At the beginning of the school season, I recalled the good times with my son.

September 9th is the day when my son starts his college.

At seven o'clock in the morning, our family of three, my younger brother, with his 10-month-old nephew in his arms, happily drove to his son's university.

Maybe I ate something cold the day before yesterday, and my son felt sick in the morning. Did his father let him eat? Ding Ning, after a long time, he still feels bad. At his mother's house, he made a bag of Sanjiu Weitai to drink on the way. Along the way, our son was groggy and in a daze, which worried us. How can this state reassure us on the first day of school?

At half past ten, we arrived at our son's school. Sitting in the car, you can see the beautiful environment of the campus from a distance. Because it is a new campus, the campus looks very imposing and quiet. I am glad that my son can study in such a beautiful environment. I hope my son has studied here for four years.

The school gate is very lively, and the coming and going vehicles and the endless stream of people make this university more lively and full of vitality.

We drove the car directly into the campus according to the instructions of the security guard. In a secluded place, just as we were about to stop, a security guard came up to us and asked us politely, "Are you freshmen reporting?" I said, "Yes." He enthusiastically told us to keep driving until the new students reported. I can't help feeling that this is a university, and even the security guards are so elegant. The influence of cultural atmosphere is subtle.

My husband started the car and drove on. At every intersection, security guards waved and stopped the car in an orderly way, with a kind face and no shouting, so even if there were many cars, the order was not chaotic at all. We can't help but admire that the school is really thoughtful and refined management is in place.

As soon as the car stopped, we couldn't wait to get off and find a place to report it. I found my son's major in front of a hall. Let's go in and report. As soon as we arrived at the door, a girl came face to face and asked, "Are you here to report?" We replied, "Yes."

Next, she guided her son to go through all the registration procedures very responsibly. It's time to go to the dormitory. The girl arranged for a boy to take us to the dormitory.

What led us to the dormitory was a thin boy, not tall. He told us that the dormitory was in the south campus. I asked him where he was from. He said it was from Jilin. I said it was far away, and he replied that it would take two hours by plane and eighteen hours by train.

We drove to the south campus. On the bus, the boy gave us a brief introduction to the school. Words and deeds are generous and not formal at all, which makes me feel that college is really a good exercise for children.

I think it would be nice if my son could be as enthusiastic and generous as this boy after a year of exercise!

The car drove a few roads and turned several corners, and finally arrived at the dormitory area. We got the key from the dormitory administrator first, and the teacher who manages the dormitory reminded our son to pay attention to fraud prevention. Don't trust any sales promotion in the name of the teacher. If any suspicious personnel enter the dormitory to promote sales, they should report to the school immediately.

The friendly reminder of the boarding system makes us feel that this is a trustworthy and reassuring school. What we are most worried about is campus safety.

My son's dormitory is on the sixth floor. We panted up the sixth floor with big bags and small bags and found our son's dormitory. I was a little disappointed when I opened the door. The facilities in the dormitory are really pleasing. The bed came in and out, and the lower berth was made by people who came early, so my son had to sleep in the upper berth.

Opposite the bed are desks for students to study and cabinets for school supplies. The cupboard is dark and dirty, and the chairs are old. The legs of the chair are iron. When you pull it up, it creaks and makes a harsh sound.

We are all a little disappointed to see such a dormitory environment. However, there is no choice but to accept. As the saying goes, if you can't change the environment, you have to change yourself and change your attitude towards things.

No matter how simple the house is, we should make it clean and comfortable, and make it look like what we want or close to what we want.

Next, we will help our son clean up. Clean the environment first, then tidy the clothes.

Our son is not feeling well, so help us. My husband climbed into the upper bunk, wiped the dust off the bed first, and then wiped the cupboard where the clothes were put. Then I wiped the table and chair several times. This just sent in the daily necessities one by one.

There are still some locks on the cupboard, and there is no cushion on my son's bed. We drove to the supermarket and bought some things for our son. Come back for it after lunch.

Cover the quilt, make the bed and continue to scrub until I am satisfied. Although a little tired and hot, I think this is the only thing we can do for our son before we leave. I hope my son can sleep in the warm bed made by his parents at night and don't want to be at home.

After cleaning up, my son's stomach was still uncomfortable, so we took him to the school hospital to see a doctor. I think this is just an infirmary. I didn't expect it to be a hospital with infusion room, pharmacy and examination room. Very formal.

The doctor gave his son a box of stomach-invigorating and digestion-promoting tablets to drink more boiled water, and we came back.

I walked back to the dormitory. I asked my son what time it was. The son said, "It's past three." His father said, "We should go back." I'm a little nostalgic. I don't want to leave my son so early. I said, "What are you busy with? Anyway, I'll drive home by myself tonight. " My husband doesn't want to drive at night, so let my son contact his classmates for a walk. We are ready to go home.

When I came to the car, my son suddenly became nostalgic. I saw his eyes were red and got into the car to wipe his tears. I was a little sour in my heart. Seeing my son crying, I couldn't help crying.

This is the first time since my son was born that he has never left us. After that, he left us for a long time. I feel very reluctant. How I wish my son could go to college. We live a relaxed and free life at home. But now I don't yearn for that kind of life at all.

I can't help but recall that when my son was in primary school, he got up with me every morning and I took my son out for breakfast. My son loved to eat meat buns at that time, and he could eat six meat buns in the morning. After school in the evening, I bring my son into the classroom to do his homework. On Sunday, I forced my son to recite ancient poems and ancient and modern sages; I read extracurricular books to my son, hoping that he will fall in love with reading in the future; I took my son to learn the violin, hoping that one day he would fall in love with the violin; I forced my son with an injured arm to insist on practicing reading poetry in the city; We were sad for a long time that our son didn't get into Zhongwu Middle School. Finally, fortunately, our son didn't let us spend a penny more, and he didn't get into a key high school in Zhongwu Middle School, which made us see hope again.

The most unforgettable thing is every meal I cooked for my son during high school. Although I felt very tired at that time, I was really tired and happy. We are glad to see our son eating well. If my son eats less, I will complain about his father's poor cooking, and even the two will quarrel.

In the last year of senior three, in order to let my son eat nutritious meals, I took a bus home after two classes every morning and sent my son lunch. I was going to attend a lecture on a big city competition. In order to get familiar with the lesson plans, I read them on the bus. I actually sat on the platform several times and had to run back. When I got home, my mother-in-law had cooked the meal, so I hurried to school. The moment I got on the electric car, I could rest my feet. After lunch with my son in No.1 Middle School, I went home to school.

I have counted that there are still months, weeks or even days before the meal is delivered, so that I can stay at school and have a rest after class. Now I finally stop running around at noon, but I feel something is missing in my life. How I miss the day when I delivered meals to my son. It's warm and beautiful. Unfortunately, those days are gone forever.

The moment I separated from my son at the school gate, I felt that my son suddenly grew up and became sensible. I don't remember all the unhappiness before, only a warmth is left in my heart.

Perhaps, as the saying goes, "distance produces beauty." My son was always in front of us, and we kept staring at him, which annoyed him. What we see is his shortcomings and shortcomings, so his son has a confrontational and rebellious mood towards us.

Last night, after we came back, we talked about our son in the car. His father said, "Actually, Chang is good at everything except a little laziness." I think this is the most pertinent evaluation.

Although I also admit what his father said, I think everyone has a cycle or process of growth. Some people realize early, some people realize late, some people have more self-discipline, and some people have less self-discipline. How can there be children who are not fun? I believe: my children will definitely develop their potential at the right time.

Just like today, we feel that our son has suddenly grown up, which is a warm and particularly happy feeling.