Growing footprint

There are some difficulties and frustrations in the journey of growing up. They are like a five-flavored bottle - sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty.

However, the longest time to accompany me is sweetness, let me grow up in happiness.

On the weekend, when I was writing math homework, my head suddenly flashed two years ago. When I go home from school, I go home to write homework and go to dinner. At that time, my homework was completed, leaving only one math problem. In the small country, my math score is not very good, often ask my mother. Of course, this time is no exception.

"Mom - come on!" I yelled at the scorpion and didn't respond. I shouted again and still didn't respond. I rushed to the kitchen, dragged my mother to the desk, and asked her how to write the math problem. "It's not that simple. Ha--" Mom gave a smug laugh. I think: This topic has fallen. My mother was meticulously calculating in the draft, and I was bored by the side, looking at the extracurricular books. After a while, my mother took my clothes and said, "Come here, look!" However, I was still immersed in the storyline and did not care about my mother. "I can't read, how are you going? I wrote it with you, you don't look at it, what is your attitude?" "Hey, hey! Immediately." "Hurry." I was scared by these two words. Mother has never been so fierce. "Look, the answer to this question should be..." "No, we don't have such a solution in the book." "Absolutely, you must have not listened carefully in class." I was annoyed when I heard this. Da Dao said: "I don't think it's right." "What are you doing! Then you write it yourself." Mom was mad, but the smell of gunpowder is still permeated.

I was mad at myself, locked myself in the room and decided to ignore my mother. I checked the homework, then reviewed and previewed it for a while, then went to the bath. At that time, I was still angry, I wanted to waste water, and I washed it for more than half an hour. I went back to the room and saw a cup of hot milk and a few pieces of bread, and the answer to the question. The whole process of analysis was placed at the table. I pretended not to see and went to bed.

The next day, when I was in math class, I was punished because of the hateful math problem. Only the students in the class and several poor grades did not write correctly. When the teacher is talking about this question, I feel like a new class. I am sure that I must be distracted when I was in class yesterday. I feel very embarrassed. Last night, my mother blamed me and said, "I didn't listen carefully in class," I was angry. Not only was her mother not angry, she also stayed up late into my room, but I didn't appreciate it. She also seriously wrote the analysis, but I did not see it... I thought of it, my tears fell, "I am so happy!" I could not help but feel. Have such a good mother.

I finished the math homework, closed the homework, looked out the window, and my thoughts went into meditation again: Since that time, I have not written any math problems! Not only because of the penalty station and the harsh words of my mother, let me listen carefully in class, and the mathematics scores have also improved significantly...

In my growing footprint, happiness is like a countless star. Everything shines and makes me feel very happy.

The first day of the 7th and 6th classes in the Experimental State of Shayang County, Jingmen, Hubei Province: Li Ziqi