It's good that you have grown up. This road is full of joy, but it is not sad. On this road, I laughed and cried. ...
But with you walking with me, even tears are full of happiness.
I have forgotten how many years ago that was. I only remember that you came to Huangzhou from the countryside with a few steamed buns. At that time,
I am just an ignorant teenager, and I am curious to ask you, "What is this white thing?" You quickly explained, "This ... is food. I planted it myself and made it myself! " I can't wait to take it away and take a big bite. What is this? It's dry and hard, and it has no taste at all. Do you eat this stuff all day? I brought you my favorite beef jerky, but you can't bear to taste it. You said you didn't like it, but you spent all your hard-earned money on me.
It took me many years to realize and understand your love for me. ...
When I want to repay you and be filial to you, the bad news comes again: you accidentally slipped and broke your right hand while doing farm work, and it will take half a year to recover.
Back home, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm happy and sad. When I see your haggard appearance, my heart is full of bitterness. Unconsciously, my eyes were red, but I tried my best not to shed tears. I want to give you a smile, I want to give you happiness, although it is just a smile mixed with tears and a sad happiness.
I still remember the scene when you sent me away: you were wearing a shiny bandage and taking care of your pale and dry face. Your eye socket has deepened and your pace is far less flexible than before, but you still smile and persist.
"Be sure to study hard! Don't disappoint grandma's hope. Grandma is a farmer and has never read any books. Don't worry about grandma, concentrate on your studies ... "You seem incoherent.
My eyes are red again, but I absolutely won't allow tears to flow out.
Walking on the winding mountain road, although there are stumbling stones everywhere, happiness is getting closer and closer to you.
Grandma, this is what I want. I will always be with you ...
It's good to have you on the road of growth. The long road of life, you are like dew, I am like a bee. You are like the wind, I am the rain; You are like a street lamp, I am a passer-by; All in all, it's good to have you. ...
It's good to have your teaching.
I failed the exam, my heart was broken on my way home, and the surrounding scenery was eclipsed. Go home, close the door, sit by the window and look out. It is raining! Take a walk! The drizzle kept hitting my cheeks, as if to reprimand me for my failure in study. At this moment, you came from behind me, I know, because you closed the door and followed me. You came over and patted me on the shoulder, and some meaningful words made me regain my confidence and stop being sad. The sky has also cleared up.
It's good to have your encouragement.
I walked on my way home, repeating the distance between home and school. I feel dizzy and want to go. Aren't you going?
When I got home, I was hesitant to take part in the urban calligraphy competition. I found you and told you my thoughts and my confusion. You said, "Go ahead and focus on participation. When you grow up, you will have more memorable things. How nice! " This sincere sentence made me realize that I had to go!
It is good to have your criticism.
Junior high school. Made a few friends who stayed at home doing nothing. The one near the ink is black, and the one near Zhu Zhechi is black. This is a good point. I started fooling around all day and soaking in Internet cafes. Academic performance has plummeted. As for me, I don't care. Forget it! At this time, you found me in the Internet cafe. You take me home. Say to me sternly: "Do you still want to study? It makes me sad that you are so depraved now. Has your father forgotten all his high hopes for you? " What is the life of hardworking people? You know that. What is the life of people who have fun in China and Japan? You know that. Study! Learning is your own business and the key to success. "A few words of earnest struck my heart and shook my heartstrings. After that day, my mind was soaked clean, as if waking up and starting a new beat.
On the road of life full of swamps and thorns, you can't live without it, because it's good to have you!
On the way to growing up, when I was three years old, I was very naughty. The teacher made trouble and played some practical jokes. But my mother has been very strict with me since I was a child, often hitting me and scolding me. Even sometimes, I hate her a little and feel that I am not her own.
How old are you when you wet the bed, don't eat, spit out imported food, and so on. My mother always puts her hand up and hits me mercilessly.
When I am old, no matter what I do wrong, big or small, she will hit her hand with a ruler and her ass with a belt to show cruelty.
When I was eight or nine years old, my mother hit me the hardest. She hit me with a belt, a ruler and a clothesline. Something that can hit people has almost become her tool to hit me.
That summer, a classmate and I had an argument over a book and got into a fight.
Mother was called to talk by the school teacher, and I waited outside. It was a long time before my mother came out. She didn't say anything.
When I got home, my mother was trapped in the sofa, and the sunset shone through the window and on my mother's face. My mother looks particularly haggard. There seem to be some extremely short silver lines on her forehead. Tears in her eyes seemed to come out, but she refused to come out and flashed in the corner of her eyes. My mother is so old at this time.
I am shocked that my mother, who used to be so majestic, will become like this.
I rushed into the room and thought, why is mom crying? After thinking for a long time, I finally understood my mother's good intentions. My mother is so strict with me because she doesn't want me to be so disobedient, stop being so naughty and form good habits. I let my mother down. I was beaten by my classmates.
Silently, my tears dripped down.
I made up my mind not to worry my mother any more.
From now on, I won't be naughty.
Now that I think about it, mom is right. I really should thank you, let me sincerely say: "It's good to have you on the road to growth!" " "