Joy of growth

"The debt collector, and reached out to ask for money. Didn't just give you money? At this point, it is used up again." I stood in front of my mother and listened to his instructions. I felt a little embarrassed, and it was not easy for adults to earn money. In fact, I understand this principle, that is, I can't restrain my own hands. When I see fun and delicious food, I reach out to the purse and give the hawkers without hesitation. Hey, when can I change it!

"Oh, have to repent? This is the first time." Mom looked at me without a word, and the fire of the "machine gun" was slightly weaker.

"Oh, owe you, take it, save it." My mom is not able to match my silence, my heart is soft, and I will take out Zhang twenty. "Mom, I promise not to spend money indiscriminately." "It's a fake style, and it doesn't work."

I was so upset by my mother that I felt a little unhappy. Is there such a daughter? However, if you think about it, I am so big, and I am still like a little boy. I have no heart and no lungs. I will only spend my money. This will make my mother worry. No, how to say is also a national middle school student, it should be a little perseverance, know how to spend. Yes, make up your mind, you can no longer spend a lot of money.

"Hey, little classmate, is it still the same?" When passing by the stall on the side of the school, the stall owner greeted me enthusiastically. And the seductive scent also floated into the nostrils with the words of the stall owner. When I was, my entire respiratory tract was occupied by this familiar and intimate taste, and the brain seemed to be under control. I couldn't help but put my hand into the pocket, took out the twenty-dollar bill that my mother gave, and handed it to the boss who was laughing at me. At the moment I saw the money, it seems that someone is reminding me: Hey, wake up! I have to go home to eat, and I still waste money when I buy it, and it is not hygienic. The hand that I stretched out stopped on the way, hesitated for a moment, and quickly shrank back, and my mother’s words also rang in my ears. I firmly put the money back in my pocket. Although the taste is still so sweet, my eyes are still a little nostalgic, but my mind is sober, my footsteps are firm. I am so hard to look back, striding forward!

I suddenly felt that I was relaxed, as if I had broken off the heavy shackles on my neck. I didn’t taste delicious, but my mood was too good to go all the way.

In the face of temptation, I can control myself! On the way to life, I am harvesting and harvesting joy.