不知是几世的修行,我做了你的妈妈。记得你出生的那一天,早春三月,风雪交加。你粉嫩的小脸和阴沉的天空形成强烈的反差。那时候,你的小手太软,我甚至不敢触摸。你的小脸上挂了一层淡淡的绒毛,眼睛黑黑的,四处张望。你摸索着把小手放在眼睛上或者脸蛋上,小嘴就开始了急切地吸吮。等小手终于找到了嘴巴,你的小嘴就发出吧嗒吧嗒的声音。等我把乳头交给你的时候,你总是用嘴含着一个,再用手护着另一个,眼睛警惕地转来转去。其实,你真是太小气了,根本就没有人和你抢。 I do not know how to practice a few generations, I made your mother. Remember the day you were born, early spring in March, snow and ice. Your pink little face and gloomy sky form a strong contrast. At that time, your little hand was too soft and I could not even touch it. Your little face hung with a touch of fuzz, dark eyes, and looked around. You groping with your hand on your eyes or face, the mouth began to suck urgently. And other small hands finally found his mouth, your mouth will be issued it da da da voice. When I give you my nipples, you always have one in your mouth, another one in your hand, and your eyes warily turn around. Actually, you are so stingy that nobody is robbing you at all.