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Inside the iron fence on Guangming Road, under a row of tall poplar trees, there was a row of rare but clean red brick houses. At the door of a room, my son wants to deliver water here. At that time, the sound of the city came from the street, bustling, unspeakable, vulgar and mysterious. What worries me is that my son is going to be all right, these medications delivered in different liquids. The figure of my son who was jumping just now, watching the Black Cat police chief in the TV for a few times in the room, but now he says one sentence after another: I am going to grow taller, and I can’t understand anything, I’m almost four years old? Why can’t I understand? I am four years old? Adults dare not look at it, but it is dangerous. Spiderman is changed by spiders. He sat under the tall poplar tree, on a chair made of steel welded, waving the left hand without needle tube, with a serious expression, as if there was no pain at all. Seeing that the liquid of the medicine dropped down at the last dropper, he urged me to pull out the injection. Hey, the suffering child. I was in a state of confusion and didn’t know what to do. My son had a low fever and kept wandering melancholy between 37 degrees and 38 degrees. He had been delivering water for nearly half a month and changed to three clinics, still wandering melancholy. Several doctors had no other ways. They asked the elder sisters of the unit, saying that when children were young, they always had low fever and could not find out the cause and effect, although they all survived well in the end. I have no choice but to worry about it. Gao Yang, who was in the Health Care Hospital after pulling out the needle tube, saw that the sunset in the distance had gradually fallen into the twilight; On the huge wall of the West, a corner of the gloomy twilight, a few Sunset clouds, like a weak child smearing light color casually, he told me that the secret which was hard to be known was hidden in the depth of the child’s handwriting and the colorful sunset glow. How to get inside the child’s body? And the child’s heart? So many mysteries? Melt Yourself into wisps, or crush into air to enter the profound field or space-time? But my son was also good at forgetting, which was tolerant and fearless. Not only did he forget the pain of acupuncture and the difficulty of delivering water, but also he soon forgot my reprimanding to him in anxiety, he didn’t care about me, and brought me a bowl of reddish brown mung bean tea: Dad, drink it! Words and deeds are like a clever and sensible teenager. I took it and said thank you, then drank it off. Rain irrigation parched. At dusk, when the depression eased slightly, outside the house, all kinds of noisy sounds were close to the tail. We could see that they were scattered on the ground one after another, and their ending; The sound of hearing their decay had begun to ring. The scaffold in the distance is still rising step by step day after day. You don’t have to stand up and look at it carefully or look up. When you raise your head, you will see its heroic posture with open arms; When you look down again, this potted plant at home has also grown up, as if in a flash, the blade is like a sword, the sword heart is lifted up, and the light is not bright but solid. Everything is rotting and growing. Just like my son, any illness and harassment could not stop his growth, including his nameless illness and reprimanding from even his father. Today is about to pass, the evening is coming; The brightness of childhood likes (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow of spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…