I think not? Since the children abroad to study since, my mind, and eyes to see, the mouth that are a child. Or online video, or watching a child\'s childhood photos, like a small child, baby things, there are now in school. Nothing like other things to bear in mind. Even in the face what is unpleasant to think of lovely children, also do not care about the. What is not fair even in the face to see if the child\'s video and personal space, also do not much thought of.
colleagues is a beautiful little girl, recently Chuge into a gift, but also steeped in the whirlpool of happiness, she did not know what it\'s like a mother, but also could not understand a mother\'s feelings, even thousands of miles apart can not understand her daughter, away thoughts and worried about. One day when she was trapped in a \"vicious circle\", she will understand a mother\'s involuntary and can not help. However, it is time for a long time for a long time after the matter anymore.
young, nice. It could be countered so many things, there is no need to go to understand the feelings of others. Eyes red, heart, flowers, sweet enough to lead an easy life, as well as backpack turned the chic, with a door to leave happy, are constantly exudes Ganzhe Lin atmosphere. From a little girl who do not understand things into a small Yasuo Li Jia\'s wife, the kind of growth, the kind of maturity, are reminiscent of \"The Book of Songs\" in the sentence.
person\'s life, youth and the most beautiful. Of my youth, as if reading the knew the away. No wonder Xi Murong said: \"The youth, is a book too hasty.\" If you can start over, I would not be present this look like? Not.
time, such as a river crossing in every life, people have gone through the deep Retention shallow imprint. Just that, The Hills across, separated separated fog cloud, the vague and remote, and obscure, and some incorporated into the poetry, cemented in painting and set-piece in memory of the moments where, and some have been a heavy weight of a stack of a stack of light rain curtain blocking lan was looming indistinct, people see clearly is also not to remember. Remain in the bottom of my heart, only love, only poetry, only a dream ... ...
Small colleague said: \"coke teacher, when the department let\'s go to sing together?\" Just this air of festivity sentence, you can feel her sweet, her happiness and joy.
I said: \"Yes.\"
held her hand, to wish to pass to her, just as she saw my child\'s college admission notice tightly holding my hand, and I share the same joy.
“焦老师，你好像陷入一个怪圈，一个为孩子写作的怪圈。”小同事看到我的稿子说。
我想想，可不是吗？自从孩子出国留学以后，我的心里想的，眼里看的，嘴里说的都是孩子。或者网上视频，或者看孩子小时候的照片，想小宝贝小时候的事情，还有现在在学校的情况。好像其他没有什么事情可以挂在心上。即使遇到什么不痛快，想想可爱的孩子，也就不去计较了。即使遇到什么不公平，看看孩子的视频和个人空间，也就不去想那么多了。
小同事是个漂亮的小姑娘，最近刚刚出阁成大礼，还沉静在幸福的漩涡里，她不知道做妈妈是什么感觉，还无法体会到做妈妈的心情，更无法理解母女相隔万里之遥的思念和牵挂。有一天当她也陷入“怪圈”的时候，她才会明白一个做妈妈的不由自主和情不自禁。不过，那该是好久好久以后的事情了。
年轻，真好。可以不去考虑那么多的事情，也不必非去懂得别人的心情。眼前红色，心底花开，足够甜蜜的小日子，还有背包转身的潇洒，带门离去的快乐，都时时散发着甘蔗林的气息。从一个不谙世事的小丫头变成安夫理家的小媳妇，那种成长，那种成熟，都使人想起《诗经》中的句子。
人的一生，青春最美。我的青春，好像在看书中不知不觉就溜走了。难怪席慕容说：“青春，是一本太仓促的书。”如果可以重新来过，我会不会是现在这个样子呢？不会的。
时光如一条河，在每个生命的渡口都留着人们走过的深深浅浅的印记。只是，隔山隔海，隔云隔雾后，渺远了，朦胧了，有的化入诗，凝成画，定格在记忆的瞬间里，也有的被一重一重的岚光和一叠一叠雨幕遮挡得若隐若现似有似无，让人看不清楚也想不起来。留在心底的只有爱，只有诗，只有梦了……
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小同事说：“焦老师，什么时候咱们部门的人一起去唱歌？”仅这喜气气一句话，就可以感受到她的甜蜜，她的幸福和快乐。
我说：“好的。”
拉着她的手，把祝福传递给她，就像当初她看到我孩子的大学录取通知书时紧紧拉着我的手，和我一起分享快乐一样。