It was a spring morning, and my father was ready to go out. I leaned against the door and wondered why my father hadn't tied his shoelaces? I didn't say anything, just watched my father.

Father walked to the door, and his mother, who was doing housework, stopped him. Bent down, mother began to tie shoes for father. Mother's long hair gently hangs down from her face, and the corners of her mouth slightly close, drawing a gentle arc. Her thin but not white fingers shuttle back and forth in her father's shoelaces. The spring breeze swept the tree tops nearby, and the air was filled with a faint smell of grass.

The father bowed his head, like a wrong child, and his soft eyes were like a deep lake. It seemed that after thousands of years, he was constantly looking at his mother through the dense sunshine and dust in the air. They looked at each other and smiled at each other for four days. There was no voice, no language, only the smiling face of Canruo Spring. I leaned against the door, just couldn't help smiling, smiling for this little thing, for this wonderful moment.

The snow-white shoelaces seem to be so long. The spring sun shines through the cracks in the leaves, runs through the mother's hair, runs through the father's eyes, runs through the old lines of time, runs through the mountains in the heart, and gently touches the most beautiful part of the heart. Suddenly, the smell of grass permeates the whole body, like the sunshine in spring.

The father and mother still stand in the picture, and the mother stands up. The father's body shakes slightly, but the soft eyes always stay on the mother's cheek. The father slowly steps forward and extends his hands. Is it a hug? In hesitation, he smiled shyly and awkwardly like a big boy, but did not hug his mother.

The father just stretched out a hand and carefully buried his mother's hair in his ears. A touch of red glow suffused her mother's face, which was as shy as a girl's first love. Suddenly, I found this short shoelace, but it conveyed the true meaning of love.

Spring is coming again, the same wind, the same rain, the same grass, the same flowers. Standing in this flower like season, I always feel a little more than others, because that moving picture always appears in front of me. Often at this time, the seed in my heart will sprout slowly, and it tells me how beautiful the truth is!