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The path paved with bricks is slightly rugged compared with the flat one made of cement; On both sides of the path are some farm vegetables, green and shining; Outside the door, a cluster of flowers opened brightly, attracting many butterflies and dragonflies to dance lightly.
This is a small town where lovers have lived since childhood; This small courtyard is far away from the noisy downtown. It is as quiet as the night in the countryside. Only insects or frogs can be heard. When you get out of the yard, it is the dam. When you get on the dam, you can see the tributary of the Songhua River. The White River water flows briskly under the blue sky and white clouds, accompanied by green grass and trees. Occasionally, you stand by the river and look at the distance freely, The hills on the other side of the river are picturesque.
This small courtyard, day and night, because of the mountain and water, the air is surprisingly fresh.
My lover invited a month's holiday and brought our mother and son back here; At this time, the sky is blue and the wind is soft. We spread blankets outside the hospital, sat barefoot on it, accepted the warm touch of the sun, and fulfilled a complete happiness in our heart. In the shade of the tree, there is no luxuriant grass. We have worked hard all our life. We always have to stop our busy steps and experience our time quietly.
Not far away, the six-year-old son was happily chasing the butterfly, and his little figure ran around.
We looked quietly and said nothing. We saw a fortress of love where the light gathered.
Suddenly, there was a jingle of laughter like a bell, clucking and thumping. My son's calf kicked forward and ran back like a pony. After a few steps, he ran to us, 'mom and Dad, I caught it, I caught it.'
A small yellow butterfly was tightly clamped between the tips of his son's two fingers. The little butterfly struggled, and his head shook from side to side in panic. His posture seemed so helpless. Before he had time to study carefully, his son's little finger suddenly loosened, and the little butterfly regained its freedom. After only a little hesitation for a second, he waved his beautiful wings and flew higher and higher;
Looking at his son in surprise, 'it's not easy to catch it. Why let it go?'
The son's little face was a little red, 'I just want to see what it looks like. If I don't let it go, its mother will miss it.'
My eyes are slowly moist. In those clear eyes, I see full love, full sincerity and full brilliance of life. For a six-year-old child, his heart is full of beautiful fantasies. There can be beautiful fireworks and prosperity all the way. How can I protect this little heart and how can I watch him grow?
The little butterfly that was released is still hovering around and dancing. Facing us, there is no fear and no escape.
A wisp of wind blew gently, stopped on his son's forehead, sent a touch of cool, wiped away the sweat shed when he ran, couldn't bear to talk, and let the smile in his eyes condense into the brightest star.
Happiness flows like wind and water in time,
Happiness is like the wind, singing in the quiet of the years.
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When I was a child, my family was poor but harmonious;
The parents worked hard, so the brothers and sisters divided the work and did some housework within their power; Some people were stacked and swept, some washed dishes and vegetables, some poured water and added coal, and the small house and yard were clean.
A family, more happy, less trouble; His father is kind in Yan Zhong, and his mother and neighbors are exquisite in all aspects.
At night, several small stools, a study table and four heads gathered together to do their own homework. There were no snacks and fruits, but they studied with the same heart. Although such hard days left quietly, the memories were still so clear.
On New Year's Eve, a family of six people were divided into two groups to play cards; Winning or losing is nothing but laughter and whispering complaints.
The happy decline of time, gradually growing up, we have become parents, and our parents have white temples and vicissitudes of life.
There was an autumn when I picked up fallen leaves for warmth,
There was a summer when a family did rough work to make money,
There was a winter night when two sisters slept together to keep warm,
There has been a warm spring when the wind blows gently and melts winter snow. Time never stops. The sun urges the moon, the month urges the year, and the year piles up the years;
Even if you eat plain food, even if you wear old clothes and old coats;
Even if the spring wind is wrapped in snow, the summer rain is hot;
Even if the autumn wind is slightly cool and the winter snow is flying;
In such days, the hard work is both hands, but the heart is rarely tired. The whole family never leaves and loves each other.
When I grow up, I go far. My heart depends on my childhood and my mother's arms. I don't want to leave.
With our parents, we will always be children, offline with the years, invisible with the old, singing proudly for our parents in our once smiling face.