and said, "hurry up and play with your friends. Don't worry about your mother."

I want to tell her that our event today has been a great success, and I'd also like to ask her how she will spend tomorrow. But before I could say it, she said to me, "your father wants me to cook midnight snacks."

before hanging up, she said, "remember to be safe and keep warm."

I still didn't ask my mother about her Christmas, because for her, today is just an ordinary Sunday. She can get up late without having to prepare a hot breakfast for her family, or she can be lazy and don't have to travel back and forth from school to the vegetable market.

after all the activities today, I sat in the disorganized office, thinking about the "festival" all the time.

some holidays are always so distinct, dividing young people and their parents into two parts, such as Christmas.

originally I thought that the "trendy" thing like Christmas is the evidence of the generation gap between me and my parents, but I found that the so-called "trendy" is only because we only find excuses for ourselves to celebrate the holidays. Never give your parents a reasonable excuse.

the meaning of the holiday is to let busy people find an excuse to get together again. We are busy with the countdown and strange clothes, but forget the people who care about us most.

We reveled in the world we circled, and they stood outside the circle and dared not enter hastily, so they had to remind us with the advice of "pay attention to safety". In fact, they also want to get together with us, and they also want an excuse.

good night.

Christmas is drawing to a close when I finish writing the manuscript. I want to make another phone call and use the excuse of Merry Christmas to chat with my mother again, tell her that a girl has sent her her son's safe fruit, tell her that I had a good time today, and tell her that I miss her, too.

I didn't expect that my mother was suddenly shy. She laughed and said, "hurry up and play with your friends. Don't worry about your mother."

I want to tell her that our event today has been a great success, and I'd also like to ask her how she will spend tomorrow. But before I could say it, she said to me, "your father wants me to cook midnight snacks."

before hanging up, she said, "remember to be safe and keep warm."

I still didn't ask my mother about her Christmas, because for her, today is just an ordinary Sunday. She can get up late without having to prepare a hot breakfast for her family, or she can be lazy and don't have to travel back and forth from school to the vegetable market.

after all the activities today, I sat in the disorganized office, thinking about the "festival" all the time.

some holidays are always so distinct, dividing young people and their parents into two parts, such as Christmas.

originally I thought that the "trendy" thing like Christmas is the evidence of the generation gap between me and my parents, but I found that the so-called "trendy" is only because we only find excuses for ourselves to celebrate the holidays. Never give your parents a reasonable excuse.

Take time to get in and look at the dazzling collection of midnight blue prom dress. New trendy arrivals are on hot sale now!

the meaning of the holiday is to let busy people find an excuse to get together again. We are busy with the countdown and strange clothes, but forget the people who care about us most.

We reveled in the world we circled, and they stood outside the circle and dared not enter hastily, so they had to remind us with the advice of "pay attention to safety". In fact, they also want to get together with us, and they also want an excuse.

good night.

Christmas is drawing to a close when I finish writing the manuscript. I want to make another phone call and use the excuse of Merry Christmas to chat with my mother again, tell her that a girl has sent her her son's safe fruit, tell her that I had a good time today, and tell her that I miss her, too.