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Tagore once said: I have flew over the sky, but I have never left any trace of birds. The rain was flowing carefully. A woman and her son were walking in the rain, and the woman held an umbrella for her son. I saw that most of the woman’s body was wet through, and most of the umbrellas covered her son’s body. This reminds me of Zhu Ziqing’s essay “back”. The author slept hard and ate dry food in order to make his son live better in school and save some money, the best for my son. Mom, I’m going to college …… my son said to his mother. The rain gradually sprays into the sea. In the dream, the woman’s son fell asleep peacefully. At 1 o’clock in the morning, this scene reminded the woman of her son Mao Mao’s life in recent years. Get up at five o’clock every day and then go to school. When I went home at 9 o’clock in the evening, there were many review materials in my schoolbag: the scores of the test paper were all over 60 points, and the bright red forks occupied the whole test paper. At this time of every day, Mao Mao wrote and read with a pen, carrying related words, and fell asleep with tears from the corners of his eyes sliding across his arms……. In school, one day, the teacher called Mao Mao to the office and said, “What’s the matter with you? Your grades are so poor. Don’t come to school tomorrow! He ran back to the classroom. In that narrow corner, the positions of students were determined according to their grades. Whenever the teacher came over and was about to open his mouth to say something, the teacher waved his hand and walked away to the student with good grades, talking attentively to the student, over and over again …… Mao Mao finally disappeared, far away, leaving a letter: I have flew over the sky, but never left my trace, mom, forgive my unfilial piety. And her mother was crazy, looking for it crazily. Sitting at the intersection and looking at it every day, shouting Mao Mao. Postscript: thank the editors of prose online for taking time out of their busy schedule to read our articles. May you be happy every day and say: you have worked hard, prose online will make you more wonderful, and thank you for letting my article be published, which makes my dream one step closer. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…