Yang Yi, who was in a coma, only felt that he had a dream, the dream was very long, and he had his parents, grandparents, aunts, grandfathers, and his cousin Zhang Jing, who followed his ass all day long.

Yang also turned into an illusory figure, crossed the barrier of time, went upstream, and came to the mountain village in 1995, and the night in the small mountain village looks a little special.

The branches and leaves of the big osmanthus swayed quietly in the dark night, fluttering with the wind, no soft chanting, no accompaniment, only silent dancing.

On the night of February 11, 1995, it rained very much, crackling, and dense raindrops penetrated Yang Yi's illusory figure, but it never wet his clothes.

Lightning and thunder intertwined, illuminating the small mountain village at night from time to time, but the shadow of the illusory Yang Yi was never reflected, perhaps because he belonged to the future, not the present.

A young woman, through the bright lights, can easily find that she is somewhat similar to the illusory Yang Yi, with a high nose bridge and big eyes, but she has more intellectual temperament and less melancholy than Yang Yi.

At this moment, the young woman was sweating profusely, and her face was suffering a great deal of pain, which made the beauty engraved on her face seem a little distorted, and her hands clung to the corner of the quilt.

"Hard, hard, the baby is about to be born. The two midwives were urging eagerly at the bedside, and the look on their faces was a little nervous.

Yes!

It seems that the word "child" has stimulated the nerves of the beautiful young woman, her eyes are closed, and her whole body is shaking up and down slightly.

The young woman tried her best, the green tendons on her snow-white arms burst out, the pain on her face became thicker, the beads of sweat became denser, and her body trembled constantly.

A young man outside the door, walking back and forth restlessly, sometimes rubbing his hands, sometimes clasping his hands together, praying to the sky, looking very flustered, more of an expectation.

wow

A baby's cry, like the most beautiful and beautiful song in the world, pierced the night sky, penetrated the crackling rain, penetrated the rumbling thunder and lightning, and reached the ears of the illusory figure.

"It's a boy. The midwife hugged her naked body, closed her eyes, clasped her little hands tightly, and cried.

Some people say that children are the continuation and singing of the song of life, and every beautiful note on the song score is the mother's child, the child's child is engraved, it is the inheritance, and it is the continuation of the blood of life.

"Let me see him. The young woman spoke impatiently, her hands propped up on the edge of the bed, and she struggled to get closer to her body like a baby, perhaps too tired, but her body did not move much.

A tired look filled his cheeks, but there was a sense of relief, and his big eyes exuded a deep sense of love and anticipation.

The midwife heard the young woman's words and gently placed the crying baby beside the young woman.

The deep maternal love in the young woman's eyes, even if the illusory Yang Yi is a little far away, can still feel it clearly.

Looking at the doll he was born and crying, the illusory Yang Yi also smiled, and muttered to himself: "It turns out that I was born like this." ”

The young woman looked at the baby, after all, she couldn't suppress the love that went deep into the bone marrow, tears covered her entire cheeks, her lips gently kissed the baby's smooth little face, and her mouth was facing the crying baby, and she whispered: "Baby, don't cry, mother will always be by your side." ”

The crying baby seemed to understand his mother's words, or felt the familiar breath of his mother, and slowly quieted down and stopped crying.

A great feeling of tiredness came like a tidal wave, and in a short time the young woman slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Perhaps the most beautiful painting in the world is this scene, the birth of a baby and his mother sleeping soundly, one by the familiar breath of the umbilical cord in the womb, the other by the selfless greatness of maternal love to guard.

The midwife slowly withdrew from the room very experienced, and the young man looked at the sleeping mother and son through the window, dancing with joy, like a child, he wanted to rush in to see his newborn son, but he also knew that he should not break the tranquility at this moment, and forcibly pressed the joy in his heart.

The young man turned around, put his hands together, and leaned deeply, although the young man did not believe in gods and Buddhas, or because of that touch, that joy, he had the previous action.

The big osmanthus branches in the rain are swaying with the wind, and the blooming osmanthus is completely washed to the ground by the rain, leaving the golden petals, which are separated from the supply of nutrients from the trunk of the big osmanthus tree, and lose some vitality, but it does not affect the beauty of the osmanthus at all.

Maybe it's the falling osmanthus even if it's buried deep in the ground

Being able to give back their nutrients to the big osmanthus tree again, such as life, will grow old, and there will be inheritance, endlessly, blooming beautiful and moving flowers of life.

The baby grows up day by day, but the body is not as good as imagined, from time to time the high fever makes the baby always seem so fragile, many times the young mother sleepless all night waiting for the baby, with a deep tiredness on her face, but not every time you see the familiar baby, the tiredness is completely gone, replaced by a sweet smile.

The baby is very cute, and many people praise this child for being a handsome guy when he grows up, and the young mother is always very happy to hear it.

Although the baby can't speak, but will use crying to express their emotions, every time as long as they get out of the arms of the young mother, they will cry, even if their father hugs him, the baby feels too strange, just want to lie in the mother's warm embrace, there is the most familiar place for the baby.

The young mother was a teacher, and when her body recovered, she began to continue her classes and raise children.

Since then, there has been one more child in the class, looking at the other children in the class with wide eyes in the mother's arms, although the young mother is a little tired from holding her child in class.

But the only consolation for her is that the baby is either asleep in her mother's class, or lying quietly in her mother's arms, without crying or making a fuss, perhaps the baby also understands that her mother is working at this time and is inconvenient to disturb.

This hug was more than two years, until the baby completely accepted this originally strange world, and then left the mother's arms, and completely left the mother's classroom.

Many years later, whenever someone talks about this scene, Yang Yi's face shows a happy smile, maybe he can't have that memory in his mind, but he can imagine that warm scene in his mind, because that moment has been engraved by time, indelible, and cannot be changed.

Mother's love is the clouds in the sky, always let the scorching sun, first pass through her body, call the wind and rain to the earth, mother's love is the glow after the rain, always let the cleaned earth, do not give up lying in the arms, write the colorful life dream in the high sky, mother's love is the intoxicating spring breeze, is the drizzle of moisturizing things, is the Yingying laughter that accompanies you all your life, is the wisps of your thoughts wandering the cape of the world, very sweet and beautiful.

A promise is Yang Yi's last stubbornness in life after many years, and a guardian is Yang Yi's gritted teeth even after many years of scarring.