To the child with you, mom is not afraid of old – Sohu maternal and child

The children: and you together, not afraid of the old mother to the infant Liu Jirong Photography – Sohu

Xingze Tony, Wan Yu Doug from | "together with you, I am not afraid of old" I have a small house, and a little child. Even if there is no spring, there are flowers; there is no Xia Yu, there is a rainbow. The window can be inside the window, snow drifting profusely and disorderly, my sweet rose. With you, I’m not afraid of old. I * – once upon a time, I love kids. I think, a sweet soft and sweet children, you can laugh flowers around the world; a simple sincere kiss, worth over ten spring, straight into the picturesque scenery, time. After being a mother, I finally know that cute little angel will roll the street, crying for a day will be unreasonable; do not eat, or eat to excess stomach; to try to move the small finger into the power socket, trying to recharge herself. I am the rescue team, rushed to save east west, constantly on the run. I do not understand: but also fifty-eight diamonds, why children will have one thousand kinds of inexplicable behavior? I can not help but envy her mother, in her mouth, when I gave her the most joy, comfort and courage, not tired, helpless and confused. Small things finally fell asleep, I call the fire, called the mother’s phone, enumerating various unruly daughters, and choked to ask: "do the same mother, why do you meet the rose, I met a thorn?" The old man thought for a moment, gentle response: "when you were four years old with fire, almost burned down the whole family; at the age of five hidden in the roof to sleep, let the family cry for a night; at the age of seven or eight, refused to listen to any advice……" Holding the phone, my forehead and cheeks, have a fever, slow without words. The mother said, "thorn, is also part of the rose." Then, if the mother saw the garden of thorns, rose is just a piece of thorns. Originally, only to find the eye, get the rose powder; a wise, to smell the fragrance of the rose. The red rose thorn – the dance I began to learn like a mother, look at those "in a calm mood". Under the rain, her daughter up specifically on not set foot on the puddles, narrow teeth, hug the tree covered with Suyu. In a twinkling, wet white shoes, dirty red skirt, loose pigtail. See I don’t scold, little friend was surprised: "but to go home again afterwards? However, we must not stand to watch cartoons?" I shook my head, she hugged me and screamed and laughed. The air after the rain, sweet like sugar, such as red rose so beautiful daughter. Eat fast food, as much as she can, the cola, ice cream, French fries, hamburger, stir into a ball, and eat with relish. Are horrified, she suddenly put the spoon to my lips. In the face of the complex color terrible food, I tried to refuse, she insisted on advice. Just as I was when, mobile phone rings suddenly sounded. I jumped into the window, had a long chat with the strange salesman, until the cup bottom I caught a glimpse of her daughter, only to a snicker. At this point, I think you succeed in this painting相关的主题文章: