Xiao Xia, her mother used to be an impulsive and blind lover, and at that time, she was fearless and reckless in doing things. It should be said that a lot of things have been done for the sake of falling in love. The former self also had the impulse to fall into a relationship without caring what kind of person the other party was.

The marriage with your father really followed the old love habits, and without thinking about it, I married your father at lightning speed.

Looking at it now, everything in the past is gone. If you want to say that you regret not being at the beginning, it is definitely not possible, and the life and love experience itself has also made my mother what she is today. Maybe no matter what they have experienced, everyone will accept their way of being a person in the end, and they will also accept their past experiences, in short, they have been impulsive, they have been hurt, and now that they think about it, they really don't regret it.

And this marriage failed, and now there is no way to fall in love, has it become a different kind of self, has it been reborn, with a new life and love philosophy in the future, my mother is still confused for a while, although she is thirty-one years old, but there is no way to clearly and completely, in a short paragraph to summarize or express what their past and present views of love are, and they have experienced all the world's turn and earth, whether they have been very different, and now is not the same.

Although there is no way to talk in detail, Mom still wants to talk to you about the concept of love today, although talking about it is like watching a swamp in the fog, exciting and dangerous, confused and difficult to find a clear direction, but Mom still wants to talk to you. Maybe we can discover the subtle philosophy contained in the little thing of love together and grow together.

Xiao Xia, mother's love for Xiaoxiao, or silent crush, but she felt it at a very young age. When I was in elementary school, the most lively and intelligent boy in the class was always the object of my mother's secret attention. Later, when I grew up, my mother would also show more heart to the handsome and slender male classmates. But not only that, for the boys who take the initiative to show affection, the mother will also be shy and impressed by them.

When I was still in elementary school, for several years, my mother had a loyal suitor. In retrospect, the boy was good-looking and tall, but he was not the delicate appearance favored by his mother, on the contrary, he looked honest and loved to laugh. He always played with a clever boy in his class, and he was always the one who was teased by the two. Throughout elementary school, his mother never spoke to him directly. If two people face each other, they will be so ashamed that their faces are like tomatoes, and their hand and foot movements will be stiff and no longer coordinated. The boy was like that, and so was the mother.

But does mom really like him? From today's perspective, it's probably not. But at that time, that kind of atmosphere, in the face of the coaxing of classmates, watching the friends around me have people who like or pursue to correspond to themselves one by one, and being able to appear on the opposite with a boy who is not bad is more like a decoration on the line for the mother who is still a little girl, a kind of example of not falling behind.

However, the mother who was only eleven or twelve years old did not have any real communication with the boy, after graduating from elementary school, like everyone, everyone went their separate ways, and the love letters that my mother received and the heart-shaped gifts he gave were all moved again and again, only left in my mother's memory. The boy too, his mother never saw him again, but he remembered that when he saw his mother, he always lowered his head, and then smiled shyly. Looking back now, this section can only be regarded as a one-sided favorite pair, beautiful like falling cherry blossoms, short, light, and sweet and imperceptible.

Later, when I went to middle school, my mother's love for mathematics far exceeded my interest in matching with the world, so when I was in elementary school, because I was catching up with the trend and matching the object of my liking, I was no longer concerned by my mother for a long time. But later, my mother really got to know a good-looking boy, and his face was even more beautiful than that of a girl. It is said that he has been in poor health since birth, and he never attends physical education classes with us. In the classroom, he is always very quiet to read and study, quiet like a beautiful plant. And my mother was a lively and well-behaved girl at that time, and compared to him, she was simply a fawn. And it's such a combination that produces a magical chemical reaction.

But it's very similar to when I was in elementary school, and throughout junior high school, my mother didn't really talk to this boy, but in this silence, there was an incredible tacit understanding between me and him. When his mother was working overtime to do math problems, the boy would not go home, but would stay quietly in the classroom. He sat in the corner quietly reading a book, accompanying his mother, who was high-spirited at that time. He sat far away, and would sit until his mother left the classroom, and then he would leave. Except for the company of each other in the corner of the classroom and the distance on the way to school, we didn't communicate much in those years.

At that time, my mother should have been about fifteen years old, and she was a living girl. Although the motivated mother likes his delicate appearance very much, she also admires a senior senior, the captain of the school's football team. Mom's feelings for these two people are completely different.

This senior happened to live next door with his mother. The balconies of the two families can even look at each other through the glass windows. On the way to school, we often go the same way. Unlike the other boy, in the face of the senior, the mother at that time was very shy. And this senior is generous all the time, and sometimes even has the bearing of a playboy who now seems to be. He was a celebrity in the school at the time, there were countless girls who admired him, he was cheerful, handsome, and athletic.

Mom always watched him silently, when he played football, his mother would pretend to be chatting with his classmates on the sidelines, when he was out of school, his mother would silently walk in front of or behind him, and sometimes during class, Mom would even pretend to pass by the corridor, hoping to pass by him. But no matter what you do, you don't have the courage to talk. Later, my mother heard from a classmate that in the eyes of this big brother, I was just a little sister who looked a lot like a nerd. At that moment, the senior's words stung me deeply, and for many months, my mother didn't dare to follow the senior home, feeling that she was bored to the point of being self-conscious.

Later, when my mother grew up and returned to her hometown again, she occasionally bumped into this senior and his wife on the road. Time, insight, knowledge, and wealth are all sharp weapons that should not be underestimated, and my mother found that the former high-spirited teenager was no longer there, and he became a little normal. Mom doesn't know if in the eyes of the seniors, whether my mother is still the childish pedant she used to be, or if she has changed.

The young and silent childhood flashed by quickly, such a mother, is a sometimes shy, sometimes active girl, the mother likes the boy who likes herself, the beautiful boy, and the crush on the excellent and handsome boy, and their coming and going in the mother's life has never been carefully planned, whether it has been a flash, or like a trickle, before the mother is a teenager, it has never stopped.