Another weekend. I packed my books heavily, and my father's voice sounded in my ear, "Be sure to take my books home to study." In fact, one week I didn't bring anything home to study, just because I failed the Chinese exam in the month. My father was full of doubts: Am I not studying well and playing with bad classmates? Are you arrogant, or is there another reason? As soon as I got home, I was bombarded by "sugar-coated shells", asking questions and talking about education. When I was a child, I was a little scared to think of it. angry ...

Back home, back to the familiar home, the home where you can walk around with your eyes closed, still exudes that warm breath and a warm current of concern. My parents' kind faces appeared in my sight, and the two wrinkled faces engraved by years were as haggard and yellow as the gullies on the Loess Plateau.

I hate myself for being so disappointing. Why did I always tell myself that I would do well in the exam before the exam, but the final result was so disappointing? Why is life always so cruel to me, and I always think that good things always turn into such tragic consequences? I pointed to the sky and told it loudly: it's not my fault. You entrusted your dream to my parents. It's not my fault. "People are alive, who can not make mistakes?" This is what the ancients said. Can I correct my mistake? Have you never made a mistake in your life? I don't believe it!

Chinese, the language that gives me nightmares, why aren't you so eager to learn math and physics?

Writing often makes me fail, but it is difficult to write flowers with gorgeous words on my chest. Either the subject matter is not novel enough, the score is not high, or it is off topic and the sentences are different, which makes people sad. ...

Years of torture made my father seldom smile. The sad face and frowning brows once made my children feel so distressed and helpless. We are still young and can't get out of the heavy burden of our father and share the heavy family burden for our father. I used to think that the experience of growing up was as carefree as when I was a child. But one day, I finally understood. Several complicated things came at me together, which made me breathless and particularly sad. It's really like a big stone hanging in my heart, hanging heavily in my heart. In those days, I finally understood how sophisticated and patient it is to solve all kinds of complicated things faced by an adult. I understand the burden of being a father.

Dad, although I am still a junior high school student, I still need your support, but I can deeply understand your love for me. Everything you do is for your own good. I will definitely study harder, I will definitely not let you down, and I will definitely not live up to your expectations.

Dad came face to face and whispered in my ear about his original teaching. What he heard was no longer nagging, but sweet advice ...