Flowing water

...turning on the familiar photo album, this is the growing diary. From birth to the present, until the last page, the familiar face makes my heart tremble, my heart sways, and I remember the past. Beautiful. At that time, I was still not sensible, and I was very curious about all these new things. I still remember that time... I used to eat fish in my home, and my mother always picked out the meat from the fish. Give it to me. At that time, I will always wonder why my mother always let me eat the meat on the fish belly to eat the rest. Is it hard to eat the meat on the fish belly, do you want to swallow it yourself? So I waited for the next time to eat fish with all kinds of doubts. Finally, I waited until this day, the fish was brought to the table, and my mother went to other dishes. It was really helping me. I hurriedly brought the fish to me. Going in the room, I added a bit of meat on the fishtail and tasted it. This is too bad! There was little and no smell. When I was ready to go back, I found that my mother was standing behind me. I was shocked and shyly lowered my head. "How is the taste of the fish?" Mom smiled at me. Say. I looked up at my mother with a smile and said: "Mom, the fish is hard to eat. How can you eat it?" Mom looked at me with a loving look. "This fish is delicious, no matter which part." This is the case, I will understand when you grow up." I looked at my mother with a questioning look and nodded slightly. At that time, I was still young and still not sensible. It was a young and awkward young man. The memories of the greenery accompanied me with the sweet taste. Now I understand, that is the mother, your love for me, the thick Love is miserable in the fish that have different tastes. Think about it carefully, too, my mother loves me... Spring, my mother is accompanying me on a hike; in summer, my mother carefully chooses a piece of cool, seedless watermelon; in the fall, my mother is accompanying me in the fiery maple forest. In the winter, my mother cooked a cup of warm milk for me. These are the love that moms have made to me in my life. With the rush of time, my mother is old, the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes are more obvious, your hair is no longer as black as before, in which hair is also mixed with a few white hair, your The back is no longer as tall as it used to be. These are what you produced for me! Look at your previous photos. Compared with the present, you broke my heart for me, not as beautiful as before. Mom, don't worry, my daughter has grown up, will repay you well, will not let you suffer from the storm, do not let you be so tired, I want to say to you here: Mom, thank you.

The second day: Chen Yuanyuan