In those years when my brother and I were both in primary school, my father worked and my mother was responsible for housework and planting crops at home. In those days, I took my brother and playmates to and from school every day. My brother gets good grades and gets a certificate every winter and summer vacation. Maybe my brother inspired me to start studying hard. Finally got the first certificate in the fourth grade. Pupils always like to play. In those years, we could have a good time and get good grades in the exam. My mother will reward us with delicious food. My father will occasionally bring us something to eat when he comes home. Childhood is so beautiful. At that time, although I didn't know what happiness was, it was happiness.
When I was in junior high school and my brother was in primary school, he was the first in the class in every exam, and I always worked hard. I just didn't know what the ultimate goal of going to school was at that time, and I didn't know what key high schools or universities there were. I only know that my parents will be happy and boast that I got the certificate, at least not because my brother didn't win the prize. In those years, I studied with my younger brother, and I would stay up later than him. If I do well in the exam, I will get a scholarship.
In those years when I was in high school and my brother was in junior high school, my brother's grades were always the first. Because of the failure of the senior high school entrance examination, my high school is not a key high school, and my academic performance is also the first in grade. After three years in high school, I almost turned a deaf ear to the outside world and read only sage books. I lived on campus in high school and went home almost once a month. My mother occasionally blames me for going home less, saying that I only care about my studies and don't want to go home. When I was in high school, my goal was clear, and that was to take the college entrance examination. I studied with my brother and came back late. My parents will watch us study from time to time. If they watch us stay up late, they will urge us to go to bed early When school starts, my parents will send me to school, and I will bring a lot of delicious food every time, which my mother forced into my bag. She is always afraid that I can't eat well. Those years were full and happy.
Now I'm in college, my brother is in high school, and we seldom go home. What we can do is to call home several times to remind our parents to pay attention to their health and encourage our younger brother to study hard. I miss those happy years and appreciate the warmth from my family. Of course, what I want to do is to cherish the happiness now.