Eternal Light

Cotton rain stopped. Hiding the sun for three days, the sun is soft and bright, everything faces east and sings and worships. The sky is blue, as pure as the face of a newborn baby. The breeze did not slow down. A flower was half shy and hid among the grass, or looked around with leaves and cheeks, suddenly swinging its body and lying behind the grass, with black flowers and white ones, the little butterfly with gray flowers caught up the mystery. The pure and soft weather is the most wild for children. Throwing off the bondage, they chitched and chased, like a group of sparrows just out of the nest. Curious earthworms bursted out of the soil, breathing insects, insects. Among them, there was a boy of three or four years old who picked up the earthworm with a small stick and stretched it in front of a little girl of the same age. His expression was naughty, and he scared the little girl: The worm bit you. The little girl exclaimed: Mom, look, he bit me with insects. Not far away, a group of young mothers were chatting. Seeing this scene, the young mothers snickered and corrected that they were not worms, but earthworms and did not bite people. My mother said earthworms don’t bite people. Little girl happy. Just looking at the earthworm on the little boy’s stick, I dare not play. Is there chocolate in it? Little boy asked little girl. No chocolate, no jelly. Little girl said. Why is there no chocolate? My mother said the jelly is delicious, I have eaten it. The little boy and the little girl squatted under the dog hole and looked at the dog hole to guess what delicious food was hidden inside. From the eavesdropping conversation, I guessed that these two little guys had eaten these snacks yesterday and the day before yesterday. The mood of a child is just like the climate on June, which changes as you say. The little girl had no reason, tears flowed in her eyes, pouting her mother’s feet, which made her temper. Her mother picked her up with a soft voice. The little girl cried and said nothing. Her mother kissed her forehead patiently, trying to find out her inner activities. I was also curious about the little girl’s tears for no reason. What on earth did she ask? From her mother. I guess whether the topic just now aroused her eagerness and recalled the delicious taste of jelly in the city of her memory. From the following situation, I know I guessed wrong. Young mother, her maternal love is very pure. Her soft and soft tone scolded the snacks that the little girl liked to eat, including the name of jelly. The little girl just fell on her mother’s shoulder and was not interested. Mom is still happy: Sister, look, birds are flying in the sky. It is asking sister why you are unhappy. The little girl raised her head and looked at the flying birds in the sky. Tears were still flowing, and peace appeared on her face. The flowers on the tree are very beautiful. My mother picked them for my sister to wear. Does she want them? Her mother helped her wipe away her tears, pointing at a boy of seven or eight years old in the distance, and said, “Sister, look, that brother is not obedient to play glass, and his brother is naughty to play glass to cut his hand, if you cut your hand, it will hurt and bleed. I will tell his mother and brother that they are naughty to play glass. My sister is the most obedient, my sister listens to my mother most, and my sister doesn’t play with glass. The little girl looked at the glass in the boy’s hands in the distance, and said with a immature voice: My sister doesn’t play with glass, but it hurts to play with glass. Mother held the little girl in her arms to the front of a pool of water left after the rain, squatted down, pointed at the reflection in the water, and said: this is my sister, this is my mother, sister, you see how beautiful you are. The little girl looked at the reflection in the water and stirred the water surface with her hands. Maybe the rippling water lines smashed the reflection in the water. The little girl looked at the water seriously. The rippling reflection gradually became clear. My mother pointed at the water and said, “Oh, Sister, look, sister is out again. Looking at the water, the little girl suddenly turned around and put her mother’s neck on her shoulder, eating and laughing. Seeing this picture, my heart trembled at a warm moment. All of a sudden, I seemed to understand a little bit, the secret of a child’s temper. This is the result of nature. Children have no reason to get their temper, which is to ask their mother for the experience of life and the way of nature that they feel. And the most sincere love of human nature! Smile starts from my heart, and from the little girl, I can see my shadow in those years. The shadow painting reappeared. My mother walked on the splendid land with me in her arms, whispering to me about the changes of four seasons, the transformation of flowers, plants, insects and pupae, how they came into being and how they withered. I think, whose childhood was not immersed in deep maternal love? I also thought that the Enlightenment we first received was opened by my mother, whispering the truth, goodness and beauty in the world. The Dawn generated by a nation comes from the broadness of maternal love! Maybe, maybe, when we were sixty years old, we made a pot of tea on a sunny afternoon and combed the memory fragments lying in mother’s arms, when we were full of happiness! 2012.4.28 Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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