Last night, my son insisted on writing a diary before going to bed, and I accidentally saw my son's diary, and I felt a little sour while being relieved:

The diary of the little one is as follows:

Today I "composed" a "poem"

Learning is good, learning is bad, (the child uses the word bad here, but does not use the word bad, which makes me very emotional!)

If you don't study well, no one loves you,

Dad doesn't hurt, Mom doesn't love,

When Grandpa saw it, Grandma saw it,

Angry with all his eyes,

The teacher ignores you when he sees it,

When your classmates see you, they "praise" you.

Study well, study bad,

Learning excellence is loved,

Mom kisses you, dad loves you,

When grandma saw it, when grandpa saw it,

Smile wrinkles happily on the face,

When the teacher sees you, he praises you,

When your classmates see it, they will come to you to play.

Is it good to learn, is it bad to learn, and you can distinguish it and come out!

I don't mean to revise this limerick poem of the child, looking at the innocent son, in his young heart, has been loaded with too many heavy things, at first glance, it seems, I smiled happily, but after reading it carefully, I can no longer be happy!

Last night, I worked hard to write and conceive the plot of the novel, but the result was bleak day by day, I really don't know what kind of tomorrow I will bring to my son!

The author's fiery heart may be frozen...... (To be continued.) )