The thousand-year-old ancient lotus seed can also sprout and take roots and blossom. The love of generations can also extend endlessly, fall to the ground and take roots, blooming crystal soft petals. Let us not feel bitter when we step on the thorns, there are tears to fall, but not sadness.
Each of us was once a baby, and we must be cared for to grow up. Some people give you warmth and cleanliness, some people play with you patiently, some answer your strange questions, some people hold you in your arms and carry you on your back.
Because of such dense and meticulous love, children will grow up well. No matter how old he grows, he is still a small baby, longing to love and be loved. Therefore, whenever I see love, I cannot help being touched. I want to record the appearance of love in words, so as to provide comfort to more people.
This is a very small child. In the summer morning, everyone is eating around the coffee table. He is half asleep and half awake, sitting on the sofa fascinated, and has no appetite yet. Mom and Dad have become accustomed to his appearance, but grandma is not relieved, turned her head, and asked him again and again if he would like to eat a little bit.
When I was a child, I was afraid of living. When relatives or guests came to my house, I would be embarrassed to eat with them. I stubbornly said that I was not hungry or hungry or not hungry. But seeing someone else eat so fragrantly, and the stomach is gurgling again, will be especially embarrassing. Grandma is always patient, calling me over and over again to eat a little bit. She is a very gentle grandma. The minds of old people and children are connected.
When everyone is eating, this grandma will pick up the baby and sit at the table together. Even if he is just playing with paper cups, let his grandson participate in this lively atmosphere to prevent him from being alone. People who love you always understand your heart, know what you want, and try to give you more company.
The child has a small wild horse in his heart. When he wants to play, he is lucky to be accompanied by his sister. Draw ink marks on my face and sing and dance with my sister,It's also a small masquerade party.
If you don't have enough fun, you can still paint on your mother's lap while she is asleep. This trick must have been played on my uncle a long time ago, and my painting skills have shocked my dad. In short, these whimsical games will not be punished, but will only make the old and the young laugh happy.
Did we often do this when we were young? There are always countless whimsical ideas for the pampered child. When I was young, I used pen drawing on my mother's wrist when I was a little kid, and I also put a pigtail on my father's hair. I was never punished. When they woke up, they always laughed again. Laugh until tears come out of laughter.
The world is big and I am very small. Fortunately, you are willing to take care of it. That's why we will be tolerant and receive endless love. Even if a person grows up, the elders still treat you as a child. They are used to reminding you to dress up in the cold, remind you to go to bed early at night, and remind you not to stare at your phone so as not to damage your eyes and cervical spine.
You may find it funny or nagging, but don’t get bored. Because one day, you will habitually say these things to your children. That's why the young lady educates her uncle with confidence: Grandma is also doing good for you, telling you not to always look at your phone... While laughing, she also thinks this little adult is also very cute.
Li Shangyin said: knocks the first night chime alone, leans against a vine, and in the dust of the world, I love and hate. Big world, little us, but the love that has ever been touched is real. It is the tenderness that accompanies us throughout our lives. It needs to be put in the amber bottle and held in the hand to watch carefully. Ah.
The ancient lotus seeds of thousands of years can also sprout, root and bloom, and the love of generations can also last forever.It takes roots on the ground and blooms with crystal-clear and soft petals. Let us not feel bitter when we step on the thorns, there are tears to fall, but not sadness.
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