I will quietly spread my branches and watch you work.
You smiled when you saw that my branches and leaves were more lush after being watered by rain. I laughed there, but didn't say a word.
When your eyes are tired, I will extend the branches to your window, let you see the green leaves and relieve the fatigue of the day.
When you sit in a rocking chair and return to the yard after working and resting in hot summer, I will throw my shade on the ground to bring you a cool moment.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you go to the yard at night and look up at the bright moon, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again, asking you to play games with me.
"I haven't seen you all day. Where have you been? "
"I haven't left you all day, mom." I said with a smile.
If I become a little caterpillar, please cover me with your wide wings, mom, and give me some warmth.
I grow my feet slowly. Mom, please let me go, hold my hand tightly and let me climb by myself. Please don't worry. No matter how muddy the land is, I will slowly climb into the depths of the forest.
Mom, please teach me patiently when you teach me to eat leaves. Don't think that I will learn everything soon. Your kindness will make me study patiently and patiently.
Mom, when you see me secretly playing with little ants when I should be studying; When you are angry that I dropped a big corn while jumping, please think about this sentence: I am just a little caterpillar.
I grew stronger and fatter. At that time, you always nagged, "Look how slim that dragonfly is and how tall that cockroach next door is." I will say impatiently, "I'm bored to death." Mom, please don't be angry. You have to believe that your child is going his own way, and it will grow up slowly.
It's late autumn, and I have a big cocoon. Mom, I think that was your proudest time. You stand by the cocoon in the cold, expecting, expecting. ...
That kind of love, I can feel it even in my dream in a cocoon.
One day, I took off my cocoon and finally flew freely in the sky. But when you are old, you will never fly again, just like when I was a child, I looked up at you enviously in the sky. Maybe at this time, you are more gratified and lost. But don't worry, mom, I'll come back to you. At that time, mom, please call me bug!