Thoughts About the Time of Hair Ball

Hello everyone, I am Mao Tuan - the puppy with two tufts of yellow hair on the tips of my ears who is called "Mao Tuanzi" by my daughter-in-law. I remember starting from my mother's belly. At that time, the world was a warm ball, with the second brother and the third child crowded around me. When my mother's tongue swept across my ears, it was wet and smelled of milk. Later, when I opened my eyes, I saw clearly that my mother had white hair, and I also saw my daughter squatting at the door. Her eyes were as bright as stars. When she reached out to touch my ears, her palms felt very warm. Later, I left with my daughter. Her family has a small yard. The pomegranate tree sprouts green buds in spring and red flowers in summer. The fruit that falls in autumn is red. I took one in my mouth and was snatched back by my daughter with a smile. I chased sparrows in the yard, stepped through puddles, and lay on the mat to watch my daughter do her homework. When she scratched my belly, I couldn't help but kick my paws and pick her eraser off the ground. The days are like sunshine in the yard, flowing slowly and leisurely. I can't remember too many complicated things. I just remember the warmth of my mother's last touch on my face. I remember how sweet the crumbled biscuits my daughter gave me were. I remember the smell of cotton clothes on her body every winter when she put me in her arms. My whole life seems to revolve around the word "warmth". If you also want to hear soft stories, come and listen to my narration - these are all the good times I wrote down bit by bit with the tip of my tail and wet nose.