The sun in August is always a different kind of dazzling.

Sometimes walking in the shade of the trees, the light and shadow through the sparse leaves seem to penetrate a different kind of sky in this world.

I have used the fate of several lifetimes to bear the fruit of this life,

When I see you curled up and stretched out of my belly,

I suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful.

You just appeared casually without typing an application form, in my future world, cloudy, rainy, sunny and the seasons change.

A little you, a small world.

Hey, kid!

Do you remember our game?

You said to play a game of hide and seek that lasted for 10 months, so I searched and searched, found the dusk, found the dawn, and finally gently picked you up on the way to the continuation of life.

Hey, kid!

You should have forgotten the first blue sky you saw when you opened your eyes, that day, the wind was light, there were comfortable and free kites in the distance, and there were swings of youth swaying under the window.

Hey, kid!

We agreed to spread our wings and not cry when we saw the world, but you still shouted through the sky when the nurse weighed you.

No, Mom doesn't blame you, after all, you want to give a pompous greeting to the years.

Hey, kid!

You are very well-behaved and never lose your temper easily. I'm always singing lullabies to you while you're asleep, looking for my old look on your face.

Child, mommy loves you very much.

You walk like me through the footprints left by my youth;

You are like me with a red scarf tied in the morning sun;

You're like me and I don't dare to look up in the mirror;

You're like the years I stopped to look back on.

Child, since I had you, my life has been full of surprises.

Hey, kid!

You look up at the clouds in the sky,

That's the marshmallow that your mother pinched for you, sweet in your leisurely childhood.

Hey, kid!

You look down at the soil under your feet,

It was the fertile land that my mother used to grow flowers.

When I see you, it's like seeing myself.

Child, I remember the first time you played with a toy, grabbed a handful of mud and pasted it on the wall to make fire paint. Are you going to send me a letter? The letter speaks of your joyful interlude.

Child, your presence makes me feel that I am no longer young.

Every time I see you, I know the meaning of existence.

Hey, kid!

You grow up too fast, so fast that your mother doesn't have time to chase you, and you're already old, so fast that your mother looks back at her relatives, and she has candle lines all over her body.

Hey, kid!

I want to stay in your childhood and never leave, you go east, I go east, you go west, I go west. It's just that, child, after all, you are the fruit of years of precipitation, even if I seek to break through the world, I can't stay young with you.

Hey, kid!

Your mom has a bad temper, but believe that she really loves you.

It's just that she is ruthless in annoyance, and refuses to bring a pot of good wine and get drunk together tonight.

Hey, kid!

When your mother leaves you one day, please remember to take care of yourself.

You have to learn to listen to the sound of snow on a snowy day,

You have to learn to see the scenery on a rainy day.

You have to learn to comfort yourself in the face of adversity,

You have to learn to love yourself.

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When the sun of August can never return to 2014 of that year, you must know that our steps forward are in a hurry, and time flies, which is the inevitable parting plot of life;

When the rain in September can no longer cool your anxious heart, you must know that this world is always chaotic and ordinary, and it is a water mirror that cannot be held up in life.

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When one day you have something to talk to her about the nostalgia of the past years,

You see,

The feathers that fly and fall are not the wings of an eagle,

We are forced to grow up, but we don't need to be sad.

It's like when you were 5 years old, you like to blow up balloons, puff up, and then watch them and go their separate ways.

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Mom left you a question for your future,

The title is,

Hey, kid!

Mommy loves you,

Even if one day you don't need my company anymore,

Even if one day I have mottled my face,

And what have you always been to me?

The answer is - the thought of a lifetime.

Hey, kid!

I'm your mother,

Do you still have pigtails and just lost a baby tooth?