Dream trip

Everyone is born to be an excellent traveller. We carry the colorful bags that our mother gives and move forward towards the dream. --Inscription

Fourteen spring and autumn...

I vaguely remember that when I was young, I was arrogant, self-willed, outgoing, and loved to play with boys. Finally, I cried and went home to find my mother’s complaints. Naturally, I also had a reprimand from my mother. At that time, I was crying with tears, flustered and swearing to my mother and swearing that I would never do anything like this, avoiding my mother’s sharp eyes, but I was still thinking about the next step. The later results are also conceivable. So, the week begins again.

Finally, my family sent me to the family of a common peasant in the country. They naturally refused. I clearly saw the tears and reluctance in my mother’s eyes, but it was like a sharp sword. My chest. I know: Mother, she doesn't love me.

So I spent three years in the countryside, and the image of my mother has long been blurred. One day, playing with the kittens at home, a slamming sound unnaturally thought of it. The door opened and stood in front of me. Soon it was the woman who abandoned my heart three years ago? So, I rushed out like the released cage birds with years of resentment and disappointment. Finally she still brought me back. In this journey, I felt the relationship that was very disproportionate to my age. Is that disappointment, resentment or injustice? I only remember that my dream at that time was to get the favor of my mother, nothing more. But mother, can she help me?

The torment-like transition to this year, the pressure of heavy academics and further studies, and the mother is completely different from the past. I can feel the mother's care and care for me. Her concern warmed my heart for many years, and I was finally touched by my mother. I also took off my tender coat and enjoyed every touch that the family brought to me. The school is also flourishing and also reported dance. Interest class. Under the warmth and enlightenment of maternal love. My heart is a little bit mature. At that time, my dream was to become a good teacher of the people in the future. At that time, I was no longer a young child, but a flower season boy who understood maternal love.

I will gradually move closer to my dreams. No matter how hard and difficult the journey is, my heart that moves toward my dreams will never change. I will let my journey end with a perfect ending.

Third day: Wei Lu