It is a story about one of my good old friends during my university life. Although we hardly meet each other frequently now, he is always on my mind, especially his hearty laugh, which is so moving that all of us can be touched spontaneously. But no one knows the story behind; what a tough childhood he experienced. His mother was gone even when his was at his fourth year. The only souvenir he got from his mother was an ironic caddy with his mother's portrait oil painting in it. He said, all the courage was come from the little caddy.
In our university time, he was an active and easy-going guy who was sought after by almost the whole mates. And nearly all of the professors paid special regard to him. He was just like a merry carrier; wherever he went, laughter and spirit came together. One rainy day, I saw him staying in the rain alone with obscure expression. I walked to him and pulled his right arm to taking him inside. When we were sitting face to face in the dorm, I found his tears shed without control. "I miss my mother, I miss her very very much, and I badly miss her…" he choked with sobs and told me that it was mother’s portrait to support him to live with a strong heart. I was shocked then; because I thought he was a well breeding boy by his mom from infant till now. He was so kind, and so hopeful a boy that no one would believe he had to undergo such misery all by himself.
Several years past, I keep the scene above all the time. Close kin may leave us for paradise, but the things they leave us can be the embodiment, just like my friend’s little oil painting , which can brace us.
没有评论:
发表评论