亲爱的宝贝儿，祝你二十岁生日快乐----当妈妈慢慢翻开相册选取照片给你做生日影频时，记忆又把妈妈拉回到了二十年前。照片里盈满了回忆，把一扇扇多时没有驻步的门窗都打开，唤醒了沉睡的点点滴滴，融化了妈妈的心。这种感觉哪里是可以用语言文字表达的？
妈妈只能用自己拙劣的文笔，梳理梳理那已逝去的岁月，虽然带给妈妈的是皱纹和沧桑，但令人欣喜的是它带给你的是一步步的成长。
原谅妈妈不善整理，有些照片已无从考证时间。
你小时候怎么可以这么可爱？那灿烂顽皮的笑容，看得妈妈心里暖暖的，眼里却是感动感慨的泪；一晃我的儿子竟然二十岁了。
你是个很省心的孩子。只有在你出生时，护士嫌你只是哼哼不过瘾，你被护士打屁股打哭以外，基本没有你哭过的印象。你总是很安静，很好带，让妈妈误解为养孩子长大都是小菜一碟儿，很容易。所以妈妈很快忘了十月怀胎不能进食的痛苦，好了伤疤忘了疼，顺天意地把弟弟带到世上，才真正认识到一母生九子，九子各不同这句话的精髓。
你自己曾经孤单了三年，然后你有了一个最最亲密的小玩伴，大概你也把他当成一个能哭能笑的小玩具：那个在他刚出生时你嫌他丑，很快就诚心诚意关爱的小弟弟。他大概是这个世界上可以陪伴你时间最长的人。
你适应角色转化的速度很快，从独生子的要霸占父母所有的爱，不要我们对弟弟多看一眼，到愿意和爸爸妈妈一起共同把爱给弟弟。你像个小大人儿一样在妈妈忙时哄着弟弟玩儿，坐在床上抱着他。。。。。。那时你才仅仅三岁。
你一直是个懂事乖巧的好孩子：宅心仁厚，温和良善。没印象你会对人不友好。别人对你的不友善你也不会回应，颇有点儿唾面自干的气度。
妈妈不太会管你们学习，但带着你们玩儿，却是干劲儿十足。从小到大，各种体育你都尝试过：游泳，篮球，橄榄球，足球。。。。。。那时还让你学了网球，只是你的时间安排太满，实在没有办法再去上课。
七岁开始学琴，钢琴学到中学。因为学校要求中学上一年艺术课，你个子大，所以你钟爱大提琴。你是有天赋的，即使音乐不会成为职业，但愿音乐能伴你一生，给你的生活增加更多色彩。
像所有的孩子一样你贪玩儿，而妈妈对学习一向有一些歪理论，认为快乐更重要，又不太善于管你的学习，这就更助长了你的玩儿心。最后只能是爸爸监督着你。你是个很聪明有天赋的孩子，只是太贪玩儿。我们并不是一定要当虎爸虎妈，只是不想你埋没了自己的天赋。
也许多少年后回头看，你可能会埋怨我们为什么没有好好推你，没有让你更好；或者埋怨我们有时对你太严厉。。。。。。只想告诉你我们都很爱你，也许我们有时对你的教育并不得当，因为人生阅历是个大学问，我们也一直在学习。说句被人都说烂的话：我们的初衷都是为你好。
二十岁啦，你的人生路要你自己走，我们会越来越放手，希望你努力认真做事儿，不要太懒散，埋没了你的天分。
儿子，妈妈现在只有一个问题：你都二十岁了，啥时学会拱白菜？
不管怎样，你是我的亲儿子，我永远爱你，祝你二十岁生日快乐，幸福永远！
My dear baby, I wish you a happy 20th birthday---- when mom slowlyflipped through our photo album to make the 20th birthday movie for you, the memory took mom back twentyyears. The photos are filled with memories. It is like opening doors or windows that have been closed for long time, waking me up gradually from a deep sleep.Mom's heart melted. How can this feeling even be expressed in words?
Mom can only use her own clumsy writing, grooming the times that have elapsed, although they have only brought mom the wrinkles and vicissitudes of life, but what’s gratifying is that it gives you a steady growth, one step at a time.
Forgive Mom for her poor organizing, the times of some photos have been difficult to trace back.
How could have you been such a cute kiddo? That brilliant mischievous smile, it warms mom’s heart, moved to tears full of emotion, sighing,my son is alreadytwenty years old.
