The streets were deserted, and I ran in the middle of the white road with my child in my arms and stumbled to the lake. I ran to the lake and jumped off the shore, and my heart was repeated: Son, mom will take you back, mom will take you back! This is not a place for us to stay as mother and son, let's go back to that peaceful world!

I fell hard, and the child suddenly let out a loud cry in my arms. I was stunned as I lay on the cold lake with my baby in my arms. The lake is frozen! When I came for a walk a month ago, it was still a blue water, but now it is a cold, hard lake.

As I lay on my back on the lake, looking at the gray night sky, my heart cried out: Oh my God, didn't you sprinkle the white sky waiting to mourn us? Why do you freeze the lake! Please, please crack a crack in the ice beneath me, we mother and son, please!

The surface of the lake was bitterly cold, and gusts of cold wind carried snowflakes like knives on my face. The child cried heartbreakingly, and the cry pierced my heart like a knife like the cold wind.

I rolled over and sat up on the ice, exposing the child vigorously, I looked up at the dim night sky and suddenly understood, God means that the child is not guilty, and every qiē is the sin of me, an unmarried mother! Otherwise, why would it freeze the surface of the lake as strong as iron!

I stood up from the ice with the crying child in my arms: yes, the child is not guilty, it is their parents who are guilty! What right do I have to deprive my child of his life! I staggered to the shore with the child in my arms and slowly walked towards the side of the road.

The child is innocent, the child is innocent! This sentence echoes in my head over and over again! The child is not guilty, then let the child get rid of me, the guilty mother, let him find his own new life, and let me, the mother, bear the sin!

The silent streets were covered with white snow, the cold wind swept the snow in the air, and the whole world was silent, and I stumbled in the middle of the road alone with my child in the snow.

The bus shelter of a bus stop on the side of the road stood alone on the side of the road, and I walked over in despair: Child, let's go here, there is no tile above my mother's head, and there is a roof here to shield you from the wind and snow, just here!

Child, mom put you here, maybe some kind person will touch you! Child, don't blame Mom, Mom is going first! If you don't meet a good Samaritan, go underground and look for Mom, who is waiting for you there!

With tears in my eyes, I raised my hand to sweep the snow off the bench and slowly put the child on the bench. The child suddenly let out a loud cry, I opened the blanket wrapped around the child's face, kissed the child's frozen red face hard, covered my mouth with one hand, and staggered away with my chest covered......

The child's cry echoed in the back, as if calling me back, and like a sharp blade ripping at my broken heart little by little, my heart was bleeding!

I fell, fell under the curb on the side of the road, and the scattered snowflakes slowly fell on me, and in the blink of an eye, I became one with the earth......

The child's cry was intermittent, I lay weakly in the snow, staring at the world of white flowers with wide eyes, there was no one around, who would save my child? Who will come to my poor son's rescue!

My heart is crying out over and over again! I was in despair, the dim street lamps on both sides of the road reflected this cold world.

Just when I was desperate to get up again, two bright pillars of light suddenly lit up at the end of the road, and hope ignited in my eyes. I raised my hand weakly, but my body was stiff and motionless, I opened my mouth to shout, but there was no sound in my throat......

I watched the car pass by me, past the bus shelter, and my heart went cold! Tears flowed from his eyes, and his heart was crying out heartbreakingly: Come back, come back, come back to save my child!

Suddenly, the child's cry became louder, like a shouting for a passing car. My son is also shouting, he is calling for help to strangers! ……

The car drove dozens of meters away and suddenly stopped, slowly reversed, a middle-aged man in a coat got out of the car and looked around, walked quickly to the bus shelter, he bent down and picked up the child, hugged the child tightly in his arms, unbuttoned the coat and held the child tightly in front of his chest, the child's cry was intermittent......

My tears condensed on my face, the child was saved, a kind person saved my child!

I lay on the ground and watched the car slowly leave, my heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, it was my own son who left, I don't know where to get a force in my body, I sat up with both hands on the ground, looking at the car and the child in the distance......

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance, a figure that was running towards me, I heard a person calling my name in a trance, I slowly turned my head and face, slowly closed my eyes and fell into the arms of the comer.

When I woke up two days later, I found myself lying on the hospital bed, with a haggard face sitting on the side of the bed. It was Rongrong's dad who saved me.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I returned to my old university with him, and he is now teaching at the university, where he took me in, took care of me, and comforted my wounded heart.

After I slowly calmed down, I realized that Rongrong's father guessed that I was in Shanxi on the phone, and he immediately ran over, he searched the city, and finally saved my life at a critical moment. Afterwards, I picked up my books again and was admitted to the graduate school of the school, and I also stayed in the school and stayed with Rongrong's father......

A few years later, I got married to Rong Rong's father, today is the day before the wedding, I sat quietly in my dormitory and wrote this diary, I don't want anyone to see this diary, I just want to record this, I have no hatred in my heart, a qiē is my own sin, a qiē let it pass. If I can meet my son one day, I really hope that he understands his mother's bitter and tragic experience, and don't complain about me, a ruthless mother! ”

This concludes the diary. Rong Rong's tears soaked the pillow towel, she gently wiped away the tears that fell on the diary, closed the diary slowly, hugged the diary tightly to her chest and turned her head to look out of the dark window: In the vast sea of people, can she really find this brother? Can it really fulfill my mother's last wish? Can God still let this brother, who has never met, take care of himself and his little sister?