Children's prose

My daughter already has her own child, so I still call her "girl". It's my privilege. The girl is two years younger than her brother. She was born like a doll with a round face, white skin and big eyes. As the saying goes, "just hold the big one in your arms." I love my daughter more than my son, because my daughter is my mother's close-fitting cotton-padded jacket!

My daughter is just full moon, and the work of the unit is busy. She will go to work before dawn, so she has to give it to her mother-in-law. Grandma loves her granddaughter. There is nothing to say. Coincidentally, my mother-in-law has hepatitis, and she dare not pass it on to her children. Every day, she puts a girl under one year old in a big wooden basin and throws a toy for her to play with, while her mother-in-law watches from a distance. Every time I get off work, I see my daughter wearing two butterfly-like hands, full of excitement and sour nose. It's a short time to go home for dinner. I put my daughter across my leg, and little ass was exposed below, so that she could nurse and solve the problem of excretion. I eat my rice with a bowl here, which is called "three mistakes". Adults and children fill their stomachs. As for my daughter, it's her own child anyway, so I can't care.

In the blink of an eye, my daughter will move, but because she has been sitting in a wooden basin for a long time, she has two bowlegged legs. My heart is so cold. What can a beautiful little girl do if she has a pair of bowlegged legs? My husband believes in superstition and asked a blind man to tell his daughter's fortune, saying that the child was not well raised, which provoked my husband to tell me in tears when he came home. I said, "Are you free?" Believe those things? "I believe my daughter will grow up healthily and lively. When my daughter was a child, she hardly took injections and medicine, and even her legs were straight, which finally made me let go of my hanging heart.

My daughter is very good. She doesn't cry, but plays quietly alone, so I named her Jing, hoping that she will be a quiet and gentle lady in the future.

When my daughter was also stubborn, once the company issued two movie tickets, and my husband and I were going to take our son to see them. The daughter just spoke, squatted on the ground, put her hands on the small bench, looked up and asked piteously, "Mom, do you want to take care of the children?" I am so distressed that I can hardly move my feet. My mother-in-law waved and said, "Go ahead and leave it to me." Who knows that my daughter suddenly cried and insisted on following, but it was not good. I was so angry that I slapped little ass. This little thing actually said, "hit it, I'll give it to you as a pillow when I die." I smiled in a sloped way. Where did I learn that?

Nowadays, children need parents to pick them up every day from primary school to fifth grade, while my daughter only picked them up twice in kindergarten, and then she came and went by herself. Her home is more than two miles away from the kindergarten, and her youngest daughter goes back and forth alone after school every day. One day, I went to work late, and I walked and found a circle of people in front of me. Looking closer, it turned out that an old man was pushing a flatbed car with cartons piled on it. The height of the box allows the old man to see only the head of the pedestrian in front. Because his daughter was too young for the old man to see, the car knocked her down and caused passers-by to shout. I pulled up my daughter distressfully and looked around. Fortunately, there are many clothes to wear in cold weather, and I didn't break my skin. Where did you touch it? Does it matter? "I told him I didn't touch it, so he can go at ease. I dusted my daughter's clothes and made an exception by buying her a bunch of candied haws at a roadside stall. My daughter is very happy. You know, I never give snacks to children.

My daughter has grown up and is smart in business, but her name is wrong. She is no longer that quiet girl, but has become careless and fearless. If I had known this, I would have named her "Little Witch". In my heart, I will still think of her with a croissant and a smile on her round face.

Second, the girl (2)

Another girl has been added. It is rare to have no baby at home for more than ten years. My little daughter's thin black-gray fetal hair is faintly visible in many places, so I call her "hairy child", which is also our custom here. Add the word "Mao" before the child's name to show intimacy and love.

The baby is completely fed with milk powder. At first, children ate a small amount of food, and a bag of milk powder could last ten days. The old man said that eating milk powder is like eating steamed bread without water, so every time you feed milk powder, you should feed a few spoonfuls of lukewarm sugar water, as well as apple sauce and banana sauce. I boiled live crucian carp into white soup, or chopped green leafy vegetables, wrapped them in clean gauze to squeeze out juice, and then boiled them to brew milk powder to increase nutrition. At five months, the child's appetite increased greatly, and the nutrition of milk powder could not keep up. I steamed egg soup, added minced meat and fed it in various ways. Breast-fed children have warm milk waiting at any time. Milk powder feeding is several times more difficult. I am afraid of being hot when it is hot, and I am afraid of freezing when it is cold. In the middle of the night, they also get up to feed the little girl and enjoy the bittersweet process.

The little girl is white, fat and lovely, and everyone likes her. I embroidered birds or small animals on her dress and skirt. The sweaters in spring and autumn are all kinds of colors and patterns with long ponytails. Every morning, her husband took her by the hand, carrying a small bamboo basket, and went to the vegetable market not far away to buy food. There is no one who doesn't know her. Her husband saw her crooked, smiled and walked to the dry goods stall, grabbed two red dates and walked on to the second house. Like a bear breaking a stick, throw down red dates, grab a few ginkgo nuts, and so on, move forward one by one, lose and pick them up, that's all. Rows of dry goods bosses cocked their heads and looked at this interesting little girl.

