I poked my head out of my mother's stomach. I opened my eyes and saw the world for the first time. The first cry means that I was born. Dad hugged me and smiled and asked me to call him dad, but I didn't, because I couldn't speak yet.
The first step when you grow up is to enter kindergarten. I left my parents' care and began to learn to grow up by myself. But when I stepped into the kindergarten, I felt very strange, with anxiety and sadness. My mother put me in kindergarten. When the teacher picked me up, I looked at my parents' backs. I began to cry. I waved. I want to grab my mother's skirt, but my immature hands.
Later, after I graduated from kindergarten, I began to enter primary school with a small schoolbag on my back, but my mother had to support me, so my mother and my father packed their bags and stepped into that strange and hopeful big city, sweating there just to give me a better future. There used to be a class in this campus, which was poetry, but I sat on the grass and didn't remember a word. Later, I came back.
My poems contain my thoughts about my parents. I want to read it to my mother quietly, hoping to remember my thoughts at night.
Later, when I grew up, I joined the army with high-spirited steps. My mother said that I only have one son. But I still stubbornly carried my luggage and embarked on the road of being a soldier. My suffering and tears will eventually pay off. I became a real soldier, and I am a qualified soldier. Occasionally, one day, my mother and uncle came to the camp together, and my mother hugged me. The first thing I said was that you lost weight. My mother cried and I cried, but my mother looked at my son's grades and said, I am proud to have you as a son.