During the summer vacation, I went to my relatives' home in the countryside for a holiday. In this beautiful place, I was used to the bustling and noisy big city, and I also enjoyed a little peace. Every morning, I always climb the hill next to the river and enjoy the intoxicating beauty of nature for the first time. Every time you see misty mountains, calm rivers, beautiful sunrises and an old man under the banyan tree beside the mountain ... Things in the countryside are changing every day, even if they are small. In my opinion, in this ever-changing country, the only inconvenience is the old man under the banyan tree and his constant expectant eyes. The old man always looks forward to the sunset from sunrise. What is he thinking and what is he looking forward to? This is a question that I think about every day.

It was another refreshing morning. I came to the mountain as usual, breathing the unique air in the mountain. Just as I was fascinated by the charming scenery, a sharp cough came into my ears, looking for the sound-it was the old man, and I read the pain from his red face. I quickly ran to the old man's side and beat his back lightly-the skinny back with prominent bones. After a while, the old man calmed down. He looked at me with a hint of gratitude and comfort in his eyes, and I couldn't bear the curiosity for a long time. Under my inquiry, the old man told a sad story with tears in his eyes.

The old man is a villager in this village. He has a son under his knee. In the past, his son was an expert laborer in the village and was highly praised by the villagers. The son is the pride of the old people. They live a quiet, harmonious and happy life. My son jumped out of this small mountain village with his own ability and went to a big city alone to find a favorite job in an enterprise company. Soon he ascended the throne of the chairman through unremitting efforts, which is undoubtedly a glorious thing for the old man and even the whole village. However, when the son sends more and more money to the old man, it makes the old man feel scared and strange; Every time he goes home, the ostentation and extravagance is getting bigger and bigger, and the old man can't help but wonder when he looks at his once simple son becoming a rich man. He was afraid that his son's money was not decent. He warned his son again and again, "Son, you are promising, but we can't forget our roots. Money is something that we would rather not do or do illegal things, and we have to rely on ourselves ..." Every time the old man didn't finish his words, his son became impatient. Nevertheless, the old man is always worried about his son. He is worried that one day his son will do something bad for money. However, the old man's worry soon became a reality. My son came back that day, but this time there was another man behind him. They muttered and locked the door. The old man put his ear to the door and heard a heartbreaking conversation. "Liu Dong, you are familiar with the customs. I bought a batch of cigarettes from abroad. Do you think it's ... hey hey, this is 2, yuan, and the benefits are calculated separately ..." "No problem!" These words stung the old man's heart like needles: "Son, this is smuggling!" " Soon, my son left. The old man's worries began again ...

A few months later, several police officers came home to inform the old man: "Old man, your son was involved in smuggling and was suspected of corruption. He was arrested!" The old man's heart is completely broken. He regrets not educating his son well. He also believes that the law will give his son a deserved sentence. Time goes by bit by bit, and my son is silent. The old man thinks about his son every day and thinks about his son under the banyan tree every day. After the story was finished, the old man took my hand and said, "Daughter, you can't forget your roots in anything you do! Never do anything illegal, which will not only harm others but also yourself! Remember, don't try the law! " At this time, a tear fell on the back of my hand-this is a sad tear that accompanies the old man every day. The old man continued to stare into the distance, perhaps he was waiting for his repentant son to come home; Maybe he wants the wind to pour out the bitterness in his heart to everyone ...