My son has just grown up

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 is a special day that I was originally looking forward to, but now I am helpless, but it is 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".

Since he was a child, his son has been able to respond with a sweet smile to everyone who shows kindness to him, and he has never lost his temper or cried 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 others, 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 by my side, 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 scratch learning to play the flute to leading the middle school senior 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 my 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, and walking into the sea step by step 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. I saw him carrying heavy coins in ziplock bags every day, and it was inconvenient to count and store them, so I offered to help him exchange them for large-denomination banknotes. Unexpectedly, my son rejected my suggestion very seriously. He said seriously: "This is the income from the charity sale. You can't touch it casually." I declared in a dumbfounded voice that I just wanted to help him make it easier to manage. I had no other intention.

When the son and his friends handed over the 4,000 Canadian dollars they had raised by selling cups of milk tea, each with a profit of less than one yuan, to the blind man in a solemn ceremony. As a representative of the association, I was quite proud of my son.

After the Wenchuan earthquake, my son and his friends once again launched a fund-raising activity for the disaster area. This time, a church was directly borrowed, and the children prepared some charity performances for the audience to donate on the spot. As the initiator, my son gave a very touching speech, which was bilingual in Chinese and English. This event received more than 2,000 Canadian dollars in donations.

My son once carried a 40-pound backpack and went camping in the deserted mountains with his teacher and friends. My son told me that for four days and three nights, he not only had to carry his luggage over mountains and ridges and march beside steep cliffs, but he also had to cook by himself and eat whatever he knew how to cook. Camping on a snowy mountain with no bathroom facilities, I didn't take a shower for three days, and I didn't dare to defecate in the open for four days. It felt quite embarrassing. However, their aim is to "leave only footprints and take away only photos" and not to interfere or damage the original appearance of nature at all.

My son once went with a team to an Aboriginal reservation in eastern Canada for research. When he came back, he not only wrote a well-received report, but also brought me a handmade dream catcher unique to Aboriginal people. I hope I have a severe sleep disorder and am able to sleep well every day.

When my son wanted to volunteer at a safe injection site and I was required to sign a liability release form, I really wanted to refuse to sign. Early that morning, after sending my son to the heavily guarded entrance of the injection house where drug addicts gathered outside on time, I was restless all day long. It wasn't until my son returned home safely that my anxious heart finally settled down. That short one-day experience gave my son and me a very deep memory.

Relatively speaking, universities in North America are lenient in admissions and strict in exiting. Many students were kicked out of school without mercy because they could not adapt. The freshman elimination rate is a surprising number. However, when his son was a freshman in college, he volunteered for a congressional campaign.

We who are far away in China have no idea how busy our son is. A friend called us from overseas and asked us why we didn’t have time to treat our son to a meal even though we wanted to. It wasn't until one day that our son stood on the side of a street with dozens of blocks in Vancouver and told us in an understatement: "I have visited all the shops on this street one by one." Only then did we roughly understand that our son wore suits and leather shoes every day. Go to class and volunteer after school. Sometimes we have to attend three fund-raising banquets on a Saturday, and they serve the whole process. In the end, it is just a box lunch to satisfy our hunger.

When he was a sophomore in college, his son passed various tests and joined a club with a long history. When he was a junior in college, his son launched the UBC branch of Global China Connect, and after graduating from college, he successfully prepared and held the GCC Beijing Summit WHEN EAST MEETS WEST in Beijing.

My son not only has various certificates such as swimming, junior lifeguard, flute, etc., but he can also ski, drive a sea motorboat, make cocktails, cook Chinese and Western cuisine, and make desserts. He has also obtained the Duke of Edinburgh Youth Leadership Award Planned silver medal. When my son crossed the sea alone to receive the medal in the provincial capital of Victoria, I thought it was a very ordinary thing. Later I learned that there were not many people in the province who had received silver medals at that time.

