a wrongful thing

The past always flows in my mind. There seems to be undulating waves in the seemingly calm heart. I can't forget the past days, and I can't forget what happened.

Since I was a child, I have had great dreams and I have begun to fight for my goals. After finishing the homework assigned by the teacher every night, I will also read a variety of books, which will make my knowledge treasures more fulfilling. After a long time, it will develop the habit of reading books. Even if the time is very late, it will have to be seen for a little while, and it will never stop.

I remember that when I was in the third grade, I often held some school-wide or full-level activities. After the talent contest was held that day, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I quickly completed my homework and opened my beloved books. In the ocean of the book, my body and mind have been relaxed, and the exhaustion has long since disappeared. The time passed by without knowing it, the alarm clock sent a "tick and ticking" ringtone, and I took it out of the world of the book. Oops, it’s terrible, it’s already eleven o'clock, and I haven’t given my mother’s feet yet! When I thought about my mother's feet full of frostbite, my heart was so bad that I quickly put down the book and prepared to soak my feet.

When I came to my mother's room with hot water, my mother was learning her financial knowledge on the computer. She just wanted to put down her feet and her mother snarled with anger. "So late, I still can't sleep." What are you doing with water?" "Mom, you haven't soaked your feet tonight!" I answered with a low head and distressed. "Footing feet, so what feet are you so late? Are you wanting to play with water? I don't want to soak my feet, go, quickly pour off the water, sleep you!" I had no choice but to take a foot bath. Moving step by step, I felt so sad, the tears of grievances could not help but flow down, my mother... It’s not a basin of water, it’s my love for you!

Back to the room, I curled up in the bed, thinking about my mother's face, thinking about the roar of my mother's anger, thinking a lot... I looked at the dull crescent moon outside the window, the crescent moon crescent, you can understand my Heart?

The next day, my mother took me tightly into my arms and touched my head and said, "Daughter, my mother was wrong last night, the tone is too heavy! Mom is worried that you can't sleep well, the next day concentrates. I can't help the class, but my mother doesn't care, but you grew up from a young age and grew up in a medicine jar. How can you keep your body and read a good book without raising your spirit?" After listening to this, my heart was broken. Five flavor bottles...

Things have been going on for a long time, but whenever I think about it, my heart is always in a burst, and I can’t be calm for a long time.

Fourth grade: Zixinhua night