For the first time as a "band"

Childhood life is like a little bone in the lotus, and these flowers and bones are buried with joys and sorrows. Waiting for you to remember, waiting for you to embellish.

"How come you come back from school so late!" Mom yelled at me angrily.

"Mom, I..." I stuttered and didn't know what I was saying.

"You don't have to argue! Your teachers are really sincere! I have waited more than forty minutes outside the school, and the students in the school have gone almost. How are you so slow, don't know an inch of time, you go back. Nobody cares for you!" After the mother was very angry, she walked on the electric car with a smog. There is only one person outside the school who is standing alone.

I lifted my heavy bag and walked step by step in the direction of my home. God also seemed to deliberately be against me. I soon started to lean down - basin - big - rain.

I finally got home, and I was already panting. My heart whispered again and again: "Mom, you are really unreasonable, and you are too ruthless about your children!"

"What are you doing, are you yelling at me? Mom is like a pair of ears, and I am mad at me."

"No, I didn't care for you...!" I replied stutteringly, like a criminal prisoner, always unable to gain the freedom of life. At this moment, there is a line of eye-catching words in my mind: When the teacher and the parents have conflicts with their thoughts or practices, I should rely on my own wisdom and my own small mouth to speak the wrong side. The conviction of oral, the teachers and parents scattered pearls, with my beautiful "color ribbon" put them together in love with love, become the treasure of my soul. Therefore, I must do a "color belt" to connect the hearts of teachers and parents.

So, I strode to the side of my mother, and explained to my mother in a serious way: "Mom, you see, we taught us how to write this afternoon, so that each of us can write an excellent composition." Come. The teacher is like a hardworking gardener, and we are like a flower that only contains ambiguity. We need a teacher to impart knowledge to us. Then our unconventional flower will become a beautiful and fragrant flower. Peony, are you saying?"

"Yes... yes." Mom's face brushed up brightly.

How many first times in life!

Fifth grade: Mint Elephant