Touch my heart – 忘忧草

Since when, my memories were filled with another girl. A second one who has steals my heart away. I cannot do anything without noticing her present. She was there when I am listening to my favorite music. She was there when I saw other parents push their little girl into MRT in a walker. She is here as I blog.

Ruth invented her own language recently, which she speaks with enthusiasm. Without understanding a single word, I know they mean love. I cannot recall how I got home, it is because my heart reaches first.

I freeze the moment. The moment melts me.

我爱花草。近来我周围的自然界，色彩忽然缤纷起来，仿如家里娇艳的小草，随处就往我所到之处，任意开放。我看到她在树上。我看到她在花丛间。我看到她，在地铁，听见她，在对面夫妇的婴儿手推车里。我回家的路变成一段无声电影，心随着耳，已经到家了。

芊儿有了自创的语言。除了爸爸，妈妈，我一句也没听懂。我只知道那是爱。那是宝贝的语文，听不进脑，却直透心中。

我凝视着永恒，融化在其中。她是我家的忘忧草。