Jiuzhou Fangwen Due to the epidemic, my son and I have not seen each other for more than a year since we separated during the Spring Festival last year.

This midsummer Saturday, full of greenery and lush greenery, is my son’s birthday. It’s a special day that I was originally looking forward to, but now I’m helpless, but it’s worth celebrating.

Unfortunately, we are currently affected by the epidemic and cannot get together thousands of miles apart. We can only write down every bit of my son's growth through words and send my blessings as a mother in the cloud.

Thirty years ago, our son came to us. He was the boy that our grandfather had longed for and was passed down from generation to generation.

If his father is like "a seedling on thirty acres of land", in my grandfather's eyes, my son is as valuable as "a seedling on three hundred acres of land".

From an early age, my son would smile sweetly to everyone who showed kindness to him, and he would never lose his temper or cry endlessly because of the slightest discomfort.

Young sons are the biggest motivation for parents to work hard, and they are also the best comfort for parents when they are exhausted.

A son's tender smile can heal all the pain his parents have encountered in life. Traveling on holidays is a happy time for the whole family.

On the grass or by the sea, the smile of a son is the best reward for parents.

A son is not only the crystallization of parents’ love, but also the most beautiful ray of light in our lives.

As he grows older, his cheerful, lively and generous son is very popular and loved.

I once watched my young son smiling and interacting with people of different ages with ease, and I couldn't help but sigh: "This child ranges from an eighty-year-old man to a two-year-old baby. As long as he can talk, he can

Able to make friends with people.” Because of his friendliness and willingness to communicate with people, he once received an unexpected ticket coupon from a local at the gate of Legoland Park in California.

This not only saved us more than a hundred dollars, but also made me more certain of my son's outstanding social skills.

When my son was nine years old, I took him to North America on the other side of the Pacific and began his overseas study life that lasted for more than ten years.

From elementary school to graduation from high school, mother and son have been dependent on each other for more than nine years. Every day when dad comes home is a holiday in our family.

My son, a warm little man, said to me firmly when his father was not at home: "Mom, it doesn't matter that dad is not at home. There is still me. I am also a man." From then on, my son's immature shoulders really began to shoulder the responsibility.

Part of the "manly" responsibility.

When I go to the supermarket to buy groceries, as long as my son is with me, I am not allowed to lift any heavy objects.

When I travel, my son always takes the initiative to help me carry my backpack. He is a "young backpacker".

The most unforgettable thing was one year when Vancouver's garbage workers went on strike. During the hot summer, the backyard trash cans were filled to the brim with garbage for several weeks.

Fortunately, my cousin offered to help take it away and deal with it.

While waiting for the garbage truck to be towed, my son would not let me interfere and was sorting out the already stinking garbage cans in the backyard.

I stood in front of the window and watched my son hold his breath and quickly put the small bags of garbage in the trash can into the huge black plastic bag.

After a while, the son rushed into the house, faced the room, took a few deep breaths, and then returned to the backyard to continue working. He repeated the cycle several times and finally finished.

After my son rinsed the trash can and then let me walk into the backyard, I still felt that the stench lingering in the air was unbearable.

You can imagine the level of stench that my son encountered during the tidying up process.

From learning to play the flute from scratch to leading the high school band, my son unintentionally showed some talent in music.

He was a starter on the school basketball team from elementary school to middle school, and was a member of the 4X100-meter relay. He once won the Vancouver city championship, which further proved his son's ability in sports.

Professionals who study kinesiology have specifically pointed out that his son has excellent movement coordination.

On the cruise ship, my son naturally formed a team with young people of different ethnic groups and ages, and agreed to play basketball and football every day.

In just a few days of vacation in the Maldives, my son passed the deep-sea diving assessment.

The figure of organizing her own utensils, carrying an oxygen bottle on her back, and tying a weight-increasing iron knot around her waist, walking step by step into the sea remains deeply in the old mother's memory.

My son has loved reading since he was a child. He has a wide range of reading skills and his reading speed is also very fast.

From the time he learned to read, bookstores and libraries were places where his son could stay quietly for long periods of time.

Whenever he travels, his son always brings a few books with him in his luggage.

I remember that when I was in middle school, the new book "Harry Potter" was published, and my son actually read the entire English version of more than 700 pages in one day and one night.

I don't quite believe that my son's reading speed has reached such a level. I think he might have just turned over the pages in a hurry.

My son asked me to test him. I randomly turned to a certain page and asked about the content. My son was able to describe the details completely.

After asking several different questions on different pages, my son was very confident and answered fluently. I had to admit that my son had indeed read the entire book carefully.

In addition to completing his normal studies, his son also actively participates in various social activities.

When he graduated from high school, he had done more volunteer hours than he needed to graduate.

I remember when I was in middle school, my son and his friends from several middle schools in Vancouver’s West End joined forces to raise money for the Vancouver Association for the Blind through a charity sale of bubble milk tea during recess.

At that time, my son was responsible for keeping the charity money and carefully counting and keeping accounts after school every day.