A passage from my daughter's sixth birthday.

Today is your tenth birthday. Ten years ago today, this baby floated from the Buddhist paradise to the world. We are lucky to be blessed by God and become parents with joy and expectation. Looking back at the scene that greeted you at that time, it suddenly seemed like yesterday.

Open the imprint of your growth, and the emotions such as joy, anxiety, escape, face, hard work and happiness can be vividly seen. Sometimes I smile, sometimes I feel guilty and bitter, and sometimes I have tears in my eyes.

I remember when you were born, I handed you my forefinger, and you held it tightly until I picked you up from the bed. I feel the baby is healthy. At the age of eight months, the nanny came home on a business trip, and you couldn't climb at that time. When I was cooking in the kitchen, I heard your heartbreaking cry for the first time, and then the cry got closer and closer. I'm curious to see you climb from the living room to the kitchen door. Tears welled up in my eyes with joy. I think my baby grew up in a routine.

I can't speak at the age of one and a half, but I can get it accurately soon by following my mother's instructions to find something. My hanging heart is put down, baby is not stupid. Every time the physical examination doctor always smiles and says to me, "The baby is well raised and all the indicators have gone up." I always smile. One year old and eight months old, you can eat by yourself and wear socks by yourself. Wear two different socks at a time. I said I should wear a pair of socks, which are the same color, but you firmly said, "I will wear different socks."

I go to kindergarten at the age of two and a half. When I sent you to the garden for the first time, I didn't expect that you didn't cry or be afraid. Instead, you were as happy as a long-awaited life, like a bird that spread its wings and embraced the world and quickly integrated into the group. I quietly looked at your happy and cheerful figure, with mixed feelings in my heart, and my emotions made me cry with joy.

You are strong and like group life very much. Every Saturday, he said to me, "I want to go to kindergarten, where there are many children and I am the only one at home." I am glad that you are a healthy, lively, peaceful and tolerant baby.

We are looking forward to your final admission, and you told me, "The holiday is too long, and I am particularly eager to start school." You see senior students, after getting off the bus, they don't need their parents to walk to the school gate hand in hand, but go to school alone with their schoolbags on their backs. You bravely said, "Don't send it. I can do it alone. " So, after getting off the bus, you carry a heavy schoolbag and walk to school happily with firm steps. I look at your little figure. When you turned around and waved goodbye to me, a stream of heat rushed all over your body and your throat tightened. All the hard work, sacrifice and dedication made me burst into tears.