A vulgar joke

I am a lazy person, and I have spent nearly half my life carelessly. Looking back on the past 30 years, I find that I am too lazy to die.

After so many years, I found that I really don't have any dreams. I had one when I was a kid. As a result, after so many years, I haven't even touched the shadow of a dream, let alone realized it. I can only regard it as a joke in the past!

I don't have much pursuit. When studying in primary school, students with better grades all want to be the first in the exam. I want to sit in the front row (we were going to arrange seats according to scores). I never thought of it that way. There are 64 students in the class, and I have been praying that I can get twenty or thirty students, and then eight later.

Why don't I like sitting in the front row? Mainly because I don't want to take the teacher's saliva. It is no exaggeration to say that every time the teacher gives a lecture, chalk crumbs and spittle really fly all over the sky. As a result, I don't like anything more and more. Because of my short stature, I got preferential treatment from my teachers. I sat in the front row of primary school for six years and was baptized by teachers for six years.

Later, this situation finally ended after junior high school. The class teachers I met after junior high school were all very democratic. Although they still arrange seats according to their grades, every student is selective unless you get the last place. Since then, I have never sat forward or backward except for the third and fourth rows.

When you are in love, others are looking for someone who is taller and more handsome and has better family conditions. I didn't. The only condition is that you are good to me, and everything else is secondary.

When getting married, everyone else chooses to marry someone who has a house and a car near home, but I don't. I found the right person in my eyes, no house, no car and no savings, and married myself far away from home.

In fact, I have always yearned for freedom, afraid of being bound, and have low requirements for myself. I just want to be a simple layman, wandering all my life, clean and comfortable.

How time flies! Bao Er is almost two years old. Now he is naughty, charming and lovely. He has many shortcomings: he likes to make noise during the day, always cries shyly, and asks me to tell him stories almost every night before going to bed.

According to my mother, I spoke slowly when I was a child, and I learned to speak when I was two years old. Perhaps because of genetic reasons, he is a little behind most children of his age in language. Although he doesn't talk much now, he is very smart and knows that anything can directly convey his needs to you through actions.

This weekend night, at eleven o'clock, he was still getting ready for bed, which almost made me lose my temper and yell at him. As a result, when I saw that my face was wrong, I immediately got out of bed and asked me to tell him a story book. I am so tired that I can only patiently satisfy his little wish.

I looked at the page he opened, which happened to be Everyone's Angel, and read it gently: A baby who was about to be born asked God, "When I come to the earth, I will become very small." How can I live? " God replied, "I have chosen an angel for you, and she will take care of you then."

The baby is still worried and doesn't want to go God continued to comfort him and said, "that angel will teach you the most beautiful and sweet language and speak with the greatest patience and meticulous care;" When you are in danger, she will protect you and even give her life! Every day she will sing for you, and you will be as happy as in heaven! "

The baby was finally relieved, and he seemed to hear the call of the world. The baby asked God, "What's her name?" God smiled and replied, "the name of an angel is very simple." You can call her' mom'. "

The baby raised his small round black eyes and looked at me. Then I told him: Bao Er has an angel mother, Bao Er's mother has her own angel mother, and Bao Er's father also has one. The children outside have their own angel mothers, just like my home in Bao Er. ...

I'm so thirsty that I don't know if the baby knows everything. Anyway, he always called me "mom", "mom" and "mom" in his particularly cute and sexy voice, and then kissed my face hard and hugged my neck to sleep.

And I also gently held his little body, gently kissed his forehead, and slept with him.

Looking back on the days when I took care of him alone from his birth to now, it is false to say that it is not hard, but my mind is full. In fact, he is really my little angel, especially in this year, he brought me a lot of happiness!

Whenever I look at his lovely innocent face and listen to his innocent laughter, I can stir up the softest part of my heart in an instant.

Bao Er's father is a busy man and has no time to play with his baby. Sometimes he sees so many other children, such as parents, grandparents, grandparents, who are accompanying him and hurting him. But I think I owe him something, but there are some things I can't change alone.

Therefore, I will work harder to play the role of a good mother, give him more care and love, play all kinds of games he likes with him, and let him grow up happily and safely.