还记得幼儿园开学第一天,我被外婆和母亲送进学校。看着她们离开的身影,我从教室里奔了出来,一路哭喊着,结果又被她俩送了回去。长大后,去欧洲留学。在机场,就算千百万个不愿意,还是笑着洒脱地和父母挥挥手,然后头也不回地走,因为一旦多说哪怕一句话,鼻子就会酸,眼泪根本止不住。刚恋爱的时候,我们一般不会选择距离远的男/女朋友,因为总觉得,恋爱的意义就在于花前月下,两个人甜甜蜜蜜地“在一起”。我肚子饿了,你在楼下一喊,带我去吃牛肉面;远距离的那位,连道一声“晚安”都很悲凉。同样,和我们谈着“远距离恋爱”的父母,大多都忍受着相思的煎熬。刚离开家第一年的时 Remember the first day of kindergarten, I was grandmother and mother sent to school. Watching them leave the figure, I ran out from the classroom, crying all the way, the result was sent back to her both. Grow up, go to study in Europe. At the airport, even millions do not want to, or waving their hands and waved with a smile, and then never go back, because once you say a word, the nose will be sour, tears could not stop. When I first fell in love, we generally would not choose to be away from the male / girlfriend, because always felt that the meaning of love lies in the pre-apricot moon, two sweet people “together ”. I was hungry, you shouted downstairs, took me to eat beef noodles; long distance who link even heard “Good night ” are very sad. Similarly, the parents who talked to us about “long distance love” mostly endured the agony of Acacia. Just left home the first year