成为妈妈,是我人生中最幸福的事,没有之一……窗将暴躁的寒风隔绝在外,只许灿烂的阳光照进来,书房里暖暖的。咖啡的香气一点点弥散,我种的花花草草们都显得精神奕奕。冬日的上午11点,这是我一天中最爱的时刻。坐在电脑旁,扒拉着回忆,想为你写点什么。你都快10岁了,个头快有我高了,给我写过无数封信。但是我,好像还一直把你当成3岁小孩儿。 Become a mother, is the happiest thing in my life, not one ... ... Window will be isolated from the cold tempestuous wind, only bright sunshine come in, warm in the study. A little dispersion of coffee aroma, I kind of flowers and plants who are full of energy. Winter at 11 am, this is my favorite moment of the day. Sitting next to the computer, pick up memories, want to write something for you. You are almost 10 years old, I’m almost fast, wrote me countless letters. But I, it seems, always treated you as a 3-year-old.