Mom can only use her own clumsy writing, grooming the times that have elapsed, although they have only brought mom the wrinkles and vicissitudes of life, but what’s gratifying is that it gives you a steady growth, one step at a time.
Forgive Mom for her poor organizing, the times of some photos have been difficult to trace back.
How could have you been such a cute kiddo? That brilliant mischievous smile, it warms mom’s heart, moved to tears full of emotion, sighing,my son is alreadytwenty years old.
You are a child that gave me no worries. Even whenyou were born, the nurse thought youwere too quiet, humming softly to yourself. Other than when that nurse spanked you to make you cry, I have basically no impressions of you crying.You were always very quiet, very easy to take care of, so that mom wrongly assumed that raising children would be a piece of cake.Mom quickly forgotthe pain of 9 months of pregnancy, when it was impossible to even eat. Once on shore, one prays no more. Following the will of God, I brought your brother into the world, only to realize that when a mother has nine sons, each of the nine is different, that is essence of the saying. Just because you were easy to bring up doesn’t mean he was too.
You werealone for three years, but then you had the most intimate little playmate, probablyyou also considered him as a little toy that can laugh and cry. When hewas born, you thought he was too ugly, but soonyou became a sincerely caring olderbrother. He is probably the one person who will walk by your side longest in the world.
You adapted quickly and transformed from the role of the only son who occupies all the love of both parents,not letting us look at your brother more, to someone who willingly shared love with mom and dad for your brother. You were like a little adult, coaxing brother while mom was busy, sitting on the bed holding him. . . . . . At that timeyou were just three years old.
You adapted quickly and transformed from the role of the only son who occupies all the love of both parents,not letting us look at your brother more, to someone who willingly shared love with mom and dad for your brother. You were like a little adult, coaxing brother while mom was busy, sitting on the bed holding him. . . . . . At that timeyou were just three years old.
You have always been a sensible and well-behaved boy, a kind soul. I never had the impression you would mistreat someone. Even when others were unfriendly, you would still turn the other cheek.
Mom didn’t know how to get you to study, but enthusiastically drove youto play. From young to old, you have tried all kinds of sports: swimming, basketball, soccer, football. . . . . . At the time we also tried to get you to learn tennis, but your schedule was too full, there is no way to get to class.
Mom didn’t know how to get you to study, but enthusiastically drove youto play. From young to old, you have tried all kinds of sports: swimming, basketball, soccer, football. . . . . . At the time we also tried to get you to learn tennis, but your schedule was too full, there is no way to get to class.
At seven years old, you began learning piano up untilmiddle school. Because schools require at least on year of the arts, and because you were a big boy, so you cherished the cello. Youare gifted, even if the music does not become your career path, I hope the music can always be with you, add morecolor to your life.
Like all other kids, you love to play,but mom always had some crooked learning theory, that happinessis more important, but I wasn’t toogood at guiding your learning, which also encouraged your love of fun. In the end, it was only your father who could manage your studies. You are a verysmart and talented child, but you just loved to play. We didn’t necessarily want to be aTiger Dad and Tiger Mom; we just did not want you to bury your talent.
Like all other kids, you love to play,but mom always had some crooked learning theory, that happinessis more important, but I wasn’t toogood at guiding your learning, which also encouraged your love of fun. In the end, it was only your father who could manage your studies. You are a verysmart and talented child, but you just loved to play. We didn’t necessarily want to be aTiger Dad and Tiger Mom; we just did not want you to bury your talent.
Maybe a few years later, looking back, you mightgo on about why we did not push you, why we did not make you better; or complain about how we were sometimes too hard on you. . . . . . We just want to tell you that we all love you, perhaps sometimes our guidance was not right for you, because life experience is a great source of knowledge, we have been learning. A phrase that’s been said all too often: Our intention is for your own good.
Twenty years old now, your path in life is way you want itto go. We will let go more and more. I hope you seriously exert yourself, do not be too lethargic, bury your talent.
Twenty years old now, your path in life is way you want itto go. We will let go more and more. I hope you seriously exert yourself, do not be too lethargic, bury your talent.
Son, nowmom has only one question: You are already twenty years old, when are you going learn how to wriggle the cabbage?
Anyway, you are my dearest son, I will always love you. I wish you a Happy Twentieth Birthday! Happy Forever!
Anyway, you are my dearest son, I will always love you. I wish you a Happy Twentieth Birthday! Happy Forever!
