It seems that just last night, I dreamed that the peach blossom behind my house was burning, and the peach blossom slope was ten miles away. Inadvertently, you had the wish of the past life, I had the love of the third life, I had it in my arms, and I had the love of this life-you.
? It was the Mid-Autumn Festival when I was born, and the moonlight was bright. Through the green gauze, acacia flowers came into my life with black eyes and pink face. ...
On that day, we were reunited!
Meeting you in this life is the most beautiful meeting in this world. From then on, I called my mother, and you became the treasure of my life. You are an angel sent by God, who awakened my inner love with a smile and attachment. ...
When I was eight months old, I held the book "Frog Leaping", pressing, screaming and holding it all the time.
A Snow Doll, sleeping in the cradle, walks three and a half times on the eighth floor every day, dad hangs upside down with a gold hook, and you curiously explore every hole, door and corner of the sofa. ...
One year old, likes to make trouble. I pour water into the rice jar and quilt. I don't forget to pour it into the cooking when I'm a guest. Watching the dog's tail will make me stay for a long time. I also like to go swimming with my mother. When I saw Jin Baobao and Mei Jia born, Sambo's travels were often staged. Without WeChat, my mother asked you the most behind your back. Is this your daughter?
Guess my heart ...
When I was two years old, I studied with you. Say hello every time you go out and see flowers and plants. With my little feet, I know whether the spring water is warm or cold, which reminds you of the conversation between the cloud and the dog and the grass! Slowly, you begin to weave your story with your thoughts. Remember to pick a bunch of dew on the roof and plant a rain tree; Smash coal balls at home and have an Altman competition; Go shopping with grandma and say hello to every facade. ...
Three years old! You went to kindergarten! Mom wrote a bridge by the bridge, and you didn't know it for 100 days, but you made up a long story for a passing tree, associating birds with the sea to see small fish ... In your story, I gave up recognizing the bridge every day, put away my word card, and listened to your stories about ants, wind, grass and flowers every day ... Your story is the first time.
At the age of four, you fell in love with Journey to the West and decided to be the Monkey King! Unity of knowing and doing, let's start to act. You spread out the summer dress with a face, take out the brush and start to design the first dress in life with ink ~ ~ tiger skin skirt! Turn the mop into a golden hoop, turn my most expensive silk scarf into a burden, don't forget to put some biscuits, three toffee, pick some radish leaves ..., tie a yellow ribbon on your head, dress up and ask grandma to sing the theme song to school! When I picked you up from work, teachers, parents and classmates were laughing. Only you, pick up your luggage and get ready to leave. When you see me, you shout: Master, Wukong is coming, to protect you from going up the mountain (my family lives on the eighth floor). I am deeply grateful to my mother. In the whole process, I just appreciated it unconditionally and didn't let her creativity disappear. I also thank the kindergarten teachers for not laughing and making her change.
When I was four years old, I bought a piano and began to practice, but it was very painful. My daughter's mantra became that I want to read books instead of practicing the piano, but I was forced to insist on everything because I bought a piano. Now that I think about it, I feel that it is ridiculous! It is terrible not to know the law of children's growth, but reading what she loves has become her lifelong habit. ...
I went to work before I was five! I also have my own little girlfriends, Zhang Er and Yier, who have grown up since then and have been playing until now!
When I arrived at school, my genius became mediocre, my handwriting was ugly, and my math calculation was not fast ... I entered the learning period with Dora. ...
So I used a wall as a crow's wall, bought a book to make a corner for my daughter, and invited the children next door from Xinger and Yue Yue to settle down. My amateur teacher career began. If you can't change the big environment, then let yourself become the environment you want, and let a hundred flowers bloom in the spring. Later, Xing Er was admitted to Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, Yue Er went to Capital Medical College, and her daughter went to America! Creating a dream environment for children is far better than complaining about the environment. ...
At the age of six, you finally entered the first grade. When I signed up with you, I saw the honor roll in the window, and you said enviously, I really hope to engrave my name here in the future!
Two weeks after school begins, you say to yourself: Give a small goal! I began to learn to write. At that time, I began to learn to be your teacher. From then on, I grew up for the second time. I remember that the first composition was Playing Games with the Breeze, and we played for more than three hours. You got three stars that time, and you laughed so happily!
The first time parents and children read this book was Depero the Romantic Mouse. We have read this book for a month. I remember the first beautiful sentence you found: reading is a lamp in a dark world. A mouse found a ladder from the secret world of books to the light because of a romantic idea ... You asked me curiously at that time: Why did this mouse live a different life from other mice? But I like being such a mouse!
