Chocolate king
Ms. Zhang Xiaofeng.
Please come out.
Make a cup of chocolate for your son and daughter.
Excerpt from Zhang Xiaofeng's Looking for You;
I sat at the dining table and revised one of my children's poems. It is getting late. The light in the boy's room is still on, and he is preparing for those endless exams. I said, "Hey, come here, I have a poem to show you!" " "He came and picked up the poem and read it slowly. This poem is written like this:
Missing person (in the newspaper)
Mother posted a piece of red paper in the living room.
There are a few lines written on it in black:
There is a little boy here, I don't know when he lost it.
Who picked him up, sir?
He is wearing a small blue sailor suit.
He will read a story before going to bed.
He is as heavy as a shot put and as happy as an angel.
His full-time job is to identify beetle cars all over the street.
His ambition is to be an electric fan repairman.
He looked at his newborn sister and smiled cunningly:
"Mom, if you want to kiss her, you are only allowed to kiss her teeth."
Where did the little boy go?
I heard that an old man named Time took him there.
Instead, he gave me a teenager taller than my mother.
Sitting there, reciting history with a sad face.
I wonder when old boys got lost.
Who will bring him back to me, sir?
After reading it, he put it down and returned to his room without saying a word.
The next day, I asked him, "Why didn't you comment when you read that poem?"
"I am very sad, so I don't want to talk ..."
I walked out of his room in a daze, disappointed. The little boy grows up to be a big boy, so bear it and carry it. The little hand I once knew disappeared into the air like a bird!
Not long ago, he was holding my sister's hand, and they were mysteriously standing at the door of my study. They all said in a rehearsed and artificial advertising cavity:
Chocolate king
Ms. Zhang Xiaofeng.
Please come out.
Make a cup of chocolate for your son and daughter.
This trick is played and played, and cups of mellow drinks are drunk and drunk. Childhood, that bustling and noisy era, is so far away!
Once, I saw an English proverb on my friend's wall:
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life."
I saw it, and I was immediately unconvinced.
"No," I said, "for me, today is the last day of my life." The last day, too late to love, too late to fly, too late to expect, too late to cherish and low back