I just moved here about a year ago. Sisi Mei is three and a half years old and her daughter is two years old. At that time, Xiximei was undoubtedly a myth for her daughter. No matter how flattering her daughter is, she always refuses to respond mercilessly. Outside the back door of our two life balcony houses is a big platform. In the evening of summer, there is a cool breeze and there are no obstacles on the platform, which is a paradise for children to play. Many times, my daughter can only look at Xiximei from a distance at home. Even if she occasionally gets up the courage to ride a scooter behind Xiximei, she never gets a positive response. We all think it's normal for Sisi Mei to ignore her daughter. After all, she is too young to communicate smoothly.

As the days passed, my daughter gradually forgot this cold sister. Until one day, when we met in a nearby park, Sisi Mei was still proud because she still had a brother to accompany her. Maybe that's why she allows this little fan to play with them. For my daughter, it is undoubtedly a great encouragement. Desperately follow them all the way or run or jump or jump all the way forward, and when they climb trees and drill holes, they can only wander around. More than two years old, she really tried her best, sweating all over, but enjoying it. In order to get Sisi Mei and her brother out of the inaccessible area as soon as possible, she shouted: There are crocodiles and pythons in the grass! Anyway, Xiximei finally has some impression on this sister, at least she will think that the crocodile in her daughter's mouth does not exist.

For a long time after that, my daughter always told Xiximei about climbing trees. When I came home from work that day, I saw two people playing independently in the study, with no one to accompany me. The scene was extremely harmonious and there was no scuffle. The two little guys are familiar. The days to come will be more and more harmonious. In the process of getting familiar with each other and running in, the little guy has his own unique way of getting along. Scene 1: Xiximei's home, usually when we go, Xixi is still eating. Sometimes, my daughter will stand in front of Xiximei and watch her chew slowly. Xixi's mother will bring bowls and chopsticks, and her daughter will serve the table, even though she has just finished eating. Usually, the spoon in her daughter's hand is stirred randomly in the bowl, but her eyes never leave Xiximei. The most classic scene appeared, and the two began to pick up food from each other, and you came and went until the other's bowls had piled up into hills. As for how much they ate, that's another matter. Scene 2: Xiximei's home, Xiximei continues to eat, and her daughter is exploring in her toy pile. Every time I pick up the same thing, Xiximei's narration will drift away: that's * * * *, and she can't move, so her daughter immediately puts it down and changes to another object: the narration continues, it's given to me by * * *, don't break it, and her daughter puts it down and keeps looking; It turned out that Xiximei was digesting food at this time, but her eyes were keenly watching her daughter's every move. It can be understood as caring eyes. Scene 3: In our home, among our daughter's toys, Xiximei carefully picked up the bear, and her daughter quickly said hello: "It's mine". Xiximei immediately handed it to her daughter: "Here you are, I know it's yours. I fell to the ground, help you pick it up ",all smiles.

Many times, my daughter is absolutely obedient to Xiximei, playing, running, splitting, bending and all kinds of difficult movements in the square. As long as Xiximei is doing it, her daughter will try it after all kinds of hardships. Sisi Mei always comes to guide and help her daughter to break her leg that she will never touch the back of her head. Every move, smile, frown, all take Xiximei as an example. Even when taking off shoes, wrestling and dancing, the posture of waving and the direction of turning are highly consistent. Xiximei is a runner. She turns around the square again and again, and her daughter usually gets lost in her circle movement. She asks helplessly: Where is my sister? Finally, when she passed by, before she could start, Xiximei drifted away like the wind, with her daughter's lost eyes behind her.

I like this kind of western beauty, and I always have a shallow smile on my face. No matter how unreasonable her sister is, she readily accepts it. When my sister left home, she was silent for a while. People who had been laughing before, maybe she was angry, just because she didn't give up her sister's departure. Like this Xiximei, clever and sensible, with a strong sense of time; I like the beauty of this, and I am always reluctant to use the ice cubes I made for my wrestling daughter. Xiximei, who likes this, finally agreed when her daughter said that we are good friends, although she once denied it mercilessly.

In the park square at night, the moonlight is like water, and the dark mountain shadows are not far away. After running freely and drinking water, the daughter looked at Xiximei silently through the cup and soon became the affectionate eyes of the two. I'm not sure whether these memories will exist in the river where their people grew up. Help them write down the little figure in the moonlight that once touched me.