I have a pet dog, his name is Bobo. When Bobo was first born, his whole body was red, fleshy, and soft. His favorite thing to do was to cry and chew his little paws.
I held my newborn Bobo with love and affection, feeling that he deserved the best things in the world. I bought it a luxurious and sparkling kennel studded with rhinestones, but it didn't like it because no matter how beautiful the kennel was, it didn't make it feel safe to lie next to its mother. I bought a lot of beautiful soft clothes for it, but it still doesn't like it, because no matter how gorgeous the clothes are, they are not as warm as mother's arms. Looking at Bobo who was shivering with cold, I kissed him gently, patted his back, and whispered "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!". Then I kept it in my heart because that is the safest and warmest place.
Bobo rested his head on my heart, and with the gentle beating of his heart, he quickly fell asleep while nibbling on his little claws. He slept very sweetly and comfortably, and often smiled in his sleep, like a soft little angel. Bobo will only cry a few times when he is hungry. After eating, he will burp and fall asleep peacefully. When I was little, Bobo was very quiet and well-behaved. He loved my heart very much and I didn’t want to be separated from him for a second.
Go to sleep, little darling
Because my heart is a bit small and there are not many fun toys in it. When Bobo grows up a little, he doesn’t like living in my heart so much. It wants to come out and see the outside world. I was very reluctant to part with it because it was so small and thin. The weather outside is either too cold or too hot, and it is too weak to withstand the harsh environment.
So, Bobo lived in my heart for a while. As it grows bigger, its desire to get out becomes stronger and stronger. My heart is too small for it, and it is now difficult for it to turn over smoothly. But I still can't bear to let him go out, because there are many big dogs with malicious intentions outside, they are very fierce and bad, and Bobo is still not strong enough and will be bullied.
Bobo's temper is getting more and more irritable. He will lose his temper for no reason, throw things, act recklessly, and act recklessly. It often makes my heart hurt.
I know that it is time to let him go out and have a try. He has the freedom and right to try all new things. I don't let go, not because it is weak and the outside world is cruel, but because I am so used to having it in my heart. With it living in my heart, my heart is full, no longer as empty and without a place as before.
If you love someone, you should respect him, so I took Bobo out of my heart.
Bobo, who has been trapped in my heart for a long time, is finally free. It ran towards the vast sky outside without looking back. It was so happy, every hair on its back danced in the wind, exuding a gradient light, and its whole body was enveloped in a halo of happiness.
I looked at his retreating back, feeling a little lost and a little sad.
Plato said, "Do you look at the stars, my stars? I would like to be able to look at you with countless eyes for the sky." Dear Bobo, if you miss me, please look up at the sky and see the twinkling stars. It's me looking into your eyes.
The first hour Bobo left, I missed it.
The second hour after Bobo left, I thought about it more and more.
The third hour after Bobo left, I seemed to be getting used to not being with Bobo.
When I was about to look for the unfinished book, Bobo came back. It was covered in mud, holding a small yellow flower in its mouth, and ran to me happily. It excitedly told me about what it had seen outside. It said, "Mom, the outside world is very exciting. Let's go play together next time."
Send you a little flower
