Mother, why did you take off your beautiful feather coat and put on the coarse cloth of the world?

This is really a beautiful story. Every girl was once a beautiful, delicate and weak fairy. They looked at themselves in the water all day long. They were surprised by their beautiful feathers and skin. They stared at their youth for a long time. One day, the feather coat disappeared. The fairy changed into coarse cloth and decided to be a mother. Some people said that the feather coat was locked, others said that the husband locked it.

But the fairy doesn't know where the feather coat is? She can fly. She can fly when she puts on her feather coat, but she can't bear to fly away. Perhaps, when no one is around, my mother often takes out the old box with the feather coat and touches the soft feathers with sad eyes, but she just pats the feathers and locks the box silently.

The author Zhang Xiaofeng also remembered the secret box of his mother, which was full of memories of youth and endless beauty. Mother just put the good things at the bottom of the box and took them out to expose to the sun every year in the dog days. When she opened the box, the happy and self-sufficient expression and the carefully missed posture were really the posture of the fairy clinging to the feather coat.

I also felt a lot of emotion after reading this moving story. Every girl is a carefree, comfortable and happy little fairy. They make noise, they jump, they talk and laugh on the green grassland, they play on the high rainbow top, and they swim in the blue sea and river. Life is happy and full, calm and satisfied. However, they are going to be mothers. They need to have their own families and children. They need to start working hard and getting old. Finally one day, the feather clothes they indulged in day by day represent the feather clothes of youth and the past, and they don't know where they have gone. Where the hell did you go? Maybe only those fairies know.

Everyone said that she was locked by her husband, but the key was in the fairy's most secret heart. The little fairy became a mother, a great mother, taking care of the children day and night, taking care of her husband, tailoring, cooking, cleaning and feeding chickens. The little fairy no longer goes to KTV with her friends to laugh, no longer travels crazily, no longer runs away from home without saying a word, and no longer loses her temper without reason. She became busy and tired, gentle and able to take care of things. She really grew up and understood things.

Day after day, the fairy was tired and tired, but she had no regrets. In the dead of night, the little fairy, who has become her mother, will quietly pull out the antique box, open it quietly and longingly, and listen to the ancient sound of "creaking". All of a sudden, the dust covered the sky, but these are years, beautiful memories left by time.

She will caress the beautiful and demon like feather coat with sad and satisfied eyes, and every stitch and thread of the feather coat has been deeply embedded in her mind. She knew that if she took off her hemp clothes and put on her flighty and beautiful feather clothes, she would fly to the clouds, lose her temper, go shopping and play games with her friends. But everything here has become a habit of life. She can fly away, but she can't bear to leave.

The memories of the past emerged again. The little fairy looked at it wistfully. She might sigh and miss the past. Those happy and wayward memories have become the past. She stared closely at the beautiful feather coat, stroked, and slowly closed these memories.

Yes, she has become a mother, no longer a vexatious fairy. She has her beloved baby and her beloved family. She will try her best to be a good mother instead of the most beautiful fairy.

Oh, she is the most beautiful mother.

One day, she, the mother's daughter, will eventually become a mother from the little fairy. She will also remember, think, and look at her beautiful young feather clothes. Her eyes will also be full of tears.

I can't help thinking. Mom, was she a fairy before? Does she have her own feather coat? Will she open the box quietly and caress the feather coat when I sleep soundly?