On the seventh day after the closure of the residential area, I went downstairs to bask in the sun as usual, and looked at the closed door of the residential area. My mood was extremely depressed. The autumn wind was bleak, the leaves fell, and the afternoon sun was still warm, but the whole body was not covered, and my back was cold, and my left shoulder and right shoulder were cold. My eyes were blurred and my mind was wandering. I flew to my distant hometown for a while, and I went to the ancient city of Handan Wu' an for a while. Everything there can be well, and the relatives there can be well. A few people who avoided coming out to bask in the sun hid in a sunny place, and the five-star red flag on the eleventh floor opposite fluttered in the wind. Those volunteers stubbornly stuck to the position where there was no smoke, and the camping became stronger and stronger, and the residents of the community were isolated and helped each other at home. There is no fear of wind and rain in love, and there are big umbrellas and high walls.
On the morning of the eighth day, the sun squeezed out from the gap between the two buildings and hung high in the sky. In the quiet community, several tents quietly guarded the time. Suddenly, a girl wearing a red vest and a microphone came out, and suddenly, a young lang wearing a red vest with a disinfection gun walked through the aisle of the building. At times, they both wore white protective clothing and paper utensils in their hands, and hurried through the grass covered with yellow leaves. The faucet of the water spray rang and the water column rushed in all directions.
On September 27th of the lunar calendar, my son's birthday, send a micro-message wishing my son well and well. Sit at the window and think about it. It's dark, and it's raining in the afternoon, so the sun doesn't know where to hide. It has been raining for a long time. The yellow leaves blown by the autumn wind are fluttering, paving the paths along the residential area golden. Quietly nest back on the sofa, casually Bala TV remote control. Recalling my naughty childhood, I don't seem to have walked through the iron gate with bells on it many times when I went to and from school. I always stood on the high wall next door in the west like a cliff, and now I stepped into the small room with coal and firewood opposite my house. Jumping down with their schoolbags on their backs, the two red cocks flew to the branches of the hawthorn tree [snickering], but the old cat that was born that year was glued to his side. I worked hard for my life in a hurry in those years. What I remember most is that when I picked him up from work once in a small class in kindergarten, the one who kept crew cut, showed two ears, flashed two big eyes and rushed at me with a small hand and a certificate. I don't remember how he grew up in primary school for six years, but I kept what his grandfather said to the teacher every day and wrote it in a thick notebook. It's been kept for this kid to think about. I only remember that the handsome teenagers who got on the express bus and long-distance bus grew up again and again every weekend. The short meeting hasn't exerted much maternal love. He has already got on the long-distance bus on the weekend afternoon, carrying my heartache, leaving my vague sight and heading for the platform where his grandfather picks him up every time. I was busy in those years, remembering that he took a bath in the big eye well with his neighbor's little brother in the second day of junior high school, and was beaten black and blue by me. How did you know that I couldn't find you? I was so anxious to climb the tree and climb the wall for my mother. Just the night before that summer, an eleven-year-old boy Lang drowned in another big eye well, and his mother was so anxious that she was crazy. I heard that there is no hope of cure. My son, do you know that it hurts me to hit you that time? In those hurried years, my son changed from lush to handsome, wise and strong. Resolutely leave my hometown to study in a distant place. Three years of high school life and four years of college life, my son, you passed on certificates, certificates and excellent news, and also brought a gentle girl to your mother. In these years, my son, you have become the pillar of the country and the backbone of the family. Still kind-hearted, sunny, upright and strong. As for my mother, I only remember that you like to eat sauerkraut, baked cakes and cornmeal pancakes. I can't sleep until midnight, and my dreams are full of smiling when you eat these samples with relish.