My mother and my wrist

After dinner today, my mother proposed to hold a wrench wrist match with me. I promised without thinking, and asked my father to be a referee. The rule is two wins in three games.

The game started, and the mother put her elbows on the table without hesitation, then propped up her arms, and I did not show weakness in the "combat" posture. When my little hand was tightly held by my mother's big hand, I immediately felt like being caught by a big pliers. I couldn't help but take a breath of cold. "It's not good!" My mother's strength is great, I have to be careful to cope with it. "Prepare - start!" The referee issued a command. Hey, I didn’t pay attention, my mother slammed hard and pressed me down. In the first game, I easily lost the battle. Looking at my mother's smug look, I secretly made up my mind: Hey, I just didn't enter the state, I was led by you. This time it was not so cheap. In the second game, I was full of strength, clenched my teeth, and I couldn’t help but pull the mother. I was defeated in this game. There is still one game left, and persistence is victory. I think so. The time to decide the outcome is over. This time, I have made the effort to get breast-feeding. A small face is red, like a purple eggplant. I have a sweat on my forehead, but I can't take it. Finally, my mother couldn’t support it, and I was so blessed. My father also gave me a thumbs up. I said, "I don’t care." "Of course, the tiger father has no dogs." I am proud. Say.

The wrench wrist game made me understand the truth: no matter what you do, as long as you go all out and persist, you will succeed.

Liu Haicheng, three small classes in Xuanbao Town, Taixing City