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午后的阳光正好,我费尽心思地在那儿埋头拼图,细密的汗珠没时间擦拭,忙着一块一块找那些同样形状的图块,一个一个地试着,终于图案完全严丝合缝,我长长舒了一口气,旁边那个男孩拍手欢叫:“对了对了,拼好了拼好了!”为了这幅300块的拼图,我低着头、弓着腰,拼了整整两个小时。当然这孩子也没闲着,他一直在我旁边专注地看着我,不时还给我提提建议。这是我儿子三四岁时,我们家经常出现的场景。那些光阴、那些时间就这样一点点“浪费”了。
The sunshine in the afternoon just happened. I tried my best to dig my puzzle there. The delicate sweat did not have time to wipe it. I was busy searching for pieces of the same shape piece by piece. Trying one by one, finally the pattern was perfectly matched. Breathing, next to the boy clapping: “Yes, the spell is good!” “For this piece of 300 puzzles, I bowed, bowed, spell a full two hours . Of course, this child is not idle, he has been watching me next to me, from time to time give me suggestions. This is the scene where my son often appears when my son is three or four years old. Those times, those times a little bit of ”waste" of the.