I lay in my mother's soft and fragrant arms and blinked and asked, "Growing up? What are the benefits? No, I want to be this small. Mom, you and dad must hug me every day, that way I will be happy!"
The young mother smiled slightly, like a swaying begonia, and stretched out her hand to tap my forehead: "Silly Niuniu, of course you have to grow up quickly. When you grow up, you can enjoy your youth, and then life will feel wonderful."
"Huh? Youth? What is that?" Silly Niuniu twisted her short body and climbed on her mother's shoulders like a koala.
"Youth, it is a flower in your heart." Mom sighed softly.
"Ah, it turns out that I want it to bloom. I will water it vigorously. By the way, my father praised me for my cleverness today and said that I am a flower fairy from heaven." The little girl covered her mouth proudly and laughed, squinting her eyes. "Because my father said it would take a hundred years. Mom, I finally watered the iron tree until it bloomed today, although its flowers are still very ugly!"
The mother said nothing more and ignored the infinitely exaggerated praise from the father who loved his daughter as much as he loved her.
My child, it is not easy for the flower of the soul to bloom. There is a delicate flower in everyone's heart. Only with the care and cherishment of caring people can it shine brightly and bloom to its fullest.
My child, plant the flower of your soul well. When it begins to sprout, branch, and bloom, you can realize the pure meaning of sprouting. It blossoms into the best years of your life.
The final essay of a certain autumn, "The Light Moon Is Like a Hook"