As time passed, a loud sound of a child's cry suddenly rang out. I knew that the woman with a big belly had given birth, and the middle-aged man outside the door naturally knew about it. So as this voice came out, the anxious man at the door suddenly showed joy on his face. The old dog beside him also barked, as if to welcome the arrival of the little master.

The middle-aged man was impatient to rush in, but before he could actually enter the room, an old woman who looked like a midwife walked out with a baby wrapped in a quilt that she had pulled from nowhere.

The middle-aged man seemed to want to hug the child, but he was worried that his hand would hurt the child, so he couldn't help but retract the hand he had just stretched out. At this time, the midwife seemed to say something again, and the man stretched out his hand again with excitement, hugging the newborn baby, and finally showed a happy smile on his face, which had been left many traces by the years.

It's just that the middle-aged man didn't hold it for long, and after only a few breaths, the child was immediately carried into the house by the midwife. However, the man did not seem to intend to give up, and actually followed the midwife into the house. This time, the midwife did not stop again, after all, the child has been born, and naturally there is no such thing as a man who should not see blood.

I looked at the scene in front of me and had some doubts in my heart. Because of the newborn child, I never got to see the right face. But these are just a little curious, and at this point I was completely absorbed by the scene in front of me, completely forgetting the outside world.

The picture turns again, and the man has entered the room. At this time, he was sitting on a wooden bench, holding the woman's hand, and his face was full of happiness. The woman was lying on the bed, her face a little pale, and her right hand was holding the baby, looking at her husband and child with loving eyes.

The old dog was rarely quiet for a while, lying quietly on the ground. But his head was looking at the bed, as if he could see his little master.

The midwife is gone, leaving this happy moment for the couple. Oh yes, and an old dog.

When I looked at such a warm picture, I couldn't help but smile slightly, and my heart welled up with a sense of happiness, as if I felt the greatness of life like that couple.

Spring goes to autumn, and the child who has just come to this world in the early spring has grown into a five or six-year-old naughty child. I saw the urchin boy wearing a pair of ponytails and a new cotton jacket, stretching out his frozen red hands in the snow, grabbing a handful of snow, pinching it into a fluffy ball, and then tiptoeing to the old dog's side.

At this time, the old dog was lying comfortably on the ground basking in the sun, his eyes slightly squinted, and he looked extremely comfortable. It's just that the old dog seems to be older, and the skin under his eyes has been a little drooping. The hair on his body is no longer as shiny as before, but fortunately, his teeth are still sound, and there is no sign of falling out.

When the urchin boy walked up to the old dog, the old dog's ears moved slightly. However, he did not get up, but continued to bask in the sun comfortably. It's a pity that such a comfortable time obviously didn't last long, because the urchin suddenly threw the snowball in his hand on the old dog's body.

The snowball was not very strong, so when it hit the old dog's body, it immediately collapsed into countless small snowflakes, which instantly excited the old dog with squinting eyes.

The old dog stood up suddenly, opened his eyes and glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on the little master. The old dog barked twice at the little master, and he didn't know whether he was angry or warned, or maybe both.

"Giggle..."

Seeing the old dog's deflated appearance, the naughty boy suddenly laughed and giggled.

The old dog who was teased was not angry, and shook the sparse hair on his body a few times to shake off the snowflakes. However, the old dog did not have the heart to continue sleeping, but chased the little master to play in the snow. Sometimes he will deliberately roll on the snow, causing bursts of laughter from naughty children.

The woman sits on a bamboo chair and sews the household chores in her hands. Looking at the children playing around, the woman's face was also full of happy smiles. But then the woman seemed to think of something, and she couldn't help frowning slightly. Maybe it's because the food in the family for the winter is not enough to be stocked, or maybe it's because the sauerkraut made yesterday tastes bad, or maybe it's because the husband snored too much last night, which disturbed me and couldn't sleep well.

The thought that she had to endure her husband's snoring all these years made the woman feel a little aggrieved in her heart. Thinking that he was a flower in the village back then, he fell in love with this fool. Although the days after marriage are also good, I always feel that something is missing from the scenes in my imagination.

But this doesn't seem to be bad, the husband goes up to the mountains every day to chop wood and hunt, and he is at home with his husband and children. A few acres of fertile land were opened in front of the door, and a small vegetable field was planted, and life was also very comfortable. At the thought of this, the woman's face was full of smiles again, and even the fingers that had been pricked by needles because of her distraction felt less painful than before.

However, when the woman was pricked in her fingers, she still screamed subconsciously after all. The playful child seemed to notice this, and hurriedly trotted over to the woman's side. Take the woman's finger and put it in her small mouth and use the spit to help the woman stop the bleeding.

Looking at her son, who was only five or six years old in front of her, the smile on the woman's face became much thicker. The old dog kept circling around the mother and son, barking twice from time to time, as if this was the only way to express his inner joy.

I looked at the scene in front of me, and before I knew it, tears were raining down. The memories of the past gradually awakened, the woman who gave birth to me and raised me, even though many years have passed, and I don't even have much impression at all, but I still feel that the figure in front of me is gradually becoming one with the woman in the picture.

"The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late!"

Such a poem that I would recite when I was a child may only be able to appreciate the artistic conception when I really become a father and mother. Even when I was a child, I always shouted that I would be taken and understood the meaning, but did I really understand? Maybe I don't understand it!

I gently wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, but the picture in front of me changed again.

The naughty boy has grown into a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he began to study hard, working hard, wanting to get himself out of this mountain and see the world of flowers outside.

The woman's sideburns were already a little gray, and the man's back was still so straight. However, every time he went down the mountain, he didn't carry as much firewood as before, but the man got up earlier and returned later than before.