Introduction: A young man who is ignorant is the craziest thing in life.
? A young boy
Childhood passed quietly. As I grew up, endless troubles came with me. When I entered middle school, my parents became strict with me and required me to devote all my attention to my studies. At that time, the college entrance examination had just been resumed, and the learning atmosphere was strong. The teachers worked hard and did not hesitate to teach. Homework, exams, exams, homework, this is almost my world. But reading still attracts me like a magnet. I was fascinated by the martial arts novels, which seduced my soul.
One Sunday, my parents went to the street to buy rice and groceries. As they left, they finished their homework and memorized English words. They came back to check. After my parents left, I took out my schoolbag, grinned widely, and read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" before my eyes. I don't have time in class, I have to deal with homework. I can't handle my homework today. I'll read a book later.
"I can feast my eyes on it." I couldn't wait to take out the book, lay on the sofa, and read it with relish. The story of Brother Jing and Sister Rong has begun, and I giggled when I saw the wonderful parts. I originally agreed to watch it for a while and then let it go, but I couldn't control myself and couldn't stop. Time flies so fast. Suddenly the door to the room opened and my parents walked in carrying a bag of vegetables.
"Weidong, are you done with your homework? Dad, take a look!" Before I could put the book away, my dad appeared in front of me.
"Oh, Dad, math is too difficult, I didn't do it well -" I turned over and got up, trying to make a smile to excuse myself. I didn't react at all, and the book was snatched away by my father. He was holding the book, angry and anxious, staring at me.
"Papa", the book was thrown to the ground by my father. He also picked up the clothes stick and whipped it towards my butt without telling me. I ran outside the house in panic. "Forget it, old man, don't talk to your children, just do it." Mom gestured for me to crawl up and do my homework. "It's something that doesn't live up to expectations..." Dad's face was so ugly, and his words were ugly. I'm so angry. I really can't listen to what you said, Dad. What do my neighbors and friends think of me? I just read the novel for a while. An unknown fire was ignited. I took a deep breath, suppressed my anger, and rolled my eyes at my father. Hum, I gritted my teeth, my heart felt like needles pricking me, and tears were about to come out. Alas, Mom and Dad, I know you have been grudges for a long time. You are teachers, and my grades are mediocre, which embarrasses you, especially my poor English. You are worried about my future. But you have to let me take my time! You took it out on me. Did you consider my feelings? You took away my self-esteem. I really hated my father at that time, and I didn’t want to listen to what he said... Later, I focused all my energy on studying, and I wanted to prove myself with my grades.
When you enter adolescence, your self-awareness becomes more expanded, and you still study harder, but there is an undercurrent surging inside. I especially don’t understand why they can justifiably control my entire life in the name of doing good for me.
I have the habit of keeping a diary. I often record what I see, hear, and my inner thoughts. During that time, I liked a female classmate, and I wrote down my inner thoughts. My room has not been cleaned for several days and is messy and dirty. My mother, who loves cleanliness and stresses neatness, can’t stand it.
“How can you sweep the world if you don’t clean one house!” My mother helped me clean the room. I accidentally discovered my diary. As if they had discovered a treasure, their parents read it non-stop and read it in one breath. My parents knew my "secret".
There is a passage that goes like this, you are so handsome, you have such a good figure, your skin is so white, and your academic performance is not bad. I can’t forget your appearance...
Parents After reading it, they were overwhelmed with worries and worries, all kinds of emotions mixed together. Seeing that his son was getting better and better day by day, why did Yao'ezi appear at the juncture of entering high school?
After school that day, the parents planned to have a two-person meeting. Considering that I have a full day of classes, let me have a full meal first.
"Are you in love?" Mom looked at me with doubtful eyes.
"Mom, you are talking nonsense again."
"If you like a girl, don't hide it from your mother."
"Aren't you annoying! Mom, your endless chatter makes me unbearable! ”
I almost yelled and looked at them impatiently.
"What's going on?" Mom took out my diary. The paragraph above is also highlighted. "On that dark day, you opened a window in my sky and let a ray of sunshine shine in my heart. I am glad to have met you..."
"I won't explain, and you don't need to ask. , I don’t know either.” I was very angry.
"I heard that your friend wrote a love letter to a classmate and shamelessly stopped him on the road. Have you ever?"
"I don't know, I don't understand what you are saying."
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"I can't control other people, so don't do boring things. You are so young, it's not the time to fall in love. Besides, why should others love you? Are you good-looking? Are you rich? Are you capable? A man is here When you should work hard, you will work in vain, and you will never get the true love of your female classmate. "
"Stop being unreasonable." I threw the book on the table and slammed the door.
What boy is not in love, and what girl is not pregnant with love.
Your son really likes a female classmate who is pretty and gentle. Her appearance and voice are so beautiful that he will never forget her. But he treasures the beauty in his heart as a motivation to motivate himself, but never confesses it. He will use his excellent strength to win hearts and show the true nature of a man. I'm not a hasty person. But my parents always tied me up with their big ideas, and I had to listen to them and follow their directions.
In their eyes, I can’t do this or that. Have you really considered my feelings? When will you look at me levelly and treat me as an equal...