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Listen, the night wind goes through the forest carefully.
You see, the brightest star on the horizon is more like your eyes, soaking in water and shining.
Baby, your arrival has brought me and your father the greenest joy in spring. The birth of a new life, a crystallization of the continuation of my love with your father. I was in pain on the operating table, but my heart was full of happy circles.
You were born in the season when lotus flowers are in full bloom. When you cried "Quack" and landed, the first solar rain began in bright June. Your father said happily that it was a happy rain. Thousands of acres of mountains and rivers are like mirrors, your arrival, the wind, flying for you; Rain, clap for you.
Your soft little body was carried to your father by the nurse. The tall boy was flustered and at a loss. He touched your wet fetal hair carefully, and his eyes were obviously wet. Because of malnutrition, your freshman year is only five catties and eight taels. Your thinness makes us feel distressed.
You stretch your limbs, twist your little head, and rush to find the safest and warmest place.
So, I leaned down, just like an eternal mother, gently echoing your low call.
two
Your little by little, I use my bald pen to leave traces of time one by one.
Baby, you slept in the cradle for three months. When your mother was born, your grandfather slept day and night for two nights. Around the cradle, your grandfather carefully carved many lifelike animals. I don't know how many wounds your grandfather cut with a knife for these carvings. Among those deep red colors, who can tell if your grandfather's fresh blood is flowing?
There are so many mosquitoes and flies in the country that I am afraid of being bitten and can't sleep well. Your father is silly and bare-armed, using a cattail fan to drive mosquitoes away from biting his arm. He believes that with him around, you won't be disturbed by mosquitoes.
I sit by and quietly knit a sweater for you. Although my palm is too wet to hold the steel needle, although I never despise such handwork, I still weave for you with love as always.
I knitted you one sweater after another, so that when you were a teenager, the sweaters in the cupboard were still full.
Six months later, you learned to crawl, and seven months later, you began to grow your first deciduous tooth. Your father and I clearly remember that the first time you learned Chinese, you said "Mom and Dad" in a gentle voice for the first time. The voice was as sweet as nature and moved your father and me to tears. So far, we all love sweet memories.
three
I have always liked Little White Flower by Taiwan Province poetess Zhang Xiuya. "Small white flowers, like an innocent child with a milk cup, are scattered everywhere. When the wind blows, the small cup tilts and overflows a little. "
Baby, mother can't help laughing at the thought of your beautiful mistake and spilled milk. All the troubles you caused during the day are gone now, and my heart has become very clean.
Since you learned to walk, we dare not show off our ceramics and vases. Everything that is harmful to you is hidden in the high cupboard by your father.
The home is no longer neat, the sofa is full of your footprints coming here, and the floor you just mopped is your spilled milk and juice. My home is a mess, and I'm a little depressed. However, when I saw your timid eyes and heart, my heart instantly became soft. Facing your clear eyes, your father and I have no choice but to surrender.
four
Baby, do you remember your first day at school?
Your father and I were excited for several nights, discussed for several nights, and finally decided to put you in the nearest kindergarten.
A week before school starts, I am busy buying your schoolbag, new clothes and new shoes. I chose again and again. I want to dress up as the most handsome boy in the garden for you.
Your father laughed at me for worrying, but he was not nervous. He found a pile of books, went to the bookstore to buy a lot of pencils, and even bought you a pen early.
On the day of school, your father and I held your hand, smiled and nodded happily to passers-by to show off.
I went back to my empty home alone and was at a loss. When you are at home, I think you are very troublesome and burdensome. Now that you are out of my sight, I'm not used to it. Standing in the middle of the room, I suddenly remembered the pants you were wearing, worried that you could take them off and go to the toilet by yourself, and worried that you could adapt to school life. Finally, I was hiding under the tree in front of your kindergarten, spying on you for a long time, and I was secretly relieved until the school bell sent you out of school.
five
It's like overnight, baby, you grow up.
Yesterday, or today, I looked up and talked to you. I was surprised to find that you were a head taller than me. There is a thin and dense layer of fluff on the corners of the mouth, and there are a few small red pimples around the nose.
I was a little surprised and confused. Baby, no matter how mom doesn't admit the vicissitudes of time, you, finally, grow into a young man yourself.
At the age of ten, you first came into contact with death. Grandma Zu's stiff body was parked in the old house. You took my hand and whispered, mom, grandma went to heaven and never came back. We miss her and have to meet in our dreams, right?
Oh, baby, you know, I was so excited. You have such an interpretation of my feelings about life.
Half a year later, we moved into a new house, but you were unfortunately allergic to paint and admitted to the hospital. Check, test, inject and take medicine every day, and bear it silently. Like an adult, you have been rationally comforting us.
Oh, baby, you know, your father and I are happy because of you.
You are well and happy as a bird. You said you must be healthy from now on, and don't see your father and I grow white hair again.
Silly boy, our black hair, how can we meet your good times without going?
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I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window, and it rustled underground, like a silkworm raised in a cardboard box when I was a child, climbing on a large mulberry leaf.
I pushed open your door, you curled up, the lamp was on, and the book fell to the ground. I picked up the book, which contained a carnation and a small print; Today is Mother's Day. I don't know how to express it to my mother. I only hope that my mother and father will always be healthy in my heart.
Oh, my baby, you have touched my softest place again.
I closed the door quietly.
The wild roses in the yard are intertwined with carnations in the book.