Do you know why mom and dad named you Muze? Bathing is the meaning of suffering. Mom wants you to be bathed in sunshine, spring breeze and accept all the beautiful things. Ze, the land where water gathers, is extended to tolerance. Dad expects you to be open-minded and tolerant.
Now that you are a baby, you don't understand what mom and dad expect of you. However, my mother often reads grandma Bing Xin's poetry collection "Stars in Spring Water" to you. There are hundreds of exquisite and unique poems in it, all of which praise maternal love and childlike innocence.
"In his trembling hoofbeat, there are infinite mysterious words from the original soul to tell the world."
"Babies are great poets. They spit out the most complete poems with incomplete words."
"Baby! Who is so naive to praise like him? When he whispers to the sunset glow at the end of the day, his weak pen should really be abandoned. "
In grandma Bing Xin's pen, children are so innocent, childlike and mysterious. Only by understanding children can we understand the mysteries of nature and the world.
Read these little poems and come back to read you. You have chubby cheeks, bright eyes and a small nose. Sometimes you suck with short and thick fingers in your mouth, and sometimes you look at me and giggle. Your calves and arms are chubby, like snow-white lotus roots. Whether sitting or lying down, I always like to keep waving my arms and legs and make "one by one" sounds, which makes people laugh.
I still remember that in the middle of this month, my parents traveled to Hunan, and I couldn't see you for six days. I thought I had a good relationship with my grandparents. You wouldn't miss us too much. Who knows that just two days after we left, your grandmother told me on the phone that Muze couldn't sleep well at night and always cried for an hour or two. She also held a picture of you two by the bed, wiped it gently with her little hand and kissed it with her mouth. He misses you!
I smiled and said to your grandmother, mom, you are too oversensitive. Muze is only eight months old. How can I know I miss my parents? Maybe he dreams at night, can't sleep well, and wants to take pictures when he sees them.
On the last night of the trip, I also began to miss you very much. So I turned on the video of my mobile phone and your grandmother, eager to see what you are doing now. Everything is presented to you in the camera. I didn't expect you to watch me start pouting in the camera, and then the tears like soybeans rolled down. You cried, and you were particularly wronged. I suddenly blamed myself in my heart. It turns out that you can fully understand your mother's love. You are always sad when you leave your mother. You cried when you saw that your mother missed you and had nowhere to put it. After the video, grandma said that you couldn't lift your spirits, and you kept sitting in a daze, regardless of the toy.
Therefore, after the trip, mom and dad pay more attention to your feelings and increase communication and interaction with you. It's spring, the sun is warm and a hundred flowers are blooming. Mom always carries you downstairs and walks in the street. This is the moment you look forward to most every day. You like to smile at your neighbor's grandmother, ask the shopkeeper's aunt for a hug, say hello to the little brother and sister passing by, and say goodbye to everyone with open hands when you go back. Everyone loves you very much. Come out for a walk in the evening, like to watch night lights, neon lights on the roadside, colorful signs in shops, and spiral cylindrical lights at the entrance of barbershops. Seeing this side, you will "hey hey" and put your feet up, trying to catch these dazzling brilliance.
In these eight months, you have brought us infinite joy, and my mother has no time to describe them one by one. In the days to come, my mother will accompany you more attentively, educate you and record you. May you grow up healthily and carefree under this blue sky, with the hope of our love.