My son and I wrote 600 words.

Idea: My son and I will start a topic and explain it from our own point of view.

Life comes from sentiment, and my works seem dull and trivial, but if I can think carefully and explain carefully, that little thing can also be compiled into a series of stories, which makes people think and remember.

Chen Chen is a special child. Although he is tall and big, he is shy. He always follows his mother when he comes to the garden in the morning, and greets the teacher with his head down in a voice that only he can hear. He usually cherishes words like gold and runs around when playing with boys. I'm proud to call my friends.

For this reason, his mother is very upset. Once, Chen Chen and the boy were playing with paper sticks and singing songs from The Journey to the West loudly. So I invited Chen Chen to sing in a group activity. At first he was not used to it, so I asked two or three children to sing with him.

With the help of his peers, he seems to be much more comfortable, with a smile on his face and a loud voice. I gave him a microphone. When other children played monkey boxing, he finally couldn't help singing loudly and added action. I caught this moment in time and told him and his mother with photos that Chen Chen was brave and sang with grace.

Then when Chen Chen was too shy to speak, I always smiled and made a "click" action to remind him and encourage him. Slowly in the morning, I can recite children's songs loudly in the group. Both his mother and I are happy for his progress. A child's tender heart needs all kinds of care. Some children like talking with teachers, while others are not good at talking and expressing themselves.

This requires teachers to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, carefully observe children's speech movements, inspire and induce children to speak more, give him a stage for performance, give him an encouraging look and make him confident. However, it was this seemingly introverted and timid morning that I accomplished a "feat" one day, which made me feel like riding a roller coaster.

That day, we took our children to the lake for an autumn outing. After visiting several scenic spots, the children found a place by the lake and began to gobble up. Chen Chen walked around among the boys with his schoolbag on his back. Today, his parents sent him here together He is very happy, because he grew up with his grandmother, and his parents are usually in Ningbo, so he only comes to see him once on Wednesday.

In outdoor activities, I held the hula hoop high and made a basket for him to practice shooting. Gradually, when he saw me in the morning, he had a little more smile on his face, and sometimes he would deliberately stroll to my side to chat with me. I feel that my child is gradually opening up to others, and communication has narrowed the distance between me and my child. The child's smile has become the most beautiful flower in the world in my eyes.

In this way, the story of my child and I became a growing track, carrying the child's childhood while conveying my years, just like two closely followed parallel lines accompanying us to grow together. In my years, I am glad to have a child's childhood. It was the innocence of the child that washed my soul, and it was the smiling face of the child that made me feel hope and joy.