Some readers commented, "I hope my parents can read this book so that they can understand why I am crying." For us who have grown up, growth is an inescapable fact, whether we like it or not, whether we are happy or not. The process of growing up is accompanied by some negative emotions and experiences such as pain, anxiety and uneasiness. There are many things I can't tell others, especially my parents. We look at such a book written by a child, and look at the child's real thinking about the confusion of growth, as if through time and space, back to the same confused child as a child. All the loneliness, grievances and fragility accumulated in childhood have found their way out here. Looking at the stories of these seven children is also to use their childhood to cure our regretful childhood.
When I mentioned my childhood, the first picture that came to my mind was playing with mud and catching earthworms in the fields. When you are lucky, you can meet your peers and play with them, but more often you are there by yourself. When I was tired of playing, I went home. Later, I went to primary school, and I went to school alone. Rain or shine, I always put an umbrella in my schoolbag. Perhaps I am used to getting along with myself since I was a child, so my ability to be alone has soared to the point where I can move to see a doctor alone when I grow up. Maybe every child likes to be accompanied at first, but if there is no one to accompany, then she (he) will learn to accompany herself. Children who don't have umbrellas will always learn to play them themselves. However, if someone is with him, the child should be happier!
Jia Jia, a child who lacks parents' company in the book, her mother likes watching mobile phones very much, and always neglects to accompany Jia Jia. Later, Jia Jia became a seed, and it needed to be watered and talked by her mother every day to change back to the original Jia Jia. At the end of the story, my mother accompanied this seed every day, and this seed finally changed back to Jiajia. Mom no longer plays with her mobile phone, but plays with Jiajia. You see, children are so naive and kind. In children's eyes, the story must have a happy ending.
Fortunately, I came across this warm and healing little book and quickly read more than 100 pages. I hope this book can also make you forget your childhood regrets in front of the screen and bring you warmth.