rain

Rain is the grain of all things; the rain is the axe that destroys everything. Rain; the tears of the mother's joy; the rain, the tears of the mother's sorrow.

There was a downpour today. I know that it is the mother who is crying. I made my mother feel sad. I shouldn’t talk back to my mother. I shouldn’t turn my mother’s “good heart” into “bad intentions”. I stood anxiously on the rooftop, letting the ruthless "raindrops" hit me. I closed my eyes and felt the mother's mood. I remembered that, my tears slipped down, and I couldn't tell if it was tears or rain.

"Daughter, hurry to write homework, don't watch so many TVs, the results are down. You see, the sails next door, more diligent. A holiday, not to write homework is to do housework, when are you like her, mother Sleeping will also wake up." "Hey, Mom, I am not her, everyone has his characteristics, you think she is good, just go and recognize her as a daughter! Homework, I will do it, you Don't worry." "No matter what, you have to give me a homework now." Mom said angrily. "You don't have to worry about me, I am not a child. I will do it myself. I will take sails and compare with me every day. Is it your daughter or I am your daughter? The good mood is disturbed by you." I didn't look at it." I almost told my mother with a screaming voice. Stand up and go back to the room.

After a while, I came out to the bathroom. When I passed the room of my mother, I heard a crying faintly. I opened the door and secretly sneaked. what! It turned out that my mother was crying, and a sour taste came out of my heart.

Standing in the rain, I opened my eyes. I want my mother to reopen her smile, but how do I do it? There is an idea that comes to my mind.

Since then, my mother has rarely seen me again, and my mother is very confused. Until one day, when I took a certificate to go home, my mother suddenly realized that I had the reason for getting out early. I took the certificate to my mother: "I'm sorry! I shouldn't make you sad." The mother took the excitement and couldn't help but touch, I came to the rooftop again, the world was drizzling, and my mother cried again. However, I think that should be the tears of the mother's joy! I closed my eyes again and smiled gratifiedly.

Third day: Do your best