There are about 400 words in the drifting June 1 composition. Urgent! ! !

As children grow up day by day, their height is as high as sesame blossoms, and watching them strung around my head, Children's Day is getting farther and farther away from my life.

Two days before the festival, I said to my daughter: If you are willing, let you have the last "June 1"?

She replied disdainfully: Hey, I'm past the May 4th Movement now, and June 1st was celebrated by children. If my classmates know that I passed June 1st, don't laugh me to death.

After a while, she came to ask, Mom, what gift will I get if I celebrate June 1st? What activities are there?

The answer is the same as the previous June 1st. It seems that she doesn't have much interest, seems to be a big shot, and she has a great sense of accomplishment when she grows up. Now there are endless exercises and endless texts. It seems that I don't feel reluctant to part with the festival that once belonged to me, and I don't realize my nostalgia and helplessness in the face of the first leap in life.

Every year on June 1st from kindergarten, I will be busy picking her up to rehearse programs, take part in calligraphy and painting competitions, take her out to play and celebrate simply and meaningfully. In her festivals, she will always be dressed up beautifully, let her proudly appear on the stage, let her be loved and cared for like a princess, and let her remember these innocent days.

When I was a child, she naively said to me, "Mom, if only I would never grow up!" " I want to know? "Because as long as I don't grow up, you will never be old!"

"Mom doesn't want you to grow up. You will grow up every day, just like a small tree in front of the door. No one can stop it from growing up. It doesn't matter if mom is old, as long as her heart is not old, she will never be old. " She seems to understand: "Then I will be a good baby in the future. If I don't make you angry, you won't have a headache or wrinkles." This is what my aunt in kindergarten said. She is so earnest and lovely.

I have been taking care of her at home alone since kindergarten. Although I have suffered and been tired, many people in my memory carry her to the hospital or clinic for injections. She patted her chest with her little hand and kept saying "not afraid, not afraid", which made her fear more emboldened. The doctors all laughed and said that the child was really interesting. Seeing that the water at home was boiling, she staggered and told me, "Mom, the water is boiling." Yes, hearing her childish words and seeing her innocent eyes, no matter how hard and tired you are, you won't feel tired, as if you are witnessing a process of life growth.

Every child's birth is a blank sheet of paper, and years have written different chapters. In primary school, she would miss colorful toys and delicious snacks in the kindergarten, and miss the amiable aunt who could tell many stories. In junior high school, she will miss the carefree and happy time when there was no heavy schoolwork in primary school. From babbling to being a big girl now, every step is full of ordinary feelings.

Youth is fleeting, this is growth, this is life, I miss the drifting away June 1.