时间：2021-07-23 14:55:53 作者：贵阳楼凤
贵阳最好的楼凤资源服务推介We are children, the whole sky
It was snowing in the evening. My friend invited me to the hot pot city and said that I was full of worries and wanted to borrow the hot pot for a rinse. In order to refuse to be a mother, she and her husband have become a fire and water situation. She wants to borrow me to make a fire extinguisher and ask me to go to the appointment as soon as I have arranged my daughter.
At the beginning, she also strongly advised me that being a mother had too much investment and too much risk. If it was OK to have a child prodigy, I would earn enough face as a mother. Ten thousand people have to lose their happiness all their life. It's really a big loss. At that time, I laughed at her like a trafficker, but now I think her every word is golden advice.
In front of the kindergarten, the teacher sighed to me: the child is like a mimosa, his mouth is closed into a nut in music class, and his dance class is always half a beat slower than others. Even when playing games, he looks around the corner alone.
I seem to have caught a cold. I feel cold all over and have a splitting headache. My daughter hid her face in my coat and rubbed it uneasily. I became more and more upset. As soon as she was born, she was informed of her critical illness. Among these lively and lovely babies, she was not only short of stature, but also very dull in character.
The girl who just graduated from kindergarten hesitated and said something more embarrassing to me. Her daughter can't control her appetite these days. She often has a stomachache and asks for more food. There was a parent giggling nearby. I insisted on smiling, but I was so angry that I wanted to have a big quarrel with someone.
Dizzy to the home, a soft mud on the bed. My daughter opened the door and asked me to teach her something. I tried to restrain my anger and closed my eyes and ignored her. But after a while, the door creaked again. Exhausted, I finally broke out, angrily pointed at her and shouted: get out, I don't want to see you again. How could I give birth to you idiot!
The daughter was so frightened that she shrank to the corner of the wall. She trembled and asked: Mom, will a man die if he kills his hand? I angrily pulled out her hand hidden behind her, and my head immediately hummed, so much blood, so deep wound! Even naughty stupid almost killed himself. God, what kind of child did you give me!
We stumbled to the hospital. It snowed heavily. My daughter didn't cry or ask me to hold her. She chased after me silently. It seems that she also knew she had caused a big disaster. The doctor said that the wound is too deep. In order to prevent infection, transfusion is needed after suturing, and permanent scar may be left. The doctor blamed me for my negligence. My daughter listened silently, buried her thin face deep in her knees and refused to lift it up for a long time.
After the drip, her daughter went to sleep and remembered her friend's appointment. She called back in a hurry to explain the reason. She said faintly: it seems that it's right not to have children. It's too difficult.
Suddenly, I burst into tears. Over the years, my husband is far away from home. I run alone in the sick, young children and cumbersome workshops. The huge pressure almost turns me into dust. Wrinkles cover my face from the bottom of my heart like a net. Where can I still smell like the past! At first, I thought children were the best gift from God. Now I know that there are so many additional items that people can't afford.
I looked back at my daughter. She fell asleep, her eyelashes trembling.
It was very late when I got home. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the telephone ring. My daughter went to the bedroom with light hands and feet. My daughter's teacher said that she had been calling me. If she couldn't get through, she would feel so guilty that she couldn't even sleep.
It turned out that the parents who laughed at their daughter went to her. He said that his child and my daughter were the best friends. The child told his father that it was neither stupid nor greedy for a good friend to eat so much. It was because * * *'s mother worked very hard. If she wanted to eat enough, she would not always get sick. She would grow tall and smart quickly, cook for her mother and help her mother mop the floor, so her mother would not be bothered any more.
The girl suddenly choked: your child also said that her mother likes apples best. She must learn to peel apples.
Put down the phone, I suddenly saw a dried apple in the fruit plate on the tea table, with light blood stains on it, and a sharp fruit knife lying next to it!
My heart was convulsing. Suddenly I understood that she came in for the first time to let me teach her to peel apples, but I ignored her. She hurt herself so badly and just tried to learn to peel an apple for me!
When I came to her room, she put on the princess dress she only wore in summer and stood silently on the red carpet like a little snowman. At the sight of me, there was a deep panic in my eyes. All of a sudden, my tears filled my eyelashes. She murmured: Mom, don't cry. I'll dance for you. I just learned the hyacinth is open.
I found something strange about her right sock. She said that there was a hole in her sock. When she took off her shoes and entered the dance classroom yesterday, a child laughed at her big toe. She took a needle and thread to sew it by herself. After sewing, it became like this.
I squatted down, touched that lump, pressed my hand and my heart. Her feet have been polished all day, but I don't know. She is only four and a half years old. She is afraid that her mother will be annoyed. She ponders hard and makes up this broken hole. Her mother thinks she is stupid!
She sings softly, and slowly swings her arms. Her closed hands are like a shy and closed flower bud. Under the light, the bud opened timidly, the wind came and the rain came, and her single eyelid black eyes kept looking at me. She held her left hand above her head, wrapped in a thick bandage, and the petals unfolded bit by bit. Her daughter was like a little brave wounded soldier. On this snowy night, she finally opened herself into a hyacinth whiter than snow.
Hyacinth whispered: Mom, the children laughed at me for driving too slowly. She paused, and others said I was an idiot. When I was shocked, my heart shrank like a scald.
The dance teacher told everyone that I'm not an idiot. I'm a white hyacinth. I'm very quiet and shy. I drive slower than purple and blue hyacinths, but it's the most beautiful when it's ready.
I leaned down and hugged her soft little body and the warmth closest to me in the long red world.
Please allow the white hyacinth to be shy, because no matter how heavy the wind and snow is and how deep the injury is, she will try her best to open the most beautiful flower for you. Tomorrow, I will tell my friends that it is lucky to have any hyacinth.