Inner words

When I was young, my family was very poor. I could barely fill my three meals a day. My father and mother didn’t have any culture. They all worked for others. And because I was not old enough, I was in the village and turned around. The children at home are eating, but I am still at home to wait for my parents to work back; when other children are sent to the kindergarten, but I still can only wait until the small country because of family conditions; When I was playing with other children and my parents, I was so sad and wept. I am very naughty and not very obedient, always miserable, my mother is holding a wooden strip to chase my run across the street, I am full of resentment against them, I don't understand that my parents can't always be by my side. When I grew up, my family’s environment was a little better. I was a little younger, I took my schoolbag, tied a red scarf, and sang a nursery rhyme to school. When I was a child, the wooden strip was replaced by criticism. Whenever I did something wrong, My mother will point to me again. It’s not like other parents who say that the parents are rough people. I hate iron for me. Later, the situation at home is more optimistic. When I went to the middle school, my parents simply did not criticize. I don’t say a word, pretending to be a look is always better than making a choice at my crossroads in life. Whenever I fail, they give up a worry when they give up. Whenever I do, they succeed. I will be happy for me again.

It is precisely because of the strict requirements of my parents that I have been exposed to poverty since childhood, so that I understand how to cherish the inspection; let me face my parents and hate the iron, I know that I must do not let my parents down; Let me face the silence of my parents and the mountains. I can understand the good intentions of my parents. It is because I grow up day by day that my parents get older every day. I have to be self-reliant and not let them worry that I know that I must have a good future. I don’t want to earn a little money like my parents’ hard work. I have to have that ability.

I waved the wooden strips again and again, and fell on my body. My body is very painful, but I don’t know if your heart hurts more. Facing your maiden into a phoenix, my powerlessness, no, no, I can do it. To. I have been saddened by the criticisms again and again. When my parents are desperate and think that I am not successful, can I not? No, I can do it. That time, tears for me, parents' love, parents' feelings, can't finish, the endless, I can only do what they want, become talented, not bullied, have a good future.

First day: silently