Middle-aged women’s complaining partners

　　My mother, my grandmother, and their two generations of married women, all together, are those things of mother-in-law and sister-in-law, all kinds of spit, dissatisfaction and gossip. In our generation, middle-aged girls got together, and all the objects of spitting became their own babies. The middle age here has nothing to do with age, especially the mothers whose children go to middle school.
　　It’s okay for children to go to elementary school, it’s not too expensive for mom, and friends circle can occasionally see sunbathing babies. Even if there is some disharmony, mothers can laugh it off in a teasing tone. Since Eva entered junior high school, her painting style has reversed. Parent-child relationship has encountered unprecedented tension in the cold winter.
　　The sunshine is just right, and the breeze is not dry. on the boulevard, a park near a middle school, is crowded with middle-aged women. Waiting for the children’s gap, they came to a "complaining conference." A crackling, crazy output, comparable to the live broadcast of the dissatisfied wife.
　　"My boy, now in high school, is a bully! Why don’t you fight? I still can’t beat him! " Mother Li patted her knees with indignation, as if to take a picture of her disappointing son and hang it up for public display. Next to Zhang’s mother, she nodded: "It’s true that it’s early to hit the child. I can’t beat my son now."
　　"Ah, you this calculate what, my princess is a difficult to serve! As soon as I got home, I knew it was hard to talk to her with my mobile phone. We are both disgusted now. " Mother Wang shook her head and sighed. Where is the little princess who used to be good at singing and dancing and often danced in her circle of friends? "You this is nothing, my family that is really a little ancestor, don’t do homework, don’t tidy up the room, play games, and talk back! Threatening me at every turn. " Cao’ s mother looked helpless and had a full face of "life without love".
　　The sense of the picture is coming. A group of middle-aged women are sitting together. At this moment, they are comrades-in-arms in the same trench and partners who talk to each other-complaining partners. Everyone’s face says, "I’m too difficult." Their expressions are colorful, from anger to helplessness, from sighing to wry smile, just like a living picture of parents.
　　"Now the child zha? Eat, drink, serve, and always give us a slap in the face. When we were young, how could we be so worried? " Mother Liu suddenly launched a philosophical thinking, and her eyes flashed with beautiful memories of the past. Mother Chen took over the conversation, as if she had returned to that obedient era: "Yes, at that time, our parents were uncompromising, so how dare they not listen."
　　A wave of memory killings, a bitter memory, and a gnashing accusation …
　　The school bell rang at the right time, ending this "complaining conference". Mothers got up one after another, quickly switched to another mode, put on a smile and walked over to the children. With the output just now, some of the emotional garbage has been dumped, and mothers can fight against the sky and face the pieces of life with great energy.

□ Zhang Chunmiao