I am growing up, and at the same time, she is getting old.

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She was born in Jiangxi, 1966. From then on, she ignited his ups and downs and changeable life. Although there are various colors and flavors, it seems that there is always a kind of persistence and belief that has been controlling her, something called "concentration".

Before the age of 8, she enjoyed the reputation of gymnastics on campus because of her talent and hard work. Soon, she joined the Jiangxi Gymnastics Team and lived a bittersweet life.

I have seen the palm-sized window in the gym, and there are some lonely birds in the sky. Even if she is hurt, even if she is in tears, she will not give up. Only bitter sweat slipped down; Decline, only before dawn every day, the stars in the sky fly around on and between the parallel bars; Difficult, only in every night, on the bright moon balance beam, rustling-a firm microcosm.

"I also thought about giving up, and I also thought about giving up. I think these trainings are too cruel for me. But every time I think about my family and the hopeful smiles at home and school, I feel that if I give up, it will be more cruel. " She recalled that in those days, the medals of the National Games were lightly held in her hands, and those medals in pairs belonged only to her and her sisters. Listening to her slightly nostalgic tone, I find it hard to believe that the woman sitting in front of me is a bold and provocative woman.

At this time, the moonlight is the most likely to cause lingering thoughts, so it is enough to cause countless memories of that year.

After retiring at the age of 22, she accidentally found a novel "Gymnastics" on TV-"But this is not gymnastics, it is just a dance that combines three or two simple movements, but it will be very comfortable to do." -her curiosity was rekindled, so she started to compose this so-called "gymnastics" dance with her excellent gymnastics foundation.

It is also a sad night in late autumn and a bleak evening breeze. The dead leaves slowly fell, smashing the full moon on the lake.

-Like, she released the first set of "Gymnastics" mood. She couldn't sleep that night. "I thought of my' giving up' again, but I still can't bear it. I thought about my past, the hardships in the gym, and the' concentration' in my heart. If I give up, it will be tantamount to rebellion. I can't afford to commit such a heinous crime. "

She chose to refocus.

Her cheeks trembled slightly, as if remembering her youth, sensitive and warm.

So, she once again embarked on the road of persistence and experienced decline, misunderstanding, heartbreak, sadness and relief. In the early 1980s, the first VCD CD with "Kitty Aerobics" printed on it was distributed in major audio-visual stores in Guangdong. At that time, after she learned the news, she was too excited to sleep again. "Both times are insomnia, and both times are late autumn, but this time, the scenery outside the window is no exaggeration to say that it is clearly spring!" She was so excited that she almost jumped on the sofa, as active, youthful and blooming as she was in the gymnastics team.

Looking at the slight wrinkles on her face, I still remember that I once said that she was so ugly. I don't know that this is the mark of her hard work in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and it is also the testimony of her perfect aerobics under the lens and spotlight!

I suddenly opened my eyes in surprise and looked at her as intently as I did then.

Due to the gradual decline of age and physique, her "KITTY" trademark gradually declined in the late 1990s and early 20th century. Just when all her colleagues and friends feel sorry, she doesn't feel sad, because, "I have lived something more important and better than all this, because there is my unexpected warmth here, and there is my eternal warmth here-a place called' home'." 1996 is the fifth year of her marriage with her father, and it is also the second spring and autumn when she first tasted all kinds of human beings-yes, it was me, whom she called "son" and who instilled me wholeheartedly.

She choked up when she spoke. In the intermittent voice, I didn't hear what she said, but there was no noise around me, as if I was moved and infected by her sincere language: yes, maybe her sobs were not connected, maybe she had friction, quarrel and misunderstanding with me before, but at this moment, I clearly heard the fiery maternal love hidden under my mother's voice; I clearly heard it, which belongs to the melody of motherhood and monograph.

I looked at my mother and suddenly jumped into her arms, like the mother who had gone through vicissitudes, honors, criticisms, fashions, accusations and fame. I leaned in my mother's arms, listening to the place where we were connected, shared and endured together.

My mother is also a woman, haggard and weak. I hold her hand tightly, like the umbilical cord connected at the beginning, and the palm of my hand is quietly frozen and warm by an inexplicable heat.

She has the success of gymnastics and the honor of aerobics, but all these are so small in front of "home". "I just want to be a good wife and mother now, and I want to open a kindergarten when I have the opportunity, so that I can see those lively little guys every day and think of you and your brother when they were young." She smiled faintly, just like in the wedding photo, full of happiness and satisfaction.

At the end of the long talk, my mother patted me on the shoulder. She is always so relaxed at ordinary times. Now, the meaning is different. I am growing up, and at the same time, she is getting old.

Mom is heating eggs in the microwave again, and she is very confused. She looked silly after washing her face with a towel. She has a funny idea of accidentally "saving" the water after washing vegetables and brushing teeth, but she is still my mother, or those eyes that make me feel small in front of maternal love. I told myself that I was growing up and she was getting old.

However, she is my mother.