Also when the peach blossoms are open

The spring girl descended on the earth, and the spring flower just took away a hint of chill, and the peach blossoms rushed to the branches.

Parents came together during the open season of peach blossoms; and I fell to the ground in the years when the peach blossoms bloomed.

Because of this fate, our family has to watch peach blossoms every year. It was a happy day that the gods would envy. I am playing hide and seek with my parents under the peach trees, singing, telling stories... Ah! That is also strong, that is also thick!

As I grew older, I gradually discovered that the number of viewing peach blossoms was less than a year. Whenever I spoke, I said to my parents, "Peach blossoms are open, let's see!" Dad always waved impatiently and said, "Go with my mother!" Then I went to see it thicker than the bricks. book of.

Without a dad to go together, it is like a dish of delicious food is not added. My mother and I came to the old tree full of blossoming peach blossoms. The scenes of the past game are vivid, and the giggling laughter still lingers in my ears, but now... On my way, my mother and I walked silently. I feel so depressed.

From then on, I will not mention the peach blossoms, but the vases in my home are always inserted with a cluster of eye-catching peaches.

It was a gloomy Friday, and I don’t know why, I always felt an inexplicable fear in my heart. I stepped up and rushed to the house. strange? The room was surprisingly quiet, and the mother’s sobbing was faintly passed. Curiosity drove me to involuntarily retract the hand that was ready to open the door and listened quietly outside the door. "What are you going to do?" Dad said. "The child is still young. If you leave now, the child will not be able to stand it." It was the mother's hoarse and powerless voice. "I don't want anything, the child belongs to me!" Hearing, Dad made up his mind. "The child belongs to me, I don't want anything!" Mom is also anxious.

"I am the father of the child, I have custody." "The child is born to me, I also have custody!" "Should be mine!" "Give me!" "Dangdang!" A crisp and helpless voice straightens My eardrum is a vase! I covered my ears and slammed into the house. What kind of scene is that: the book in the house is flying all over the place, a mess, the face of Dad’s iron blue and the pale face of his mother are very surprised to face me. The peach blossom has no previous charming figure, in a faint light. Under the illumination, it shows a dark red. The three of us kept facing each other until Dad came over and held my shoulder with his rough hands and said softly: "Some things your child still doesn't understand." I nodded hard and whispered. I said, "Yes, I don't understand, I don't understand." Actually, I understand, I understand that Mom and Dad are defending this marriage that should have ended because I am not hurt. Why are they not divorced? ? Is the mind of an adult more difficult to understand than the factorization? Maybe I still don't fully understand...

Now, when I look at the peach blossom, my heart will be very unpleasant. I always put the petals of it in my hands and smash it. I don't know why I will do this, just think that I should!

When the peach blossoms are open, I sincerely wish my parents to break up quietly and peacefully! Behind you is still a cluster of colorful peaches...