Last night, when my son was playing with other children, he accidentally fell, and a hole in his eyebrow was broken, and he shed a lot of blood. Watching him cry and hold him, it was very uncomfortable, not worried about whether he would leave scars on his face in the future, but to blame himself for this time, he should lie down on the bed with his parents and rest. I subconsciously sent a picture of my son's injury to my ex-wife, asking her to call his grandmother to comfort him, and as a result, my own bad bad emotions were not well controlled, affecting myself for one night.
Oh, yes! I have not yet completely come out, although I have admitted the fact of divorce, but sometimes, whenever the traditional backward ideas are deeply rooted in my brain, I still can't believe that the ex-wife I know can be such a chaotic person, if there is a potion that can forget the memory, I will not hesitate to drink. Of course, the ex-wife does not have the so-called red apricot out of the wall of the dog blood plot, I must admit that I am not a good bird.
Aren't people always growing? Even the white-haired old man, as long as it does not involve life and death, should have the opportunity to be reborn, but not many people will be willing to wait, including the one who once wanted to fight with you, once you get serious, you really lose, you should be alone and silently change the burden.
I remember spending last year's Spring Festival in a hotel in Macau, and a man, on a misty window glass, wrote a godless scratch, "Where is my year?" Looking at the empty road, the cars in pairs of threes and threes drove slowly into the distance.
This year, the spring rain has been raining until the fourth day of the New Year, and the weather is exceptionally cold, but it is good to bring enough clothes to keep warm when I return to my hometown. The Spring Festival in the hometown is pasted by the sister-in-law, the meals at home are basically busy with the brother, and the health of the hometown is also arranged by the parents and the sister-in-law. As for me, tired, leaning back on the bed, or accompanying my son and the two of them in the living room, I watched TV, he played with the iPad, and he was also very happy.
This Spring Festival, silent and silent, passed quickly and quickly, so fast that even my lantern did not have time to hang, I felt that the New Year was over. Unlike many years ago, after lunch or a shower in the evening, I thought about going to find friends for activities. This year is very well-behaved, such a big house, on the two of us father and son to occupy, but also broke the record of sleeping with my son. The moment my son turned off the lights and asked me to put my arms around him, I felt like a good father.
Perhaps, life should have regrets, including this year. In my hometown, there is a beautiful river, when I was very young, there was no road, every time the town street day or far away, I had to take a boat, along the river to the downstream for a long time, in order to go out of the country, the river on both sides, picturesque. Since the dam was built upstream, the sand digging boat dug up the sand in the river, and the river became wide and deep, so people with ideas started yachts and bamboo rafts themselves, making a living and entertaining themselves. It just so happened that the brother of a classmate also built a boat iron boat in order to subsidize the family, originally a few classmates encouraged him to take it to the river to walk a few laps, but these days it is either raining or his brother wants to go out of the river to fish, which has become the first regret this year, however, I did not feel lost.
After the hustle and bustle, everything returns to plainness, but it is found that those so-called bustles have nothing to do with themselves, only with the people they have to care about and care for themselves, aren't they?
When you grow up, do you still have that childhood year? After waking up, is home still that home?