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Parting feelings

     I left, unable to take you with me; I left you behind on that land. The mud may no longer be the same mud; the playmate may no longer be the same playmate, but the scenery of the fields now belongs entirely to you. But for me, who has been away from home for decades, it has nothing to do with you anymore.

    I love you, but I have to leave you; it's a choice, and it's also a kind of helplessness.

    The full moon was just the beginning of your innocent life; you didn't understand the pain of parting, but I, in a foreign land, experience and savor the meaning of those four words every day, every hour, every second.

    I love you, but I can't stay by your side to cherish and love you. I can

    only use my adult man's arms to support your future.

    You, like me, are a man, and in many situations, you must summon a man's courage to interpret life. I don't demand that you have great wealth and status in the future; I only hope that you live a healthy and happy life, because a healthy mindset will be your lifelong wealth. As for what you do in the future, it's no longer important. What's important is that I believe that no matter what you encounter in the future, you will handle things with composure and magnanimity. And this is my only expectation of you.

    You are still very young, and all your actions are still within the realm of human instinct. Everything in this world is unfamiliar and incomprehensible to you. We just try our best to understand everything about you, afraid that you might feel even the slightest discomfort.

    When you are happy, you laugh without hesitation, whether anyone is around or not. When you are unhappy, you cry your heart out, kicking your little legs powerfully, like a diver underwater. There is no need to hide any of this, because this is the most authentic you.

    After your one-month celebration, your father will resolutely leave you to start a new life in another social class. I dare not take you to the remote parts of the city, for fear that the heat of the city will harm you, and even more so, that the noise of the city will disturb you. I can only let you and your mother stay in our hometown, so that she can take good care of you. Because the tranquility of the countryside is more conducive to your growth after your one-month celebration.

    Wait, your father will definitely bring you out, where there will be no sorrow of parting, only the joy of a happy family.

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