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Ephemeris 278 September 21 Sunny
Ah Tu is going to kindergarten today. When he called him to get up in the morning, his four claws firmly grasped the quilt, and he refused to get up. He muttered aggrievedly, "Baba, I'm growing up on the bed!"
When he is not going to school, Ah Tu can get up at 8:00, and when he goes to school, he has to get up at 7:00.
I simply wrapped this bald man with a quilt and took him off the bed. When I took Ah Tu to the bathroom, I saw Bo Bo in front of the Tianzi window, neatly dressed, with two small hands on the window, and the tip of his slightly upturned nose against the glass—
He stood on tiptoe and looked out the window.
There is a small balcony outside the window, and there are a few pots of flowers and vegetables on the balcony. When I watered the potted plants last night, I found that there were mud nests blown down by the wind next to the pots.
The nest used to be home to a large family, but when the chicks grew up, the family flew away, leaving only an empty mud nest under our roof.
I think that in the month that our family left Seventeen Stars, maybe on a rainy night, this mud nest was wet by the rain, blown off by the strong wind, and finally fell on the balcony.
I just took a shower last night, and I didn't clean up that mud nest in time for fear of getting my hands dirty when I touched it. Speaking of which, I have already let go of this bird's nest twice.
The first time was after the swallows flew away in the spring. I wanted to clean up the mud nest, but Bo Bo stopped me. I still remember that he held my trousers and said softly to me: " Baba, if swallows fly back next year and find that their home is gone, what should I do?"
Po Po may have some kind of special affection for that bird's nest. Shortly after Bobo was born in the spring, swallows came to us to build their nests and hatched young swallows. At that time, little Bo Bo would look up at the bird's nest on the small round window every day.
Once, I asked Bo Bo out of curiosity, "You go to see the bird's nest every day, what can you see? Do you know how many chicks are in the nest?"
Because from his angle, he could only occasionally see adult swallows flying out for food.
But what I didn't expect was that Bo Bo nodded with certainty and told me that there were five little swallows.
I stepped on the chair to look at the nest of swallows, and I did find five little swallows. The group of little swallows may have heard the sound from my side, and collectively stretched their necks and turned their big mouths towards me.
They are not cute at all when they are waiting to be fed, I think they are ugly. I asked Bobo if he wanted to see Xiaoyanzi, Bobo nodded and said yes, I put Bobo on my shoulder and pointed it to him.
I asked him, how do you know there are five little swallows.
Bo Bo said to me earnestly, "I heard that every little swallow's cry is different."
Those swallows chirp and chirp non-stop every morning. I feel that every "chirp" is the same, and I don't know how chirps distinguish different chirps.
Thinking of this, I took Ah Tu's footsteps towards the bathroom and paused, "What are you looking at?" I asked Bo Bo.
Bobo said, "Baba, the swallows' homes have fallen. Do you think the swallows will come next year?"
I have no idea.
Bo Bo looked out the window again, his eyes fell on the balcony, he said very lightly, as if to himself: "I can't come back..."
I don't understand the meaning of boo boo.
Today after the kindergarten, when I picked up Ah Tu and Bo Bo home, I saw Bo Bo put his little head against the car window, and while looking out the window, he hummed softly: "The sun goes down and still climbs up tomorrow morning, thanks for the flowers. It will be the same next year, the beautiful bird is gone, and my youthful bird will never come back~ My youthful bird will never come back..."
What is Bo Bo thinking
Ephemeris 278 September 22 Light Rain
I was woken up by the sound of the autumn rain hitting the window. When I opened my eyes, I suddenly found that Bo Bo had opened the small window on the Datian character window.
He stepped on the small bench and reached out the window to catch the rain.
I don't know when Bo Bo woke up, I'm used to the existence of Bo Bo and Ah Tu, and the little noises they make sometimes can't wake me up. For example, Ah Tu's little snoring, and the sound of Bo Bo's lightly getting up.
Today I sent Ah Tu and Bo Bo to school. Because of the rain, Ah Tu and Bo Bo put on the newly bought little raincoats. I held a big black umbrella and we walked slowly in the rain. Ah Tu was proud of wearing rain boots and raincoats, thinking that he was fully armed and not afraid of getting his clothes wet.
So he stepped into the puddle specially, and as soon as he stepped on it, he made a "poof", and the water splashed everywhere. Today, he is no longer a small tractor, but a small sprinkler.
I lifted the little sprinkler to prevent it from splashing on the clean boo boo beside it.
As we approached the kindergarten, the rain suddenly stopped. A rainbow appeared in the blue sky. At this moment, everything in this world seemed to have been washed by the rain, and it seemed so clean and beautiful.
"Baba, what is this?! It's so pretty-"
This was the first time Ah Tu and Bo Bo saw a rainbow, and they couldn't help but wow. As for me, have I ever seen a rainbow? I don't remember anymore, maybe I have seen it, maybe that day was a very ordinary day for me, it was plain, maybe that rainbow was plain, so now I don't even remember it.
