执子之手,相携相送,是两代人之间最简洁的温暖;送君千里,终有一别,看着孩子走进茫茫人海,恰如卫星甩开火箭的残骸。小学二年级时,九斤刚好8岁。由于我下班的时间不固定,我想让他放学自己回家,顺便还能锻炼下他的独立性。我跟九斤说了我的想法,他很开心,蹦跳着把一串钥匙拴起来挂在脖子上说:“妈妈,你放心吧,我行!” Hold your hand, hand in hand, is the simplest of the two generations of warmth; send Jun miles, finally one, watching the children into the boundless sea, just as the satellite thrown away the wreckage. When the second grade primary school, nine pounds just 8 years old. Because I was out of get off work time is not fixed, I want him to go home after school, by the way can exercise his independence. I told Jiulin said my thoughts, he was very happy, bouncing a key to hang around his neck and said: “Mom, do not worry, I line! ”