我发动了车子准备回城,父亲和母亲一前一后地站在院子的大门口。母亲一生最害怕汽油的味道,每一次闻到就会呕吐。她见我发动了车子,还是走到了车前,隔着车窗对我说着话。“路上小心一点,到了打个电话给我们。”凛冽的北风吹动她的白花,她的眼里满是不舍和关切。这一句话我已听了数十年,从到外地上学,到结婚生子,到搬到城里,每一次回老家临走时,她都说这一句,没有一丝的改变。“要注意身体,不要舍不得吃。”父亲也走了上来,对着车窗一边挥手一边说。这是他的几十年对我不变的“名言”。他总是说我太瘦,要多吃一些, I started the car ready to return to the city, father and mother stand in front of the yard gate. Mother’s life is most afraid of the smell of gasoline, vomit every time you smell it. She saw me start the car, or walked to the car, spoke to me across the window. “Be careful on the road and get a call to us.” “The biting north wind blows her white flowers, her eyes full of dismay and concern. I have listened to this sentence for decades. From school to school, to marriage and childbirth, to the town, every time she went home, she said this sentence without any change. ”To pay attention to the body, do not be reluctant to eat. “ ”Father also came up, waved his hand while facing the window. This is his “do not talk to me” for decades. He always said I was too skinny, to eat more,