In the spring of last year, I wrote an essay in that book and sent it to my father, so today I will give it to my mother.

Yesterday I played the "Green Pine Cup", and on a whim, I posted a photo in the circle of friends, and I was black in the sun like a naturalized player. A few hours later, the mother solemnly replied in the circle of friends: My calf is exposed to the scorching sun every day, can it not be dark?

Then many cousins and cousins replied below, laughing. Especially my sister, who was laughing out loud in her back molars. This calf is too old! They don't know that this may be what the son looks like in his mother's heart, no matter what age you are, you will always be the little child who holds her hand, looks up at her, and attaches to her. Perhaps, as they grow older, they miss that time even more. Because, seldom or even again, we take the initiative to hold their old hands, even if it is when we tell them our own stories.

Yes, we don't, we think that it will worry them, and in the adult world, we basically choose to take the storm on our own. But I don't know, my mother expects you to tell me, even if the strong son cries in front of them? It's like when you were a kid and your toy was snatched away by a child.

To tell a true story, last year because of a cold, I took injections for almost a month, one of which my mother had to accompany me to the community hospital for treatment, and I was very worried that Zhong Zhong walked in front, and I was a little sick because of illness, plus I was still thinking about the plot of the new book, and I was also a little absent-minded, just like when I was a child, my mother was in front, and my child was behind.

Then, the old lady broke into the doctor's office, and I was still a few meters away from the door, when I heard the old lady say to the community doctor, "Doctor, my baby is sick and needs an injection." ”

"Where's the baby? I'll take a look first. A young female voice replied naturally. It is estimated that in her opinion, it is normal and ordinary for a grandmother to bring her little grandson to see a doctor! As everyone knows, at the door, there is a bearded uncle-level baby laughing!

There was no embarrassment, and the uncle-level baby bravely walked into the doctor's office and replied, "Baby is here!" Although I don't know how the young female doctor, who is no more than 25 years old, complains in her heart, but it is difficult for me to forget the dull eyes of this moment, I am afraid, she has never seen such an old "baby"! Moreover, it was so natural to agree.

That's because she is just a child, she has not been a mother yet, and when she becomes a mother, when she turns gray hair, she may understand. Just like about five or six years ago, when my uncle came to pick up my grandmother at home, the old lady who was almost 90 kept gently patting the non-existent ash on my 50-year-old uncle, and I didn't particularly understand it.

With your parents, you can always be a child, even if the whole world doesn't like you, but you are still a treasure in their hearts. At an age when you can't be coquettish to anyone, you can in front of them.

At that moment, I was extremely glad that I was lucky enough to have someone to call me baby at such an age, and I hope that this luck will accompany me to the point where I am not confused, I know my destiny, and I am very old.

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This mood essay was given to my mother, who wrote an essay to my father last year, and my mother was jealous for several days. said that he raised a white-eyed cow, which can be regarded as leveling [heyha] [heyha] [heyha] [heyha]