Talk about the feeling of leaving the children and going out to work.

The mood of leaving children to go out to work is as follows:

1, inexplicably sad in my heart. Maybe it's because I know I'm going out to play, but I really can't bear to part with my children. He is still so young and sensible. Living so big, the little guy loves me without reservation. I know I'm too dependent on him. The little guy gave me unlimited trust and love, letting me know that someone cares about living in this world. I can really laugh. How lucky I am to have such a caring and sensible baby.

2. If it weren't for my biological mother, I wouldn't go out to work, leaving my elderly parents and young children behind; If it weren't for the sake of life, parents wouldn't resist not going home to visit. It's easier said than done, life is hard, and it's not easy for anyone.

It was raining outside when I got up this morning. Time passed, and I packed my things. I hate to leave. /kloc-the 0/0: 50 train can't be delayed. My son's tears swirled in his eyes and he couldn't help falling. This is not the first time he has been separated. Although I have been working outside all the year round and have come back for a long voyage, the older the children are, the more reluctant they are to leave, and the more they want to talk to their mothers.