What I am most proud of is that after living overseas for many years, all education was basically completed in an English environment, but my son has maintained a good level of Chinese. At that time, without the support of the external environment, if my son slacked off, I would just follow the trend. It would be relatively easy for my son to give up Chinese.

When my son was in college, I accidentally saw a few essays written by him in Chinese. I was really surprised and happy. I didn’t expect that my son, who came to North America in the fourth grade of elementary school, could write such a fluent essay in Chinese. I feel proud and proud. I would like to repost two essays my son wrote when Steve Jobs passed away ten years ago and when he was about to turn 21.

Reposting my son’s Chinese diary: An era without great men

“Yesterday at three o’clock in the afternoon, I said I would take a nap. When I got up at around six o’clock, I went online and saw that Steve Jobs was like this Gone. I really didn’t know what I felt at the time. Let me pay tribute to one of the few great men in the information age: Good luck.

Maybe God is jealous of all kinds of apps in our world. Maybe the information system in heaven is too old, and maybe the angels are tired of the music system in heaven. Anyway, Master Joe is invited to have tea and hope that God can wave his hand away and eliminate his cancer.

Maybe people are like this. They don’t cherish something when they have it, but they only cherish it after they lose it.

I still remember that a few days ago I was criticizing Apple's products for being sensational and flashy, but looking back today, without Apple's series of inventions, our communications technology industry would not be changing so rapidly. The PC will not go from a semi-luxury status to a universal status. This series of butterfly reactions is all due to Jobs, but when he was alive, we took it all for granted.

Speaking of the great men of this era, Michael Jackson must be mentioned. The same genius, the same one who was misunderstood, the same one whose importance was only realized after his death. These magnificent geniuses died young one by one, which makes people sigh and regret.

I remember joking with my friends last night, saying that we live in an era where great people die. The scary thing is that in our era, people feel powerless. Maybe twenty years later it will be a different story, but now it seems that the prospects are worrying. We will not appreciate Alexandre Dumas, Hugo, Lu Xun or Bing Xin, but we are attracted to so-called writers such as Yu XX and Guo XX. We will not feel Beethoven, Mozart and Chopin, but we will be obsessed with K-pop and j-pop. We don’t work hard to improve ourselves and create the future, hoping to sit back and enjoy the results. We turn a blind eye to many cultural histories and worship money ignorantly.

I sincerely hope that as the next generation of talent, we can cure the ills of our time.

I leave as gently as I came;

I wave my sleeves and don’t take away a single cloud.

Jobs did it, Michael Jackson did it, but they left a strong mark on this world.

I hope you, me, and anyone reading this essay can do the same. Talk to you. "

Reposting my son's diary: a moment of emotion

"Looking at the diary written by a friend and hearing about meeting Stefanie Sun, countless thoughts suddenly came to my heart.

It’s almost twenty-one, and I immediately started running wildly towards the number three, but I always feel that two is not enough...

I miss the crazy time with my friends . When I was a kid, I threw artillery around and was chased by the police... Now when I drive my car, if I am stopped by the police, I will say "how are you officer", and the police will always reduce the fine because of my good attitude, and sometimes they will sympathize with me. I was busy blindly, waving my hands to leave without leaving any trace.

Is maturity a bad thing? No, but I just feel like I've never been truly childish. When others were acting childishly and coquettishly, I would either go with the flow, or else just watch quietly from the sidelines. I used to feel disdain in my heart, but now I look at it with a trace of envy in addition to peace.

These days, I have started the club I founded. Everyone is like a big family, which is good. It feels good to finally have found an organization. I have also begun to truly enter the society. It is good to not rely entirely on my parents, but to rely on my own grades, personality charm, etc. to be recognized.

In addition to organizing and participating in club activities, studying, and participating in any business activities that I can participate in, I seem to have abandoned many hobbies. I kind of feel what my father told me some time ago. It’s not that he’s not romantic, but that life forces him to be realistic. No one is perfect, we can only use our strengths and avoid our weaknesses.

