Mom, I want to tell you

Mom, since I came to foreign languages, I have always had a lot of heartfelt words to tell you.

Mom, actually, although I have been here for nearly half a year, I still have a few feelings of homesickness. But when I go home, I can only smile and smile, so as not to provoke you to be sad. That time, because I didn't do what you asked for, you were furious with me. I was not convinced by my stomach, I was crying wronged, and my heart was like knocking over the five-flavored bottle - not a taste. In the second week, I can only act honestly according to your requirements, lest you explode again.

Oh, don't say these unpleasant things. Since the last letter you wrote to me, I am filled with emotions: Yes, I grew up in a honey jar since I was a child. Before I came to foreign languages, you really put me in my hand and fell into it. I am afraid of it. Oh, poor parents in the world. However, how can you see the rainbow without going through the storm? Before the butterfly goes out, it must first undergo painful training. Before the sand turns into a pearl, it must first accept the baptism of the darkness. Before the eagle soars into the sky, it will surely exercise a pair of powerful wings in the predicament.

Mom, I don't want to be a small flower in the greenhouse. I would like to be a grass standing proudly on the roadside.

Changyi Foreign Language School, sixth grade: Li Shifan