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我想告诉孩子们,爱是生命永恒的温暖和延续。2010年的春天,当春风吹绿第一簇柳芽的时候,我的女儿咚咚来到这个世界上。那天是4月6日,我77岁的外婆专程从几近500公里外的城市赶来,在我被推出产房时第一个笑着竖起大拇指,对我说:“乖乖,你真棒!”其实在那时,凭良心说,我尚未对这个刚从肚子里钻出来的胖团子产生多么强烈的感情。相比而言,那声“宝宝”里的温情与依恋,都属于我的外婆——在我30岁的生命中,她始终都在。
I want to tell my children that love is the eternal warmth and continuity of life. In the spring of 2010, when the spring wind blows the first cluster of willow buds, my daughter pummeled into this world. That day is April 6, my 77-year-old grandmother made a special trip from nearly 500 kilometers away from the city, when I was first introduced into the delivery room with a thumbs-up smile, said to me: “obediently you really In fact, at that moment, conscientiously, I had not yet felt any strong feelings about the fat dug that I just got out of my stomach. In contrast, the warmth and attachment in the sound of ”Baby" belonged to my grandmother - she was always in my 30s.