打个电话回家对我来讲不过是举手之劳,但长年在外的我却少有此举。一直想着,花钱打电话远不如买点东西来得实惠。直到有一天,当我无法正视生活中的烦恼和忧伤时,才打了个电话回去。我原想家中一定是一片宁馨,而父亲接电话时却是苍老的声音掩过了深深的喜悦。那天还是妈妈的生日,我祝妈妈生日快乐,妈妈简单地答应着,只叫我没事多写信,要注意身体等等。放下了电话,我心情沉重。生命中总有许多许多东西是美好的,却不被我们珍视。宽厚、深沉的父母之爱大抵亦是此类。曾几何时,我们不解父母的苦心,面对语重心长的督责不屑一顾,曾几何时,我们忽略着父母眼中的无奈与痛苦,曾几何时,我们无视父母默然 Going home to speak to me is nothing more than a show of hands, but I have been very few years old. Always thinking about it, spending money to call is not as good as buying something. Until one day, when I couldn’t face up to the troubles and grief in my life, I called back. I originally thought that there must have been a peaceful life in my home, but my father’s old voice overcame deep joy when he answered the phone. On the day of my mother’s birthday, I wish my mother a happy birthday. My mother simply promised me that she would only write me nothing, pay attention to her body and so on. Putting down the phone, I feel heavy. There are many things in life that are beautiful, but they are not cherished by us. The generous, deep parental love is probably the same. Once upon a time, we failed to understand the pains of our parents, and we dismissed our resignations as we were concerned with. We had overlooked the helplessness and pain of our parents. When we were concerned, we ignored parents’ silence.