Reading "The Man of Our Family", Wang Anyi wrote a lively little boy who was growing up through the pen of a ** family, and he desperately drank orange water, just to exchange empty water bottles for orange water to drink, not to drink water, but to enjoy the feeling of buying things. When I went to the nursery school at the age of two, I was calm and calm, and when I saw everyone crying, I remembered to cry, as if I wanted to participate in a ritual ......From time to time, all kinds of pictures aroused common memories of everyone, and the students couldn't hold back their desire to express themselves, and after class, they still gathered around me and scrambled to talk about their childhood memories: I was ...... in kindergarten
In fact, I also remembered a lot of the past, our little man, the first time he went to the kindergarten was quite calm, but later he would cry at the door, the reason was that he did not want to take a nap, the kindergarten had to take a nap every day, I didn't like it, and one day he went to the gate and cried, and after I comforted a few words, he said: "You help me wipe my tears, and then wipe it." "When I had wiped away his tears, he turned and went in. I remember it very well this time, and I think he finally wanted to be brave!
Another time was on the way home, and he said, "I'm not afraid to go to kindergarten anymore!" When I asked why, he said, "It's because I have some love that I'm starting to connect with!" In the past, my love was connected to my parents, grandparents, and aunts, but now there are some children! ”
He is like this, he will take the initiative to tell me some things on the road every day, and for a while he will go to ** after he dies every day. I said, "When people die, some go to heaven and some go to hell." He said, "How can we go to heaven?" I said, "If you get a lot of love, you can go to heaven." ”
Do I get enough love? ”
Of course that's enough, because there are so many people who love you! There are parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts, ......”
And the aunt! He never forgot his aunt, and his favorite is still his aunt.
Two days later he started asking the same question again.
If you still have grandma, won't I be able to see them after they die? ”
Yes, you'll meet again when you're old enough to go to heaven. ”
But I don't want you to die! He began to cry again.
Now he is an eight-year-old boy, and he rarely talks to us about school anymore, and he doesn't talk about his thoughts anymore, and the little boy who used to be lively has begun to stay .........This kind of growing up made me very disappointed:
I haven't grown up yet, and I've already begun to miss the tender, childish, and manly ......... I used to be