"Really? Xiaocong can recite poetry now, can you recite one for Mommy to hear?"
"Of course, I want to be the first to recite it to Mommy. Mommy, I'll recite it now. 'Thoughts on a Quiet Night: Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon, then lower my head and think of my hometown.' Mommy, did I recite it well?" Xiaocong asked eagerly for praise, looking forward to Lin Xinlan's commendation.
Lin Xinlan's eyes suddenly reddened, and she held back her tears, hurriedly nodding and smiling, "Very good, my baby is really amazing, not a single word wrong, you're the most incredible baby in the world!"
"Giggle, Mommy, I want to recite lots and lots of poems, and when you come back, I'll recite them all to you."
"Hmm. After Mommy comes back, I will also buy you lots of toys. Xiaocong, is Grandma at home? Give the phone to Grandma, Mommy wants to talk to Grandma for a bit."
