Strolling by the river at the school gate, it is another dusk sunset with a shallow golden light. My dear alma mater, do you still remember that thing hidden in my heart? Do you remember the tears that a girl once shed here?
It was a normal day. My father sent me to school. On that day, the math exam was very simple. I smiled and wrote my name with the blue pen my father gave me.
After the exam, correct the papers at noon. The next section is physical education class. But many students ran to the office to see who won the first prize, and only I walked to the playground first to move freely.
Physical education class finished, I went back to the classroom, and I saw He Yue crying at his desk. The math teacher stood on the edge with a black face and said nothing. I thought, what's the matter? When the teacher saw that everyone was back in their seats, he shouted, "Everybody put the pencil boxes on the table, and let the group leaders check who brought the blue pen and remember to hand in their names." I heard my deskmate say that the word "idiot" was written on Li Yue's test paper. I sighed and thought: don't be too sad this time! Soon it was my turn to be checked. I naturally handed in a pen, just a pen! But after class, I was called to the office. The teacher stared at me for a long time and said, "Write two words." I didn't say anything, but took the teacher's pen and wrote a stupid word. "See if you wrote it," said the teacher, looking me in the eye. I looked at the handwriting exactly the same as mine, and the ink was the same color. I said, no. The teacher said angrily, "why don't you admit it?" Do you think it's okay not to admit it? " I said, "It's not me anyway. I didn't write it. " The teacher growled, "Why are you so stubborn! I'll call your parents! You stand on the wall and reflect. " I am very wronged, but I have to listen to the teacher's words and turn to face the white tile wall. I don't know what to refute.
At dusk, I just stood from noon to dusk. My parents just came to pick me up, and my sore feet have stopped listening to me. Even I'm starting to doubt myself. Did I write it? When my mother asked me this question, I replied firmly, "No, I have never written it!" " "But her next sentence immediately made me cry. Mother said softly, "in that case, I believe you!" " "I was suspected for an afternoon and didn't know the taste of trust. When I heard the word trust, I burst into tears. I suddenly remembered the scene my mother told me before: send me books, register me in the hospital, plead with my teacher and help me.
I dare not think about it any more. I stepped forward and hugged my mother who was taller than me. She believes me, and they all believe me!
In tears, I saw the afterglow of the golden sun, and the tears cloud surrounded the small golden fog, which was so beautiful. Mom and Dad, I will deeply remember this story and your words of trust in me!