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This book is a parenting diary written one stroke at a time. It records every day when Xixi became a first-grade primary school student carrying a small schoolbag. A little baby sat in the classroom. It started to grow up like this, right? A poet mother carefully recorded this year under the lamp every night. At the beginning of school, her mother forced Xixi to study, and she had conflicts, self-blame, and reflection. With gratitude for life and her children, mothers are willing to put down some things and hug their children firmly. Mom learned to turn love into patient and warm waiting, lower her expectations, and slow down her pace. From then on, the mother took her little daughter to watch the sunset and choose purple forget-me-nots. Xixi "teaches" her mother to read texts; tells her some "principles"; Xixi acts as her mother's dressing consultant, English teacher, and home safety inspector. In the small garden, reading a storybook or doing nothing is the happiest time for mother and little daughter. Accompanying the child to grow up, the heart is as soft as ever. It is the child who enriches the mother. When the child was still young, the mother was the child's first universe.