In the process of growing up, I met many things, like the stars in the sky, countless. But one unforgettable thing is still deeply engraved in my mind and has been educating me. Last year, near the mid-term exam, the teacher assigned a lot of homework. At home, after dinner, I had a rest and prepared to do my homework. At this time, my mother turned on the TV, which was my long-awaited journey to the west. At this time, my heart was immediately "stolen" by a the Monkey King who fought thousands of miles. When I am writing, I watch TV. I didn't even see the question clearly, so I stuffed an answer in. After a long time, after the TV broadcast, my homework was naturally completed.

The next day, I handed my homework to the teacher. After the teacher corrected it, I took out the scribbled and wrong homework and announced that these people would do it again. I can't believe I was the first. Hearing this, I feel very uncomfortable. I really wanted to talk to the teacher about doing my homework when I was watching TV last night, but I still didn't have the courage in the end. However, once you fall, you learn. This incident made me realize that it was wrong to do that. Although it has been more than a year, it is like an indelible mark in my mind. Because this incident has educated and inspired me: I should concentrate on everything, and I can't look at this and do that in my hand.

This incident made me understand. Before lunch today, I was so hungry that I sang "Empty City Plan". When I heard the word "eat", I rushed into the kitchen like an arrow Without saying anything, I quickly picked up a bowl and rushed to the dining table. Maybe I was too anxious and distracted at that time, and my hand was accidentally inserted into the rice. "ah!" I shouted, "It's burning me!" Suddenly, my tears poured down like a flood. I ran to the pool with tears in my eyes and washed my red-hot hands with tap water.

But to no avail, the fierce flame is still dancing in my hands. I couldn't help crying, but I accidentally caught a glimpse of my parents eating with relish in the dim light, with no pity at all. At this time, I was very sad, and a series of question marks popped up in my mind: My parents usually love me, love me and care about me. Why are they so indifferent this time? Do you really not love me? Is every word you care about false? ..... In a fit of pique, I ran into the room and closed the door.

I was lying in bed, upset, and suddenly remembered a report I had read before: when an English child accidentally fell to the ground, his parents would never help him up, but let him stand up by himself, and train the independence of the child from every little thing, so that the child could understand that each of them could not live by his parents, but depended entirely on himself. You will never get sympathy and comfort from your parents when you are in pain. Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I finally understood my parents' good intentions: my parents don't care about me and love me, but love me from the heart. I am so ignorant.

There is an old saying: "It is not appropriate for a child not to learn." My parents dutifully taught me that it is unreasonable not to study hard. I will live up to my parents' expectations. I am determined to be a strong person, just like Liu Bocheng, the military god. I quickly jumped out of bed, opened the door, strode to my parents' table, sincerely apologized to them, and expressed my determination. My parents looked at me and smiled knowingly. I smiled happily, too, and the laughter immediately filled my home. ...