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一天晚上,我发现渐渐入睡的儿子手心里攥着一块并不起眼的黑色小石头。我欲将石头轻轻取出, 儿子一怔,十分认真地告诉我那是他的“愿望石”。我微笑地拧了拧儿子胖乎乎的小脸:“傻孩子,过生日时许愿才灵。”“不,妈妈,有了愿望石也可以许愿的。”并把它郑重其事地放在我的手心,说:“妈妈,你也许个愿吧!”我许愿?那幼小年纪里都少做的事,如今幻想的年龄早巳过去,一些愿望也隐藏在了记忆的最深层……可为了不使儿子失望,我点了点头。
One night, I found my son, falling asleep, clutching an obscurant little black stone in his heart. I would like to gently remove the stone, his son Yi Zheng, very serious to tell me that it is his “wish stone.” I smiled and twisted her son chubby little face: “silly boy, birthday wish wishing talent. ” “No, my mother, with the wish stone can make a wish. ” And put it solemnly Put my hand on my heart and said: “Mom, you may wish it!” "I wish? That young age are doing less, and now the age of fantasy is already past, some of the wishes are also hidden in the memory of the most Deep ... I nodded to not disappoint my son.