当你从社交媒体中， 发现自己的孩子好丰富、好鲜活，甚至有点点陌生的时候，有一种奇怪的感觉，就好像一朵花，来自于你这份土壤，摇曳着你依稀的影子，又分明带着自己的芬芳。
这就意味着他已经把自己从土壤中拔出，开始了新的奇遇。
风吹过土壤，土壤轻轻地说，“”看，我的孩子长大了！“
孩子小的时候就读过纪伯伦的《孩子》，再读一遍，理解更深。
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Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. - Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, Chapter 4
