A child in a blue cotton-padded jacket

A child in a blue cotton-padded jacket

The lover wrote an ugly hand and piled it up like hay. Once, I showed it to my son. "Look at this word, son, and you will know how sad I am!" "My son took a look and said," All right, "and I said," I will put up with it for you, I will put up with it! "The son said quickly," Don't say it's for me, you say it's for yourself. " I said sadly, "son, you said it." Mom, I am sad, sad, sad. What is sadness? " "Sorrow and joy still exist." When the son finished, their father and son burst out laughing.

I took great pains to name my son. Fortunately, the three words are linked together, easy to remember and well written. On the basis of "three good", there is no homophonic meaning. Teachers and students praise this name from time to time from kindergarten to graduate school. When my son was in elementary school, a music teacher asked, "Hey, who gave you such a beautiful name?" The son said, "teacher, I just won't tell you." Guess? " In junior high school, a PE teacher asked, "Well, this name sounds strange. Who gave it to you? " My son said shyly that it was my mother, and the teacher said, "Your mother is really amazing." When I was in college, a classmate deliberately stopped my son and asked if it was really his name. When his son showed him his ID card, the other party totally believed him. I went to graduate school, and the teacher immediately said, "Good name!" .

At that time, I named my unborn son Chenxi. Although I am not satisfied, I can't think of anything else, so I am ready. One day when I went out, I learned that a new son next door, also called Chenxi, came home angrily, stepped on the table and made up his mind to give a good name again. After looking through dictionaries and reading notes for a few days, I saw a passage edited by a fashion magazine in my notebook. In electro-optic Shi Huo, I remembered that the editor had a nice nickname, so why didn't I use it? Besides, when the three words are put together, the meaning is excellent. I also thought, when the child grows up, he will also be an editor, so he won't have to use a pseudonym, just use this literary and beautiful real name. Who knows, in high school, my son chose science, and the university studied engineering. Fortunately, his writing style is good, and he still has some connection with literature. Times have changed, now the editor has declined, science and engineering have been promoted to upstart, and my son has taken a step forward with the times.

I told my son more than once that I just gave you this name, and I quietly shouted in private to see if it sounded good. I have also written these three words on paper many times to see whether the strokes look good and whether they are evenly matched. I fantasize about you growing up countless times. On Jingjing's university campus, a girl in a white skirt calls you to class downstairs. What a beautiful scenery, how romantic! You know, the heroines in the youth novels I read at that time were all wearing white skirts and ponytails. The heroines were all very talented, with melancholy eyes and artistic temperament. Seeing that I was still talking, my son made a stop sign. Mom, mom, my good mom, stop. I've heard it n times. Say something new. I suddenly lost my breath and sat there drily, unable to think of a new topic for a long time.

Fortunately, my mother is the one who remembers whether to eat or not. While eating, I watched the music station. As soon as I saw the familiar singer, I told all the related anecdotes. The son nodded frequently, corrected or supplemented from time to time, but secretly changed channels. When I woke up, my father and son smiled and said that I was 300 ducks. As I said before, women are equivalent to 500 ducks, and they love to make trouble and croak. I changed my station to the military, which happened to introduce the gun king AK-47, which is also of interest to me. After reading it, my son told me a lot of interesting stories about the military, which made me a literary lover make up for the military.

When my son was more than two years old, he casually sang a song "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors" to the newly sprouted willow. My surprise is no less than winning the grand prize. But my son is two and a half years old, and he goes to kindergarten. Every time he whines, other people's children will be fine in a month. The baby cried for nearly a year, which almost broke me down. I thought to myself that the child had no future in school.

Since the first grade of primary school, my son has a thin "Poetry Reader" every semester, and he has to recite one every night. My son cried and recited. He repeatedly warned me: "Mom, don't write too long, it's too difficult to recite." I hugged him lovingly and said, "Mom knows that she must write short and never long." Today, I always remember my son's warning that I can be as short as possible and as sharp as possible. Unfortunately, my clumsy composition has never been recited by primary school students.

After the third grade of primary school, my son became the director of health. Every time he cleans the house, he takes the glass cleaner home. When he got home, his face was covered with dust. Junior high school is also a "middle-level cadre", and then he became a sports guard in senior high school for three years. Well, I've worked out at the grassroots level. My son likes textbooks very much. He carefully packaged the new book he sent. He carefully spread out all the books with corners. So all the textbooks he used are 70% to 80% new. Colleagues who come to borrow books from children say that textbooks are like books read by a little girl.

My son is obsessed with reciting poems, but he likes listening to fairy tales since he was a child. As long as I have time, I will read it to him every night. Sometimes when I look really tired, I deliberately delete a few paragraphs. The problem is that as long as he hears it once, he will hear it, so I must continue. After junior high school, children don't want to listen. However, as long as it is a rest day or a holiday, I will read the good space I have encountered to my children and accumulate it. My son also "read" many beautiful articles with me. When I was in college, my son asked me several times and said that there was an article called "Children in Blue Cotton Jackets", which was well written and I wanted to listen to it again, but I just couldn't remember it, and Baidu couldn't find it. I told my children that as long as mom reads it to you, it must be good.

On the eighth day of the first month of this year, I saw my son was bored, so I actively recommended Barguet to him? Vilen's Looking for Bargay, I have mentioned it to my children many times before. After reading this humorous article, our mother and son laughed enough. My son talked about the article about a child wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket. I tried to find it again and found a child wearing Yuan Jinmei's blue cotton trousers. When I read "There is a child in blue cotton trousers stamping his feet in the snow. The child is wearing a white sweater instead of a cotton-padded jacket. Blue cotton trousers are suspenders and are proudly hung by two big red buttons. " The son shouted, "This is it! This is it! " Hehe, that's an inspirational article. The boy who grew up in this article is excellent. Of course, his mother is excellent. After reading it, I asked my child that your mother had read many good articles for you since you were a child. Is it a little impressive? Think it's worth some money? My son nodded hard, and I was secretly happy.

That year, my son was in the third grade of elementary school, and I went to have a parent-teacher meeting. The head teacher quoted a famous saying to the effect that after 20 years, there is still dust under your sofa. After 20 years, when your children grow up, you should educate them in time. This sentence makes me deeply touched, so I will find out what is missing and make up for it, and try my best to spend time and patience with my children. Later, I talked to my son about it, and my son also told me that he went to a lecture when he was a freshman. A professor said that your four years of study now will determine your life in the next 40 years. This sentence touched my son very much, so I tried my best to get back to shore. After being advised to eat enough, our mother and son listened to the teacher and studied hard every day.

"At that time, all my expectations for him suddenly became very simple, but happiness, health and friendship." Yes, I have the same expectation for my son wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket and blue cotton trousers.