Elementary school student Zhang Xichen's grades are not ideal no matter how hard she works, so her mother Lin Wenhui tries her best to accompany her child as he grows up. The moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also bloom like peonies. From being a kindergarten teacher in a vocational school to becoming a "child's little sun", Xichen, with the company of her mother Lin Wenhui and the protection of her lover, has turned her ordinary life into a sweet and happy life.
Reader comments
Every parent should read this novel. Compared with the mothers, fathers, aunts and other caring, patient and warm people in the novel, can we be gentler in our attitude towards our children? I feel very sorry for my son. I really want to go back to his childhood, pick him up from school every day, listen to his school day on the way home, accompany him to do his homework, and analyze every question with him! That's right, I was so busy working that I neglected my baby!
It is based on a true story and uses delicate writing to reveal the truth of growth: every child is "his own seed", some bloom early, some have skewed branches, but as long as there is more new leaves today than yesterday, it is their own harvest.
This is a hymn written to every ordinary life: We don't have to live as a reference for others, we only need to be the most serious seeds in our own soil, and grow our own spring at our own pace.
Every parent should read this novel. Compared with the mothers, fathers, aunts and other caring, patient and warm people in the novel, can we be gentler in our attitude towards our children? I feel very sorry for my son. I really want to go back to his childhood, pick him up from school every day, listen to his school day on the way home, accompany him to do his homework, and analyze every question with him! That's right, I was so busy working that I neglected my baby!
It is based on a true story and uses delicate writing to reveal the truth of growth: every child is "his own seed", some bloom early, some have skewed branches, but as long as there is more new leaves today than yesterday, it is their own harvest. This is a hymn written to every ordinary life: We don't have to live as a reference for others, we only need to be the most serious seeds in our own soil, and grow our own spring at our own pace.