The second unit of this semester's Chinese textbook requires reading for five thousand years. The teacher also asked us that every student should tell a story and tell it on the podium. As soon as I heard this, I was puzzled, my eyebrows gradually locked, and the clouds on my face accumulated thicker and thicker, as if a catastrophe was imminent. It turned out that my grades were not very good, and I was afraid that making mistakes would make my classmates laugh. Therefore, I am ashamed in collective occasions, and I always don't want to show myself in public, especially in class.

Looks like we can't escape this time. At this time, my heart is fifteen buckets to draw water-seven up and eight down. What are we going to do? This thing is like a stone in my heart, which is very uncomfortable.

I wrote it on my face when I got home. "Knowing a woman like a mother", my careful mother read my mind. Take me for a walk by the lake after dinner. Colorful flowers, swallows flying all over the sky, wicker flying with the wind … all these beautiful scenery seem to be gone, and even seem to be my enemy. My mother took my hand and said, "Mingming, you seem to have something on your mind today?"

"In a few days, everyone will go to the podium to tell a story of five thousand years. I am afraid that I can't speak well and make my classmates laugh. "

"Oh, the original is for this matter. Let's look at the flowers here first. What do you think is the most unattractive flower here? "

"It's all very nice."