Sitting in the twilight of smoke, I heard a mother calling for her son to eat. First, the mother gently called the baby’s name with a long and short voice, and then the sound volume increased with a few anxieties to call the child’s scientific name.. I believe that the child has already heard it. He may be lust after the last game, or he may be trying to tease his mother until the sound level of the mother rises again. The child does not know where to drill out like a rabbit, jumping three steps, jumping five steps, croaking in his mouth and flying his arms towards his mother.. I couldn’t help slamming a smile at this scene. When I was a child, it was not the case. In that compound with grey tiles and red walls, it is also like this in the summer twilight. I either hide under the grape trellis or hide behind the iron gate, deliberately waiting for my mother to call my scientific name from my birth name without making any noise, and then I just jump out to answer’ I’m here’ while covering my smiling mouth.. In an instant, my mother changed from anxiety to surprise, covering her chest and saying,’ scared me to death, where have you been? ‘ followed by an angry murmur.” what are you running out so late?? Not afraid that the wolf will take you away … ” In my mother’s rambling about with a high voice and a low voice, I stretched out my arms and fingers as I walked, watching the dusk and evening breeze pass between my fingers, and making me cry with delight” Mom, do you see smoke passing through my fingers? ”! Later, and then later, my mother was ill and old, and I was no longer the child waiting for her to call home in the twilight, following the footsteps of time.. Moreover, I also began to call my son in the twilight like a mother, and also from the birth name and scientific name to the son still playing in the twilight.. The son is so small that when I call anxiously, I don’t know when he has reached my arm bend, and his little face full of sand and sand is holding a smile to make a sound, looking at my eyes and mixed with a few sly words, mom, I’m here. Then I took my hand and went home, walking and telling me who folded the small plane to fly the highest and who made the sand dune castle hard to break . Ah, the paper plane has no idea under which roof the sand dune castle was washed away, and the boy holding my hand and jumping and jumping does not know when I will no longer need to shout in the twilight.. When has time changed him from a naughty boy to a shy boy? Become so hasty and casual? Moreover, in the changing time, my son will be farther and farther away from me. Now in high school, in the near future in college, in his future work, even in his marriage and having children, we will never be able to return to the time when I called him home in the twilight.. As at this moment, I can only sit alone in this twilight from light to thick, peeking at other mothers’ children calling for her late return, stealing the warmth of their mother and son, and waiting for the night to cover the whole earth.