There's a way to get you out,
Either crooked or twisted, it is a success.
You wrote a poem,
Both novels and short stories are works.
Oh, my 14-year-old son,
In a storm that you have never experienced before,
Mother stood beside her like a buttonwood tree.
You hold your sister under the rain tree,
Let a blue elf fly across the sea.
Oh, my fourteen-year-old boy!
In your first season,
A fragrant girl walks up to you,
In your sleepless nights,
Your bamboo-like figure has suddenly risen a lot.
Oh! My 14 year old son,
When you first boarded Wangjiang Pavilion,
Want to shout "I want to own this world",
But I feel how immature and small I am.
Oh, how much pain, how much joy,
How much confusion, how much confusion.
I walked through thorns,
I came in colorful clouds.
My fourteen-year-old boy!
Fourteen years old, I have matured.
I don't think I'm special in this respect: I long for independence, but I can't leave home. Because there are my beloved parents at home.
14 birthday celebration, parents are here. It's just that my mother and I didn't know dad was coming until after "going back to work to eat cake" (the last link)-dad is like this-always looking at me from a distance and laughing or frowning. It's the same at school in the morning, riding a bike behind me and slowly following me. Sometimes, I can't hear the unique engine sound of that car, but more often, the restless sound always makes me feel safe.
Where's mom? -I am most sorry for my mother. Mom is very busy-she won't look at me from a distance. She can't wait to be by my side all the time, guarding me and taking care of me. But I'm not satisfied with her concern. I care about her nagging-I know I'm ignorant in this respect, and I know I'm wrong. Mom will get older and nag more and more … but I won't argue with her anymore. Yes, not anymore; I will try my best to let her know that I don't need her nagging, and I will do well. I hope my mother can understand me and support my efforts. Maybe so, we can really be inseparable. ...
The contrast between these two "ways to me" of parents is particularly great. I wonder if they are committed to "educating my daughter". ! I'm interested in this, but I don't want to know. Because I want them to have a sense of accomplishment. . (Hahahaha ``)
Parents have already passed the age of no doubt, and their faces are covered with "chrysanthemums" when they smile. They often tease each other about "getting old". Sometimes he suddenly asks me, "What will you do when we get old?" ? ! "Every time I recall those little things, I deeply feel that they don't want to get old at all! They said, "When you are old, you will be liberated! You can enjoy happiness! "Or what?" In the future, we will use our savings to buy an RV to play around so that you can't find us! "Appearance, but I'm not a fool! I'm smart! -Dad always wanted to stay where I could see my figure and face clearly. Mom just wants to stay with me and walk hand in hand with me! -They always think that this is the real "satisfaction".
May 13 is mother's day and dad's birthday. That day, I gave my mother a hairpin and a seal, and they were all very moved. I was moved to hug me, and I didn't forget to say, "It's all the money we gave you …", so I don't know whether I should be moved to cry or embarrassed to laugh. Of course I laughed, because I won't cry. When I cry, my parents will feel distressed again. ...
I love my home, because there are my dear parents at home.