Author Wang Na
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(1)
There is no one lonelier than me in the world!
I woke up early in the morning and felt extremely uncomfortable in my stomach. It must be that I had taken too many medicines in the past few days and hurt my stomach. After searching, there was no dry food to eat at home. I steamed a few steamed buns, but I couldn't imagine what the steamed buns would look like. This was the noodles left over from making dumplings a few days ago. I put some baking powder and in them and froze them in the refrigerator.
I just looked at the time and as soon as I turned around, I forgot how long the steamed buns had been steamed. You always accompany and remind me in different ways. Even though I am happy, I will inevitably be sad. I can no longer determine what the love and companionship between us is for.
The steamed buns are cooked. When you take off the pan, you will see a yellow pile, more like a durian in shape. I know this side is not risen well, so don’t care, it’s just steamed buns. Eating two small steamed buns was like swallowing medicine. After being sick, my mouth tasted tasteless, and because of the medicine, my mouth became bitter and dry. In addition, the steamed buns were not fluffy, and they were stirred and rolled in my mouth. It took me a lot of time to swallow them. My stomach feels much better with food.
went back to the bedroom and continued to lie down. Who knew whose free-range cat was outside, howling and barking from time to time, waking up many people from their sweet dreams?
And I am used to waking up early, chatting, lingering and lingering with you. This is another extreme of life!
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"Mom, I have a fever of 37.5℃." The son shouted loudly. This stinky kid is afraid that he will catch a cold, because the current cold is caused by the new coronavirus and seems to be very lethal. Of course, my son immediately started giving orders, not allowing me to go to his bedroom, not getting close to him, and to wear a mask at home...
What is going on? When my son was sick since he was a child, he always relied on me. Now he is afraid that he will be infected with COVID-19 and then pass it on to me. My ignorant son must be very scared. He told his father about the fever again, and his father didn't know what Luo Suo had taught him. Anyway, my son's bedroom door was closed.
After a while, the son shouted again: Mom, I want to drink boiled water, Mom, I want to eat steamed buns stuffed with beef and onions, Mom...
I asked him to take some antipyretic medicine. When his body temperature is normal, my son will not be afraid of any ghost virus.
I guess my son got the infection from playing games online with his classmates. His classmate has had a fever in the past few days, and he said that the antigen test was positive, and the fever has returned again. What's more interesting is that two people were playing games last night, and his classmate's younger brother shouted, "Brother, eat steamed buns."
You said that nothing in this world is contagious. Fever is contagious, and even eating is contagious.
I deliberately went to my son’s bedroom without wearing a mask and opened the curtains for him to let in the sunlight. My son yelled angrily, saying that I shouldn’t go to his bedroom, saying that I shouldn’t not wear a mask...
"Son, mom is not afraid of being infected. If mom doesn't go to the market to buy vegetables, what will we and my mother eat if she doesn't buy vegetables?" I said cheerfully.
The epidemic in the past three years has caused many conflicts between children and parents. This is because we, mother and son, have different understandings of "new coronavirus pneumonia". My son did not accept my opinion, but I still refused to wear a mask and still walked in the streets and alleys among the crowd. Looking at the various expressions of human beings, I don’t know whether I am sad or hopeless?
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I distributed noodles first, then went to the market to buy beef and onions, and stuffed them into steamed buns at home. My son ate a plate of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge. Seeing that he eats so well, I know that there is no big problem with him. He just caught a cold when he went out two days ago. A big boy who has been raised in a greenhouse for a long time will not be able to adapt to the cold environment outside. Colds and fevers are normal.
Alas, I don’t know if modern children are too happy, or if our generation is too miserable. During the winter vacation, we took all the time to play outside. We played in the cold snow and ice all day long. Even if our noses were full of runny noses, it was okay. When it comes to children like sons, their living conditions are so good that they can no longer stand the cold in winter and the heat in summer.I can’t say whether this is beneficial or harmful to human development. Anyway, human adaptability determines human survival and development.
"Mom, don't touch my bowl, don't touch my water glass..." My son started to make three rules to me again.
My heart aches because the child is old enough to deal with problems in his own way. And I just love him very much and hope to give him more warmth and care when he is sick.
(4)
A man called and said that almost everyone at work was infected and that he could go home. He didn’t want to go home because he was afraid of infecting me and my son. It has been almost forty days since the sudden outbreak of the epidemic last time. He has been quarantined in his work unit for almost forty days. What kind of mental state is this, sacrificing the time and freedom of some good people in order to take care of some scum!
"I'm not afraid of getting infected!" I emphasized this sentence again and again, and he said that I was abnormal. If
is not normal, it is not normal. What is normal these days?
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. It’s not clear what we gained from this war without gunpowder. We have lost too much!
The faces were covered one after another, and the bright smiles could no longer be seen. In the busy days, relatives and relatives become estranged and then estranged. The blurred vision and the fragile and injured heart that was puzzled could no longer withstand the hurt.
A disease that can be cured is not a disease! The incurable poison is the human heart!
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