My husband especially loves little girls, more than the two older ones. Every day after work, I always pull out a gadget or delicious food from my pocket like a magic trick to attract my daughter's attention. It happened that I didn't bring anything back that day. The daughter tugged at her father's pocket with two small hands, and her little head stretched out to look in, and she had to touch it repeatedly with her hands. Finally, she slipped down from her father's leg in disappointment.

The youngest daughter is beautiful and lovely. Not only our own family, but all our relatives regard her as a treasure.

The baby has grown up. Babies love painting. With a few strokes, he can draw a simple and decent picture. The baby's curiosity is so strong that whether it is an alarm clock, a camera, a watch or anything that can be disassembled, it will suddenly become a pile of parts in her hand, but she is not just destroying it. She has a problem. She can solve it. Even I am not good at repairing it.

When the baby was ten years old, her husband died of illness. My eyes are swollen and my voice is hoarse, but my little daughter hasn't shed a tear. I thought to myself, this child is really heartless. My father loves her very much. How can he be so cold? Occasionally go to the utility room and see my little daughter facing the wall. There was no sound, but tears rolled down her face like dates. I held her in my arms in great pain. There are rows of cigarettes on the shelves of the grocery store. The white paper under a box of "Sequoia" cigarettes reads: Dad loves to smoke this kind of cigarette. I recognized the crooked handwriting of my little daughter. Oh, my eyes are moist, and my heart is trembling: mom is wrong about you, and my daughter is a good boy who is affectionate and righteous.

The bird grew up, flapped its wings and flew to the wide world. Daughter is smart, kind and shy. Actually, I should leave her her sister's name. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and I plan to travel, but I know in my heart that I can't let her go.

Third, son, I want to tell you.

Son, I want to tell you that you are the best.

Although you are laid off to find a job for yourself, you have mastered driving, water and electricity, acoustics and other knowledge with your eagerness to learn and cleverness. More importantly, with your honesty and kindness, you won yourself a job and praise. No matter our family or relatives and friends, they will give a thumbs up when they mention you. Mom is proud of you.

Son, you have been so worry-free since you were a child. I remember the first time I sent you to grandma's house, you were less than two years old. A few months later, dad took you home, and you didn't even know your mother. You learn the sound of water birds in the reeds on grandma's river bank, and your face is timid, which makes your mother feel distressed. It took you a long time to fall into her arms. ...

When I graduated from junior high school, my son was the shortest in my class, with a handsome face and a good handsome guy, but now he has grown into a man of 200 Jin.

Back in those days, when it rained on a cloudy day, my mother gave you an umbrella and stood in the corridor of the classroom, looking for the trace of her son through the window. You saw your mother first, and walked out of the classroom quickly, holding an umbrella and whispering with your head down: "Who asked you to send an umbrella?" Do you know that?/You know what? Son, I have been struggling with this sentence for twenty years. I always thought your classmates would laugh at you because your mother was not beautiful. Twenty years later, when I mentioned this matter and said, "My son is not too ugly for his mother and not too poor for his family," you smiled and said, "Who said you were ugly? My mother's manners are the best in the world. I won't let you send an umbrella, but I am afraid that my classmates will say that I am so old and let my mother send an umbrella. " Oh, the knot in my heart is open. Son of a bitch, no matter how old you are, you will always be a child in my eyes.

At half a point, my son failed to continue his studies. At that time, it was not the time when money could communicate with God. Besides, parents who are workers and salespeople don't have this strength. You have been working at an early age, doing the same work as adults, and your mother is distressed but unable to change the status quo.

What worries me is your carelessness. The unit is twenty or thirty miles away from home. Go to work by bike every day, and check the car before you leave. On the way to work that time, you shook your head while riding a bike and singing, and suddenly you saw a wheel rolling in front of you. Just at the strange time, people have already hit the ground. It turned out that the front wheel of their car flew out, fell below their arms and knees, and scratched their faces. When I got home, even my words and gestures were taken as jokes, which showed that my mother broke out in a cold sweat. At that time, I was driving a colleague's tricycle, and it was also because of the wheel failure that I overturned. ...

The most frightening thing is that time, you drove an agricultural vehicle to help the boss transport fish. This car is a big water tank welded with thick iron plate, which is full of water and fish. When it was dark, the car hit by a car coming from behind turned over and flew past. When you fall, the heavy water tank presses on you again. Fortunately, the corn pile harvested by the farmer next to you covered you with a water tank. Except for scratching your face and limbs, your thigh bone cracked, which did not cause more disaster. My son and mother are always afraid. You don't have to scare your mother like this. Maybe it was your righteousness, maybe it was your father's blessing in the spirit of heaven that kept you alive. You really can't be careless. You should be careful everywhere.

