My son grew up day by day, from the time he was born, he only needed a slipper from his father, and now he is one head taller than me, from a gentle and fragrant little man in my arms to a little man who can casually carry back a bag of rice. He grows bigger day by day, while my husband and I get older day by day. The wrinkles on his face can't be pasted off by any mask, and there are indelible signs of aging everywhere on his body. Although the years are not old yet, I am like a willow branch in April, showing a bud. The most obvious and terrible trace of aging is that memory seems to be slowly declining. I often go from the kitchen to the study to get recipes, but I can't remember when I pass by the living room and drink a mouthful of water to go to the study. Then I went back to the kitchen and looked at the vegetables and recalled them. In the elevator, the face I have known for many years suddenly can't remember the last name, so I can only giggle awkwardly.

The eventful years that came step by step in those years gradually turned into a yellowed old photo, and the original fresh and bright eyes could not be restored day by day. I'm really a little scared to think that the memory that won't fade for thousands of years in my life is gradually blurred.

My son is very old. He has gone to college and won't be back for two holidays. I am no longer busy worrying about his three meals a day, eating and drinking Lazar, getting angry about his exams and quizzes, and racking my brains for which tutor is good. Life suddenly went blank, thinking went blank. This little man may not have much time to accompany us in the future. In front of the aging brain, I suddenly miss the three of us before.

I suddenly want to find a string to string it together. When I am old, I will sit in the sun with my husband in a leisurely afternoon, or when my little grandson babbles, and then take out this string of pearls strung together in the past and count them one by one, laughing at the little people and looking for traces of my father. Isn't this a very poetic thing?

One: pregnant women under siege

I've been married for four months, and I haven't recovered from the sweetness of the wedding. Suddenly found himself pregnant. What should I do? What shall we do? Standing on the road in front of the hospital, I didn't feel overjoyed. Instead, I ignored the crowds coming and going, ignored my husband's anxious persuasion, and suddenly burst into tears rudely. This is more like a surprise than a shock. This marriage is hard-won, and it has broken through 18 kinds of resistance to get to today. It seems that the world of two people has just begun. I got pregnant before I felt the sweetness of the wedding.

The core reason for being hit by hail comes from stress and fear: my husband has just lost his job and his working relationship is still in his hometown. Because of my brother, I took a temporary unpaid leave. Can I transfer or talk? In other words, both of them are unemployed for the time being, and the wedding room bought by her mother-in-law has not yet come out. At present, I am borrowing someone else's house, and there are more places than chicken feathers. Ah ... in a word: life is now, and everything is inconclusive except love. At this time, a child suddenly came. How can life continue? I was really shocked.

Suddenly, I seem to have grown up for ten years. I suddenly found that the pace of life is changing too fast, which makes people unprepared and too late to take a closer look. I am totally unprepared for my children and my mother. More importantly, I'm scared. What should I do? I still have some beautiful new skirts to wear, my shawl hair has just been left, and my ups and downs of love have just settled down. When I think of my sister-in-law's slender waist after giving birth to her nephew, and the sight of her nephew crying all night for no reason a few months ago, my mind is full of images of her mother with a thick waist and unkempt hair. Am I going to become such an image soon? This is definitely not the life I want. These pictures rolled in my mind, and I shuddered. I'm really at a loss except for tears.

"Why not ... let's not have this baby yet," after dinner, we went out for a walk to discuss with our husband.

"Not good, I heard that if the first child flows away, it is easy to form a habitual abortion in the future."

"But our current situation is really under siege. Is this suitable for raising children? No place to live! "

"It will be fine ..."

Two distressed people looked at the flashing lights on the road. There is no joy of the arrival of a new life, and there is no peace of the past. Some people are as scared, uneasy and helpless as mountains. Seeing my insistence, my husband was at a loss. He called his mother-in-law, who is a doctor. She calmly asked us to go back first. We don't know.