18 years old, independent age, in this year, I will no longer be a child, but an adult.
18 years is very long and short. It's long, because it makes me forget too much. It's short because at 18, I have grown up, but my parents have gray temples.
18 years has changed me a lot. I'm no longer that silly kid who loves to play with his sister and cry all day. I have begun to have my own thoughts and secrets, and the way I get along with my family is also changing subtly.
Before 18, I was just a bird hiding under a big tree. /kloc-after 0/8, I want to fly, and I want to protect the people I love.
That year, my mother was ill and was taken to the hospital in the middle of the night. I am anxious and want to care more about her, but because the final exam is coming soon, my mother keeps everything from me and won't let my father tell me. She only wants me to do well in the exam, but I wish I could spend more time with her. I am worried about watching my father wander between home and hospital every day, but no matter how I ask, all I get is "Your mother is fine."
Finally, before the exam, I persuaded my father to take me to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at my mother's thinner face and sour nose, which made me feel a little distressed. But a certain consciousness reminded me: "No! Never cry in front of your mother, it will make her sad! " So I had to ask questions to distract me, but my mother thought I was naughty and asked me to go home early to review. I'm sad because my mother doesn't know the real reason why I did it.
I always feel that there is a deep gap between my mother and me, which can't be crossed, so I can only watch the fire from the other side. I have the same personality as my mother, and I have widened the gap.
/kloc-during 0/8 years, the little things of life changed me all the time. Gradually, I began to be reluctant to share my thoughts with others. No matter what I think, I will hardly tell others, just because I am afraid that others will sometimes not understand me, and I am even more afraid that this will make others worry. The book says: If I have a happy grass, I will give it to you, because I want to make you happy; If I had two, I would give you one, and I would be very happy. If I have three happy grasses, I will give you two and one to me, because I hope you are happier than me! So I just hope that I bring happiness to others, not trouble.
From 65438 to 2008, under the influence of my father, he and I enjoyed watching war-themed film and television dramas, such as Bright Sword. Every time we look at them, we always talk about them, which also teaches me a lot.
My father and I both hate a neighbor because she always likes to take advantage of others, and she is also very conceited. Every time I see her, I can't help cursing in my heart, but my father is very tolerant. As long as it is not excessive, she won't care.
Most of the time, my father is very modest. He doesn't have many words, but he can deeply influence me. It's a pity that I haven't learned his modest character. With my father, I always feel that there is no generation gap with an old friend, not to mention the impurities of different times. Only happiness, understanding and care. ...
From 65438 to 2008, my father always guided me forward like the dawn. Under his guidance, I fell in love with mathematics, under his influence, I fell in love with the quiet rural life, and with his help, I overcame obstacles again and again and moved forward.
The time of 18 cannot be measured. In retrospect, there seems to be too few stories with parents. It is as calm as the sea, but once it finds words, it will pour out like a flood.
Zi said in Sichuan: the deceased is like a husband, and he will not give up day and night.
I don't know what I will think of my family after 18, but I believe that 18 can change too many things and happen too many stories. Maybe at that time, I can really be a towering tree in my family to protect my family and write our stories.