County-level city beverage propaganda slogan

Many people think that growth is a long process. I think growth is sometimes just a moment.

Since the birth of a small life at home, the focus of the whole family has shifted collectively and everyone is busy around him, so I started a "comfortable" life. At the same time, I feel that my family cares less and less about me! In this family, I seem a little redundant, but something happened later, which completely changed my view.

One night when the little guy was more than one year old, it was cloudy, as if he could swallow the whole world, and the wind blew through the leaves and made a "rustling" sound. Only the lights on the building are still sticking to their "work".

"Ding, ding ..." Mom's phone rang and she answered it. The phone is squeaking. At this moment, her mother frowned, put down the phone and walked towards me. Hey, did dad drink too much again? My mother immediately restored the smile on her face and said to me while watching TV, "Feifei, my mother has something urgent to go out for a while." Can you help my mother look after my brother? " Me? That will be a day! Alas! Why does God always give me a hard time? Forget it, accept your fate! I gritted my teeth, glanced at the sleeping little guy and said, "All right!" " "Reluctantly leave my TV and slowly come to the little guy. Strange to say, when his mother was at home, he slept like a "lazy pig" and snored. After his mother left, he wailed like a bird without wings.

Crying, his mouth kept calling: "I want mom, I want ..." Glittering tears swept across his cheek mercilessly, shedding a string of tears, and his little face was red with tears, delicate and touching, no matter how to coax. I thought to myself: Mom shouldn't have gone far! Hurriedly opened the door and shouted "Mom, Mom." But no one answered, so I turned and ran back to continue to coax him. At this time, I am really anxious like an ant on hot bricks, but in the little guy's heart, his mother is everything to him, and it is really terrible without his mother's protection.

"Wow", suddenly, the little guy cried and vomited. His whole body, the sheets and even my clothes are "scarred". I was blindsided and didn't know what to do, but he didn't care about my feelings at all and kept crying. I used my quick wits to pick him up, learn how my mother takes care of my brother, pat him on the back and hum nursery rhymes.

With a bang, my mother came back, and my grandparents and father followed me into the house. I quickly gave the little guy to my mother and told her what happened in detail. Everyone gave me a thumbs-up sign.

Although it is only a short ten minutes, it seems to me that it is a long few hours! I finally understand the hard work of raising children. It's not that mom and dad don't love me, but that the little guy needs more care.

At that moment, I understood the person I loved. At that moment, I grew up.