He wants to eat marshmallows made of clouds, and I want to do what he wants

In the afternoon , Play downstairs with children , I sat on the bench reading , He was playing with water . A gust of wind passed , A few leaves fell in the wind . Autumn may be coming soon . Everything in front of you , Suddenly let me feel the passage of time , The change of years .

After a while , Children come and sit next to me and chat . He doesn't quite understand the world , There is a logic in speech , At the same time, it is full of innocence and hope . White clouds float in the sky , He thought it was a marshmallow , It would be nice to have a mouthful of clouds ！ And I thought , white clouds change into grey dogs , The clouds change , OK and in a hurry .

The moment I looked at him , I suddenly understood , This is probably the meaning of giving birth to a life ！ Is a continuation of life , Circle of life . Let me grow old , Not afraid to move forward .