Tears

Tears are gathered together with teardrops; tears are formed by repeated failures; tears are painted by the mother’s unseen mind; tears are the pain of the mother’s heart.

Tears, sweet and happy, sour and bitter, and the mother's tears are sour and bitter.

I remember that night, the mother shed her long-lost tears; remember that night, the mother shed her bitter tears; remember that night, the mother shed her bitter tears.

That night, we were on our way home. I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to live in the market." I just want to say that this will be closer to the school, but my mother doesn't know, I don't think I don't like to live at home. With some angry and disappointing tone, "You want to live in the market. In a few days, I will pack up your things and get them to the market." I was wronged and said: "I don't say so. Obediently obedient?” Mom did not answer, but walked silently on this dark, silent road. I also slowed down.

I went to the toilet. My mother didn't know. I couldn't see me back. I thought I was angry and ran back to the market. Just call me and ask where I am. When I got home, I didn't see my mother greet her as usual, but ran back to my hut and lay on the bed. This is my mother has come in, touched my head, my eyes are full of tears, maybe my mother is infected, my heart is slightly shocked, I only feel that there is a flood, coming from the bottom of my heart, rushing out of my eyes ,I cried. But I didn't wipe the tears away, let it wet my face, and my mother said to me with a heartfelt heart: "Children, don't cry! Mom just wants to see you every morning, come back to see you from school, you can see you at night. I have a hot dinner. My mother won’t say you anymore!” I hugged my mother and said to my mother, “Mom, I am sorry, I am wrong, I will not make you angry anymore.” Tears It is the bitterness of the mother that no one knows; tears are the pain of the mother's heart; tears, sweet and happy, sour and bitter, and the mother's tears are sour and bitter. Looking back now, I still remember it. At that time, a picture appeared in front of my eyes, and a tear fell from my eyes.

Fang Xingyuan Middle School, the first day: Yang Jiaojiao