I can talk to my classmates on the phone for hours, but I can't even talk to my mother. However, how can a few words stop the feelings of October conjoined and breast milk blending? That kind of care between mother and daughter that spans thousands of waters in Qian Shan, at that time, I'm afraid the yearning for love will never be broken.

I think, communication really doesn't need too many words, just a kind of spiritual transmission.

one

During the summer vacation, my father and I went to Wenzhou to play Yandang Mountain. Mom can't go because of work.

During the journey, the scenery is infinite. I can't help but revel in the wonder of nature. The beauty of Longqiao Waterfall, the magic at first sight and the ever-changing peaks and rocks all make my trip full and beautiful.

However, the daughter who runs away from home has a kind of loneliness and yearning in her heart. Before going to bed, there is no gentle touch from mother, and before going out, there is no comprehensive arrangement from mother. I began to miss my mother deeply, longing for her to accompany me to enjoy the scenery at this time, and even longing for her tedious nagging. I couldn't help dialing my mother's phone number. Without too many greetings, I said "Mom, I miss you" and put two distant hearts together tightly. "Mom misses you, too!"

Communication at home is missing.

two

At the dinner table, it was as quiet as ever.

Mother put the white-cut goose in front of me, which is my favorite dish. Mother carefully peeled off the goose skin, dipped it in gravy and put the lean meat into my bowl. "Eat more!" Mom smiled and said to me. I looked up at my mother with tenderness in my eyes. I looked at the dining table, and put a piece of green vegetables that my mother likes to eat, and sent it to my mother's bowl.

Mom looked at me for a long time and then smiled knowingly. That was the first time I brought my mother food, and her mother said, I understand.

After dinner, my mother habitually peeled an apple for me. When my mother is busy, I wait for the opportunity to make her a cup of tea.

Apples are sweet, but at home, tea is fragrant. My mother and I didn't say a word to each other. But enough, really enough. My mother and I can understand it from the sweetness of apples, the overflowing fragrance of tea and the food on the table. Every molecule in the air is telling my mother and me that love is everywhere.

Communication is a little kung fu.