周末傍晚。儿子放学回来,自己拿出行李包里的游泳裤。“妈妈,我这个星期又游了两次泳。”“真好。孩子,你要坚持。”“妈妈,还是我们男生好,想游泳就游泳。”看着眼前的儿子,我不知不觉放下手中正在摘的青菜,我不明白他想要说什么,但隐隐感到了他要表达的意思。儿子长大了,儿子 Weekend evening. The son came back from school and took out his own swimming trunks in a bag. “Mom, I swam twice again this week.” “That’s good. Child, you have to insist.” “Mom, or we boys are good, want to swim and swim.” Watching the immediate son, I unwittingly put down In the hands of picking vegetables, I do not understand what he wants to say, but faintly feel what he meant to say. The son grew up, son