儿子的出生,曾经是我们的骄傲,两岁的时候,他就能背十几首儿歌、几十首古诗,讲起故事来更是绘声绘色,而且,故事里的各种关系他也能清晰地记住。他还很喜欢画画儿,经常是一边画,嘴里一边嘟嘟囔囔。比如有一次他边画边嘟囔:小房子,小小家,住着两个布娃娃。布娃娃,不乖啦,一下子,跑出家,一个飞天上,一个趴地下。我正在书桌上写东西,听他竟然能押韵,便随手记在了台历上。儿子的聪明使我们欣慰,又让我们忧心。记得上 His son’s birth was once our pride. When he was two years old, he was able to recite dozens of his first songs and dozens of ancient poems and tell stories to make his story more vivid and vivid. Moreover, remember. He also likes to draw pictures, often drawing on one side and muffling in his mouth. For example, once he mumbled while painting: a small house, a small house, lived with two rag dolls. Doll, not good friends, all of a sudden, ran out of home, a sky, a lying underground. I was writing something on my desk, listening to him even rhyme, then readily recorded in the calendar. Our son’s intelligence makes us happy, let us worry again. Remember