Later, you and I became Depero in the book, fell in love with reading, and made our hearts better! With emotion, thank your daughter's first teacher, Miss Li!
When I was seven years old, I remember the first "first place" in oral arithmetic training. You were the only one in the class who failed, but you were smiling. The Olympic math class will choose the candidates, and Teacher Long said I would go. Thanks to the teacher's encouragement, children have their own value. I heard you say it again before I went to America. You actually stopped the math teacher at the door three times ... in those years, you were proud of your courage, even more proud.
That year, the most significant thing was that we set up a reading corner at home, invited friends to study together, and we began to eat hundreds of meals. Our home has become a children's garden, and there is a performance stage on the rooftop. Every Saturday night, poetry reading and children's drama begin! Mom and you are starting to change. Thank you for coming into my life and inspiring your inner potential. Every time you fall asleep, I write to you like Santa Claus ... I find that you are kind at heart. ...
When I was eight years old, we loved to go for an outing. We imagined that we were now on the beach next to the greenway, wrapped in cold rice, watching sauerkraut mill in Dehang, and running in the moonlight ... These eight years were the eight years that my mother accompanied you the most, so I was happy to think about it!
When you were nine years old and in the fourth grade, your mother came out to start a business! In the Spring Festival that year, you and dad, the three of us, painted the floor with two barrels of oxalic acid and three steel brushes, brushed away impetuousness and started the road of family entrepreneurship!
You are always good, playing the piano in the attic, eating in the canteen, my mother no longer accompanying you to study, and the weekend trip is zero!
You are also very sensible. You and your mother train the children of the stars together. Until now, you remember them. ...
I'm in grade five at the age of ten! You start to live independently, buy your own clothes, study and sleep by yourself. Mom and your memory are the ribs rice cakes fried together. ...
You have met your teacher Luo and always praised you as a thoughtful child. You had few friends that year! You are very confident. That year, you wanted to travel around the world and began to prepare for a trip to Changsha. That year ...
Eleven years old, you are in the sixth grade! Start showing your personality. Dress up cool every day, start your cool year ... and start fighting in adolescence!
At the age of twelve, you walked into Zhangshu Garden and Nanya Middle School, and you signed up alone. ...
You have met many difficulties, but mom, I don't think you work hard. Every day is a trilogy of quarreling, cursing and crying. Your grades have flown to thousands of feet, and you will finally learn from bullies! Now think about how I can accept your failure and love you unconditionally, and this year will not be so sad. ...
Thirteen years old, your second day, the biggest typhoon came, and you permed your hair! Mom has been invited to be a parent! This time, I put down part of my work and break through adversity with you!
You began to work hard and talk about your secrets together on the grass. We wrote down a plan. "Achieving Motherhood" allows every mother to have her own dreams. I began to study family education and embarked on the road of creating happiness for my mother. You also have a goal, and plan your life from now on ... thank you for all the sadness and sadness you showed in front of me. I know it all comes from the trust of love!
Fourteen years old, you are in grade three! When I graduated, you hugged me and cried for a long time. You said to me: What if I can't pass the exam? I hold you in my arms and say: No matter what you do, you will always be my miracle!
At the age of fifteen, you finally arrived in Yali. During military training, you brought a lot of seaweed, but you didn't bring a hanger. Finally, you made many friends. Helping others is actually wisdom. In this year, you began to lock your eyes and give up the Chinese college entrance examination. As parents, we began to let go. ...
That year, my team and I organized a fluorescent run. That year, I cooked for my mother. That year, I sold tickets for Yali Drama Club and served as the Minister of Outreach. ...
There were many stories that year. ...
That year, you were sixteen, a sophomore, and began to take TOEFL and sAT. Your dream is beautiful, your grades are bad, and your future is dark! So you find your own intermediary, attend the training camp, and break through again! Comfort me every time and say: your daughter will be great! On your birthday, your wish is that I am not the best mother, nor the best wife and daughter, but be myself!
That year, when you were seventeen, you cried the first time you called! You entered your favorite school and started another round. ...
This year, she is eighteen! What kind of story will there be in the future?
Everyone is writing a story, but some are very careful and some are careless! Everything is in my own hands. ...
Meeting my daughter is the most beautiful, only this generation, and there is no afterlife after the end! Our parents should cherish this fate and appreciate the beauty of a life!
Daughter, I love you, because of you, I have the most beautiful name in my life called Mom!