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(As for the words before writing, nowadays, walking in the streets and lanes will be unexpectedly stuffed into many propaganda weekly about women’s health male questions, and the whole story of painless abortion. Some of them were even sent to the student dormitory. I was thinking about the misfortune of a child who was not expected to be born. A little boy about five years old was sitting on a rattan swing in a community. His small body was deeply trapped in the back of the swing, swinging around with the swing. He seemed to be thinking about something. His head gently leaned against the small hand holding the rope on one side, and his eyes drifted towards the gate of the community intentionally or unintentionally. Behind him was a large piece of Chinese rose, which was full of enthusiasm, and several dark green leaves set off in front of him. A big swimming pool on the left recovered calm after children came home for dinner. The pool surface was covered with soft light against the sunset glow, just like the smile on grandma’s face. There are several trees in the courtyard of the community that have been trimmed with only dozens of leaves from nowhere to cope with the greening inspection, smiling in the breeze. Looking at the dark sky, the little boy became more and more depressed. He even invited his playmates to KFC to attend his birthday party in the afternoon, seeing that night, which was not friendly to him at ordinary times, was a face of unbelievable. The pleasure of finally avenging him could not make him feel happy now. Why hasn’t the trumpet at the door rang yet? Looking, looking, he couldn’t help feeling angry about the bustling rose. He kicked his feet fiercely, and the swing was high, throwing him to a very high place. He remembered that man had said that he would come back to help him when he could climb on the swing by himself. He had said that. But in the following days, that man seemed to have not seen him for a long time. Unless the quarrel came from the master bedroom, or his mother cried too hard, he would rub his sleepy eyes and tell himself that his father came back. He could tell him that he could reach the autumn thousand, but he was so tired that he soon fell asleep again. In his dream, he sat in a boat, drifting and drifting. He didn’t know where he was going. He held the sheet tightly with his hands, shouting rustling: Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad got up the next day and found that the quilt was quietly covered on the shoes. Then, he caught a cold. He remembered that he had a very serious cold that time. He was wearing white striped clothes and lying on the full white bed. The room was extremely white, which made him uncomfortable. But mom said that after lying down, Dad would come. He quickly covered the quilt with white disgusting quilt and pretended to be obedient. He met that man as he wished, but that man didn’t tell him any swing any more. The little boy had no idea how many times he had sat on the swing waiting for that man, but that man seemed to always get used to coming back late. He always waited, waiting, and found himself lying on the exclusive small bed the next morning. He thought today would be an exception, but all the stars in the sky were in a daze. He got into a familiar and unfamiliar arms and said a particularly clear dream: Dad, can you go home early? The man paused and looked at the little doll in his arms, filled with emotion. It was another morning, but I still couldn’t see my father. The little boy stood beside the bed dejectedly. He didn’t find a message note brought under the bed by the wind: My dear child Pi Pi: Dad is really sorry for not being able to accompany you on your birthday. But Dad has his father’s job. If dad doesn’t go to work earlier, he will have no job. If dad doesn’t have a job, you can no longer live in a big house or go to KFC, I can’t buy the most fun Transformers any more. You certainly don’t like this, do you? So you have to listen to your mother, okay? My father looked at his unhappy son and mother outside the door, with tears on his face. Thinking of the parent-child appraisal book, she held her head tightly with both hands and her body slided down the wall. She was anxious to kill herself.

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