"swallow" tears

It was a rainy day, and the sky was overcast, as if it was going to collapse. I don't know why, I will especially want to cry when I get to this weather. This may be a psychological problem.

Originally, I was a particularly strong person, no matter what happened, I would face it calmly, but since this time, my strong arm has been broken by the cold tone.

It was a rainy day, I forgot to bring an umbrella, and I had to go home alone in the rain. Who knows, when I go home, I say to my mother like a mental patient: "Why don't you pick me up, the rain is so big, you actually let me rain!" I thought my mother would comfort me gently. But it does not matter to say: "Let's drip a little, this is nothing." After listening to this sentence, my whole person is paralyzed, still wondering if this person is not a mother. I ran out of the house insanely and went to the bookstore to hide from the rain.

When I ran, it was the time when the storm was raging, I was already confused, and I had to slowly touch my trembling body for temporary warmth. Waiting for the rain to stop is definitely a long time later, I thought, it is better to read the book slowly in the bookstore, this can not only increase knowledge, but also wait for the rain to stop. Said, the rumble of lightning reminded me to go to the bookstore to get warm, otherwise it will definitely catch a cold.

The books in the bookstore are dazzling, and I am really dazzled. Suddenly, the unique name of a book caught my attention. I thought: The name of this book is so strange, it is actually "the way of life tears." I curiously flipped over and saw an article. It is written that a little girl's mother is sick, the little girl has to take care of herself, and she has to take care of the mother who has been on the bed for a long time. After reading this article, I had to burst into tears. The picture of quarreling with my mother in the morning came to my mind unconsciously. I looked at the story of the characters in the book and ran home. In the stairs downstairs, I looked up at the stars, and the colorful colors of the past are now bleak. The light doors have become heavy, and I made up my mind to decide to talk to my mother.

When I got home, my mother apologized to me. I also knew that my mother was just in a bad mood. I would not take this matter seriously and continue to be a mom and dad.

Sixth grade: 8asuaoidu