我不是一个悲观主义者,但我常常痛苦地感到,人生长剧中,悲剧色彩往往太重、太浓。小时候,听不进父母的教诲,到自己当了父母,才真真切切体验到他们的苦心,叹惜人生不售回程票,不能按父母的教诲与希望使自己从头活起。连想好好回报一下父母的养育之恩也来不及:或父母撒手人寰离我远去,或人隔千里孝心难递,或父母老了好多东西咬不烂咽不进……我们爱孩子,远远胜于爱自己,甚至连梦中都盼着孩子有出息,从胎教开始,一直到孩子鼻子下长出了一层密密的胡 I am not a pessimist, but I often feel painfully that the tragedies are often too heavy and too thick in people’s play. When I was a child, I did not listen to the teachings of my parents. When I became my own parents, I really experienced their painstaking efforts. I lamented the unforgivable return of life and did not allow myself to live up to her abilities. Even want to return a good parenting care grace too late: or my parents wandering off from me, or separated by thousands of filial hardships, or a lot of things old parents bite not swallow ... ... we love children, far Rather than love yourself, even dreams are waiting for children to make a difference, from the beginning of prenatal care until the child has grown under the nose a thick layer of Hu