A story changed me

Parents’ feelings are hard to report, but I have always taken care of my parents’ care for me until a little story changed my mind and let me start to understand things.

I usually love reading books, and I read such a story one day. The general content is that a college student wants to go to the carnival with his classmates, but his pocket money this month has already been spent. When I got home, his father was reading the newspaper. Of course, the university physiology wanted his father to reach out and said nothing, "Dad, give me some money." Father slowly looked up and looked confident and expressionless. Looking at him, thinking about it. The father didn't bother because of his behavior, but said in a scornful tone: "If you take the money to play, then you don't want to get it from me." The college student is annoyed, right. The father shouted impatiently: "Do you give it to you?" The father said in the same tone: "As long as you earn 100 yuan through your own hands in one day, then I will give the money." You." "Not 100 yuan, I will earn you to see." The college student returned arrogantly and turned away from indignation. However, the reality is not as easy as he thought. He wants to go to the restaurant to wash the dishes, but there is no shortage of bowls for the workers; there is no money to sell the stalls; there are many ideas, but they fail. I also heard a lot of cold words and all unfair treatment. Seeing that there was not much time left, the college students at this time were like a deflated ball, and they were sullenly walking on the street. At this time, there was a dollar in the ground. He was so excited that he bent down and wanted to pick it up. He suddenly turned and turned away. It turned out that he heard someone say, "The young man has his hands and feet, and he has to go to the family to give money." In the end, the college students did not earn the 100 yuan.

I saw it here, I stopped. Yes, all along, under the care of my parents, I have lived a meal to open my mouth, life to reach out, what I want, as long as I can’t overdo it, my parents can satisfy me. It can be said that I don’t know the human suffering, in my Everything is so easy in the eyes, everything is taken for granted, and I am often impatient with my parents. For example, every night, my mother will give me a cup of high-calcium and low-fat milk when I do my homework, and then carefully put it on my desk, take care of me and drink it, remind me to sit correctly, or hunchback, head To raise it, otherwise the myopia of the eyes is more serious, and the movement is faster. Often, what I said to my mother was not "thank you" but shouted at her impatiently: "You go away, you are bored, I am doing homework!" Or simply ignore her. Every morning, my mother will cook breakfast early, let me eat enough to go to school, but I always pick and choose, not to say that this is not good, that is, I don’t like it, I don’t understand my mother’s good intentions at all. Attentively. Now think about it, the mother must be very sad and uncomfortable at the time.

Even my father will be like this. Every time I leave school, as long as my father picks me up, I will bring me a dish. One day, I went to study very late, and my stomach had already sang "Air City". My father has been standing in the middle of the wind. As soon as I saw that I was out of the school, I smiled and greeted me, and took a hot buns from my arms and stuffed them into my hands. I am hungry and I don’t say anything, just send it to my mouth. "Ah!" I screamed, and my anxious father hurriedly asked if the buns were broken. I was so angry that I shouted the buns to his hand: "This is a meat buns, not the vegetable bags I want to eat, you Keep yourself to eat!" After waiting for Dad to respond, a popular sprint ran forward. Leave Dad yelling in the back: "Don't run too fast, beware of the car!"

As a little girl, I like a lot of things, no matter whether it is useful or not. I want to have it when I look good. I often clamor to buy it and buy it. If I don’t buy it, I will be unhappy and complain that I will get angry at my mom and dad. Now, think about it, I am really too ignorant. My mother once told me that my father would work 11 hours a day at room temperature 40+ degrees. If she was in early shifts, she would go out when she was asleep at 4-5. The middle class would come back at 3-4 in the morning when we slept. The work clothes can be squeezed out of water every day. If it is summer, you will see a layer of white flowers. It is the salt flower left after the sweat has dried up. Every day my mother is faced with a bunch of nasty data and a report, often getting dizzy, going home to do housework, sorting out the messy room that I got. I don't know how to do things. After my mother finishes it, I still do my own thing. I throw things away and I don't understand my mother's hard work.

Now I finally know that it is very hard to make money to support my family. Every penny I spend now is the hard-earned money earned by my parents. I enjoy the care of my parents.

This story made me understand a lot and slowly changed me. I am still young, and I have no ability to do a lot of things, but I can start with small things. I started with my own things, learned to comb my hair, wash my hair, organize my bags, and organize my own room. A little bit help the mother to do what she can, sweeping the floor, drying clothes, cooking rice with rice cookers; will help prepare the dishes before the meal. I believe that I will become more and more sensible and not let my parents worry more. Say to yourself, come on!

First day: 卐 lonely