In the late summer and early autumn when I was eighteen, I finally arrived in Beijing. I was flying, and Anan drove me all the way to the security checkpoint.This is the first time in my life that I took a plane, and my luggage was checked in. I only carried a small bag, which was very easy.When I handed the ID to the security inspector, I looked back at Anan. He was waving at me. From a long distance, I clearly saw the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows.I quickly turned my head away so that he would not see the tears in my eyes. Anan is old, I'm leaving. I know he will miss me every night, like I miss him.

But I must go, what a sorry thing to do. I sent a text message to Anan just before the plane took off: Dad, take care.He just bought my mobile phone for me. It is a Nokia 5330, a music phone, and it is specially equipped with a 1G memory card, which can store thousands of songs.He always tries his best to give me the most exquisite life, but I always go against his wishes.From ten to eighteen years old.In these long eight years, I don't know what I mean to him, but he means a mountain to me. Unmoving, a mountain that is always there. Anan, please wait for me to come back. I will definitely be back, I swear.

—— Ma Zhuo