Xiaoxia, you are about to go to kindergarten, and your mother knows that grandma often takes you to the entrance of the kindergarten to watch the children go to class and do exercises through the fence. I heard my grandmother say that you are very envious of these kindergarten children, envy them for being able to play, eat together, and play games together.

It won't be long before you can be one of them.

Mom's kindergarten when she was a child was very different from what it is now. At that time, my mother's kindergarten had two regular teachers and a temporary teacher who came to help. All three are female teachers. There are more than ten or twenty children in one class, and my mother's impression is that there are two classes of classmates in the kindergarten, and there are not many children.

Of the two fixed teachers, one is more stern and unsmiling. One is very gentle, and when you smile, your eyes will turn into a crooked crescent shape. The children all like the gentle teacher, but at the same time, they also respect the strict teacher, care about it, and don't dare to make mistakes.

When my mother was in kindergarten, the most reassuring moment was when she did the right thing, and the gentle teacher smiled at me, and when she did something badly, the strict teacher did not get angry.

At that time, the kindergarten was composed of low houses in a circle. There are some toy combinations like swings, single-plank bridges in the middle of the house, and there should also be a turntable car. The courtyard surrounded by the house is like a sports field and a small playground.

When my mother recalls it now, she can hear the squeaking sound of the swing and the turntable car, and the sound echoes in her memory, very clearly.

The memory is a slightly yellowed brown paper-like color, with a squeaky sound, which is very interesting. This scene makes the mother not feel affectionate or annoying. Feeling is a fact of memory.

The whole impression of kindergarten is the same. There are no particularly fears or dislikes, but there are no particularly nostalgic feelings either.

If we talk about the strongest perception, it should be a kind of ignorance, a kind of ignorance that has just become a human being. Living like a circle, his eyes are wide open, and he doesn't know what a person is and what is a life. It's still embarrassing.

But there have been one or two highlights in kindergarten. One time is to participate in the sports day.

At that time, my mother should have no aesthetics. Wearing a red tracksuit, the top and pants are red, and the sleeves and pants have white stripes. The hair is full bangs, and the hair on both sides is also cut flat to the ears.

When I was a child, my mother's grandmother called this hairstyle a Japanese head. When my mother was a child, my grandmother cut my mother's hair. Long hair, that's a long, long time later.

At that sports day, my mother had to hang a row of horizontal bars, then walk a single-plank bridge, then run, and maybe step on a balloon, but my mother didn't remember. On that occasion, my grandfather came to the small courtyard of the kindergarten to watch the game and took pictures of my mother.

Mom's memory of that time is only the fantasy of looking at the photo. Whether it really happened like this, Mom doesn't quite remember.

There is a feeling that is very clear, before the start of the race, when my mother was nervously waiting for the gun to go off on the starting line, my mother felt that someone was staring at her in front of her left eye.

That should be where Grandpa stood. The feeling of being noticed, although it was not clearly determined that grandpa was really standing there at the time. Mom just experienced a feeling in the afterglow, a feeling of being watched and expected, and it occupied its own place in my mother's memory for so many years.

Mom remembers a kindergarten debriefing performance. In fact, memories are also collected through a photograph. Mom was wearing a red gauze skirt with a red dot in the middle of her head. The face is also painted red. One hand was raised high, so high that it didn't look like it was dancing, but it was tiptoeing to reach the bottle on top of the refrigerator. His eyes were fixed on the camera, and he looked like he was doing his best. It's serious.,And because it doesn't seem to be doing it right.,It's cute.。

Mom doesn't remember a lot of things, and the memories of kindergarten should be passed normally. But not only that, my mother remembers that in her life, there were many, many times on stage, many, many performances, but strangely, many of them seemed to be hiding and lost their shining point.

Mom doesn't feel sorry, but she just thinks it's a little strange, because it stands to reason that when I perform on stage, sometimes, such as when my mother was in high school, she was on stage as a conductor or host, but her memory is so vague. Such an exciting moment, everyone looked forward to it, but later, my mother forgot about it.

Xiao Xia, when her mother was in kindergarten, she liked to dress up. At that time, or even now, the old people, your grandparents, grandparents, may still have a word on their lips, and use it to describe our pursuit of beauty and loveliness on the outside. That word is called, stinky beauty.

Mom, as well as the old people at home, as well as you, Xiao Xia, each of us treats the love of beauty to a different degree, some people are hidden in the way of pursuit, some people are worried and afraid, and some people are outgoing and intense, and what each of us does and wants to get may be different.

The old people, because of the era in which they lived, their views on beauty, and their views on everything, have been settled. Maybe they'll say we're stinky. It's like we're doing it on purpose.

But Xiao Xia, you see, when my mother first became a person, my mother noticed this. At that time, the mother may not have been out of the chaos, the wide-eyed mother, the mother who observed all the unknowns, almost didn't understand anything.

But at that time, my mother already liked the lipstick used by my grandmother at that time, and she liked to draw a red dot on the center of her eyebrows.

Even, my mother likes to walk on the road and play a kind of resentful temperament. That kind of light steps, that kind of eyes are more blurred, the kind of beauty that my mother understood when she was only three or four years old, has been treasured by my mother like a treasure.

My mother remembered that at that time, as long as my grandfather came home from work, and found that my mother touched my grandmother's lipstick, he would be angry. Yes, you see, at that time, my mother avoided the direct influence of my grandfather and pursued the beauty she wanted.

Xiaoxia, the time of kindergarten is coming, and you will slowly embark on the path of truly becoming yourself. There will be a lot of confusion in the middle, but my mother believes that you can go on according to your own ideas, to feel, live, what it means.

Xiaoxia, mom loves you, late at night, mom thinks about you and hopes that you will live happily in kindergarten.