In the hotel
Contributed by
holy
on
Sunday, 11th October 2009 @ 12:11:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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In the hotel
2008-06-16 23:40:52
In the hotel
It is a nice day today,
sunlight filtered through the drawn shades,
a bird is trying to fly by the window,
I am waiting for you with our son in the hotel......
Our son saw the bird,
he goes to the window and wanted to catch it,
the bird flew away quickly,
I laugh loudly,
he comes to me and hug me tightly......
"Do you remember what word on the wall of the restaurant?"
I ask him.
He looked up at me and is lost in thought,
"Thrift!
thrift is the basement of richness!
Mother,
is it right?"
I smile,
"All right!
You are my clever kid!"
"Do you remember which poem means that?"
I ask again.
"Haha,
I remember that poem you taught me,
namely Chuhe,
it means that food is the harvest of hard work,
it tell us to treasure it.
am I right?"
To my surprise,
our son recites the poem right from the very beginning.
Yes,
I remember he repeated the poem after I had read it twice,
but I haven't asked him to repeat it for a long time.
I give him a kiss,
"Great!
Very nice!"
I also told our son,
"Your father is working hard for our family,
there are many things waiting for him,
your father is trying his best to get it solved,
our main aim is to please him."
"Mother,
I see,
my father likes to eat chocolate drops,
please give me some money,
I will buy him a box of chocolate."
our son started to touch my pocket.
"Haha,
you just told me what thrift means
why to forget it quickly?"
I say to him tenderly,
and embrace him tightly,
I told him not to eat nibbling between meals,
that is a bad thing,
he look up and nod to me,
"Mother,
I see......"
====== On Wednesday,June 16 1999 @ a hotel of Zhumadian======
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