I told them it was a rainbow.
"If only I could see a rainbow every day!" Ah Tu said loudly.
When the gatekeeper heard Ah Tu's words, he walked out of the guard room, squatted in front of Ah Tu and said, "Little Ah Tu, have you seen the sprinkler? The water splashed from the roof of the car—" He broke two One-fingered hand draws an arc in mid-air.
His finger stopped at the end of the arc, "On a sunny day, there will be a little rainbow here, chasing the sprinkler all the time."
A bald blue eyes twinkled, full of yearning, "Wow—so good—"
The old janitor who retired from Star Wars gently wiped the small water droplets on the tip of Ah Bald's nose with his remaining fingers. "Go to class, you haven't been here for a long time, so listen carefully to the teacher's lecture."
Huwei swung around restlessly in his raincoat, and Ah Tu Lai asked at the gate, "Where is the sprinkler?"
"When I was out of school, little bald came to ask me, grandpa can't remember now." He patted bald on the small shoulder and told him to enter the kindergarten quickly, then looked at Bo Bo, and said with a smile, "Boo Are you still thinking about a flower and a world today?"
Bo Bo shook his head and said softly, "I'm thinking of rain."
"Xiao Bobo has so many things to think about, let's go to class!"
I watched the backs of Bo Bo and Ah Tu leaving, Ah Tu specifically stepped into the water and trotted. Bo Bo walked slowly, he took off the little hat from his raincoat, and took a few steps to see the rainbow in the sky.
The floor was full of sixpence, but he looked up and saw the moon. I suddenly remembered this sentence, and also thought of Bo Bo's name, He Zhuoyue.
I'm a failed father, and I don't even have a gatekeeper who knows my kids better.
One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. This is a sentence that Ru Ge mentioned casually when he told the story of the little monk. I have always known that Ah Tu likes little monks, but I never knew that Bo Bo likes "one flower, one world".
Ah Tu is an extroverted child. What he likes, he will talk about it, and he will keep on babbling all day long. He sticks to me all day long, and he will tell me what he likes and what he hates.
Bo Bo is different. He is not clingy and likes to be alone. Sometimes I can't find him. He can always find a quiet place for himself and stay there for a long time. At that time, I was a little afraid to disturb him.
Bo Bo's private space is so small and so quiet, it seems that as soon as I go in, I will crowd out that small space.
Tonight I asked Bo Bo if I could throw away the mud nest on the balcony. I forgot to clean it up yesterday, but when I think about it today, my first reaction is whether Bo Bo is unwilling.
Bo Bo nodded and said yes, he was also ready to come and help.
I cleaned the balcony with Bo Bo, he put on small gloves and put the broken bird's nest into the bag. Autumn evenings are quiet, no cicadas, no croaking, and no annoying buzzing.
"Does Bo Bo like rainy days?" I asked him.
Bo Bo pursed his lips and smiled shyly, neither saying he liked it, nor did he say he didn't like it. I remember him grinning happily when he was born, and I remember him having no teeth and a sweet smile.
When did he laugh so shyly
"I like it." Bo Bo answered me.
"Does Bo Bo like to put his hands out of the window to catch the rain?" I continued to ask, I think I might not be suitable for chatting. My question is more or less pressing. Boo Boo's answer made me even more regretful.
Bo Bo was a little uneasy: "Baba, did I wake you up today?"
I quickly said no. Bo Bo breathed a sigh of relief, he lowered his head and tied the bag. I saw the swirl of hair on the top of his head and wanted to touch his head, but suddenly I remembered that my hands were muddy and dirty.
"I was thinking—" Bo Bo raised his head and looked at the sky, his blue eyes reflecting the starry sky, "Are there many transparent people in a drop of rain?"
"They are small, people are transparent, the sky is transparent, the whole world in the raindrops is transparent."
"When the raindrops fall on the ground, the whole world is destroyed."
This is the wonderful world in Bo Bo's eyes. He has experienced such a wonderful journey to another world since he opened the window in the morning. In his eyes, every drop of rain is different in the world.
Some raindrops will fall on the roof ahead of time, on the leaves, and on his hands. Those raindrop worlds would have a shorter lifespan.
And some raindrops will fall in the lake, in the puddles, in the sea, and the ripples that the raindrops hit on the water surface, is it the performance of the two worlds saying hello
The rainbow is even more amazing, a rainbow can have so many colors, but it appears so many times. Will Rainbow know that everyone loves it? Why does it only appear after heavy rain
Is it because it likes the rain, but dare not let the rain know
Bo Bo has always been curious, is it the world we live in, in a small marble, held in the hands of a big giant, or is our world in a story told by a voice.
Just as Ruge told him and Ah Tuo the story of the little monk, there was also a person who was telling the stories of him and Ah Tu, and I and Ruge to other children.
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