Son, mother has always regretted that she didn't do her mother's duty. If I hadn't been addicted to playing mahjong and neglected your study; If I am as serious and responsible for my children as a lesbian, maybe your future will be rewritten and your present situation will be different.

Son, mother knows that you have filial piety, and you are sad for my loneliness; Rejoice in my comfort. But we all have our own helplessness. In your heart, I am looking forward to my mother's return, and then try my mother's best oil cake and tofu roll, patting her increasingly curved back. ...

I am old, wrinkles have climbed up my forehead and canthus, and many things I want to do are beyond my power. The hardships of life sometimes make me want to sleep forever. It is my children who give me hope and happiness in life. I'm proud of them. I play back my children's childhood scenes over and over again in my mind, and I look forward to the day when they will still surround my knees like when I was a child. ...

A son in the eyes of a father

It seems that just yesterday, after a day's work, I was sleepy and tired, and fell asleep as soon as I touched my pillow. In the dark, my wife gave me a push, as if to say that someone had a stomachache. I woke up from a dream and said, "Maybe I ate a bad stomach?" I fell asleep again and heard a woman crying in my dream. A tingle turned and sat up. It was really my wife sitting on the bed, wiping her tears with her hands, and her face was like a cat. Look at the alarm clock, two big needles overlap on 12, yawned and said impatiently, "What are you crying at midnight?" The wife said, "I have a stomachache for a long time, and I didn't care if I called you." I also said that people have bad stomachs. Whoops-"I said angrily." Then go to the hospital. " That sound, the sound of opening the door woke up the sleeping mother next door. When I got dressed, I looked at what was going on. I heard that my wife had a stomachache and laughed and scolded me: "You idiot, your daughter-in-law is going to have a baby." As he spoke, he quickly pulled up his sleeves and shook his liberation feet, looking for brown sugar and taking eggs. Don't forget to remind me: "What are you still doing? Hurry to the hospital? " I just woke up completely, pushed my bike out, let my wife sit tight and be careful, and rode straight to the hospital.

At about four o'clock in the morning, the baby cried loudly in the delivery room. The nurse pushed open the door, took off her mask and said with a smile, "Buy wedding candy! You have an eldest son. " Hey! I have a son! I turned around happily, but almost didn't jump.

My son weighs seven kilograms, and his skin is tight and his flesh is tight. Unlike the child in the bed next door, he looks like a little old man with a bulging forehead. I touched my son's little pink ears with my fingers. His little fingers and feet are like peas. The most beautiful penis is watery and valuable, hehe.

It seems that yesterday, my son was able to walk, stumbling and wobbling like a duckling. He is the busiest at home except when he sleeps. He will put the broom in the rice cooker, throw the shoes into the water tank, scratch the kitten and turn grandma's sewing basket upside down. It is also beautiful to fall asleep: two small hands are held by the ears, small knees are curled up on both sides, two small feet are together in a "heart" shape, and a small belly bulges with breathing. When he fell asleep, he suddenly laughed. His grandmother said it was a dream mother-in-law teasing him.

My son is really cute and brings us happiness and laughter. However, there are times when you can't laugh. One day when I came back from work, I saw my son climb into the fish tank. I glued the fish tank with five glass bricks and put it under the grape trellis in the yard. The little guy is sitting in the water, catching the goldfish in the water with two small hands, but he can't catch the urgent hand and slaps the water hard. The splash splashed all over his face, and he cried with joy. I forgot to laugh, so I quickly took him out. Sure enough, my son had a high fever at night, and it was useless to take injections and medicine. His eyelids drooped during the day and he cried all night. Thanks to my mother, she took him to grandma Sun, who said she was scared. She touched her son's head with one hand and grabbed it in the air with the other, shouting "Come back, lad" and told her to go home and find a copper coin and an iron key to boil water for the child to drink. Her mother is sure.

It seems yesterday that my son is going to primary school. What worries us is that the child drew a map on the mattress for three days and said that he would wash my feet and make him pee several times every night. Grandma said that he has few urine bubbles and can't store urine. Every time I shout, my son feels sleepy as if he is awake. Once I got out of bed with my eyes closed and bent down to pick up my sister's white sneakers. I "suddenly" peed, with half a shoe shell, so I had to let him pee. Another time, I walked out of the room with a spittoon. I followed him curiously to see what he was going to do. I saw him holding a spittoon in one hand and his ass in the other. He went to the kitchen door and stood for a while, then turned to bathroom door and stood for a while. Finally, I stood in the living room. I asked him, "What are you going to do?" He looked straight at me and it took him a long time to wake up. The funniest thing is that I narrowed my eyes after shouting. I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, I found there was no son under the bed. Where is it? We searched every room, but there was nothing. When I opened the door, there was nothing in the yard. I am in a hurry. Finally, I found him under the table against the wall in the dining room. I saw him crouching in the corner under the table. Hands holding arms, eyes wide open, without saying a word.

I don't know how many times this happened, and my son grew up unconsciously. Maybe my son's son will repeat his son's story.