In the past two weeks, I have written nearly 10,000 words of English + Chinese papers, and my mental fatigue has reached a critical point. After I finish the exam tomorrow and do the exercises, I really need to take a good rest. My parents always say that I don’t get a good rest... Haha, I’m still young, so working hard is not a bad thing. But you still have to listen to what your body says.

The thing that makes me really proud of is that I am getting better and better at controlling my emotions. It cannot be said that one is perfect, but it is still possible to not be happy with things and not be sad with oneself. What I gain is my fortune, and what I lose is my life. It is yours, and it will eventually be yours. As long as you always make the best preparations, that's enough.

Okay, let’s stop writing here. I’m going to pick up the car, and I have to go down a long way to the small vault, haha. ”

After my son graduated from college, as the chief translator and negotiator, he participated in the commercial activities of domestic private listed companies acquiring overseas financial institutions, and achieved complete success. This was the first time for a domestic private enterprise A successful case of going overseas and acquiring financial institutions across borders. As a result, my son in his twenties was hired as a "special lecturer in the M&A training class for executives of listed companies in Shenzhen." Across the Pacific Ocean, my old mother was really sad when she saw this news. I am proud of my son, and I feel a strong sense of relief that my son has grown up.

My son, who grew up in North America, is sunny, kind and a bit outspoken. When my son was in middle school, he returned to China during the summer vacation. Relatives and friends went to Wuzhen together. Among them were two boys who were close to my son. They were cousins. It was hot in the midsummer and the sun was scorching. Everyone was sweating while walking on the streets of the ancient town without much shade. My son asked me to buy ice cream, and I gave him the money and asked him to take the two brothers with him. After a while, my son came back alone with the ice cream, and the other two children followed him empty-handed, their expressions a little unspeakable. .

I asked my son in surprise: "Why did you only buy it for yourself? The son replied innocently: "I asked and they said no."

"I really didn't expect that my son, who is already a middle school student, would be so naive.

I quickly told my son: "In such a hot weather, you can't help but eat ice cream, won't they want to eat it? They are just being polite to you. "Turn around, I told the two children: "You don't need to be polite to him, just tell him if you have any ideas. The son nodded quickly and said, "Yes, if my classmates want it, they say yes. If they say no, they really don't want it." "

After walking forward for a long time, under the unbearable heat, my son applied to buy ice cream again. This time when he asked the two friends, they nodded immediately and replied: "Yes. ! "After that, the children happily went to buy ice cream together.

Because of his kindness and innocence, his son experienced life blows of being calculated, deceived, and betrayed. He was hurt and at the same time emotionally He also experienced severe tests. Fortunately, his son was not defeated by the setbacks, but continued to work hard for his career and life without hesitation. After unremitting efforts, his son finally made significant progress. Mom and dad will always be your strong support and your spiritual harbor.

Watching her son grow from a chubby little boy to a tall, fit, energetic and handsome young man, the old mother's heart is full of joy. A sense of accomplishment.

On Mother’s Day this year, my son and I woke up early in the morning and found that my son’s blessings were already in the clouds.

“The wind blows from the south;

My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for.

Mom, Happy Mother’s Day.”

My mood suddenly lifted after living alone for a long time due to the epidemic.

This year’s Father’s Day, The son, who has never shown much emotion between father and son, actually posted on WeChat Moments and wrote very straightforwardly:

"Thank you for allowing me to travel around the world.

Thank you for your support. I shield myself from the wind and rain

Thank you for setting an example for me

Thank you for all your teachings to me

Thank you, father

Happy Father’s Day”

This string of thanks allows me to see my son’s growth and maturity. While I am full of joy, I am also a little bit envious and jealous.

In As my son’s birthday was approaching, I saw my son writing in WeChat Moments:

“Learn to love solitude.

Learn to accept that you are not good enough.

Learn to accept your own imperfections.

Learn to not give up.

Learn to hope.”

I really feel: My family has My son has grown up! I feel so relieved!

The photos I put here are also some memories of my son’s growth to comfort me.

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