My adolescence is a period of trouble, and all adolescents have their own troubles. Failing the exam, being misunderstood by the teacher and so on. These troubles are like the devil's talons, no matter how you run away, you can't escape. I am no exception. As I grew older, I grew from an innocent little girl to a quiet teenager. You have seen all these changes from being lively and active in the past to talking less now, mom. However, our relationship has also changed, and it is no longer as close as before. Especially after junior high school, your misunderstanding of me is getting deeper and deeper. Do I remember? Once, the teacher assigned an assignment about dealing with the relationship between boys and girls. As a junior high school student, I know nothing about these questions, so I want to ask you. At first, you were surprised, but because it is homework, you must explain it to me. In the process of explanation, I found your questioning eyes, as if I understood this matter under the pretext of service industry. I felt really bad at that time. From then on, you began to pay attention to me. My classmates call me to discuss this study. You always ask if it is a male classmate or a female classmate. If you are a male classmate, you always stare at me as if I had made a big mistake. I know what you mean and I know your love for me. You did this purely to prevent Shi from going astray. But you know what? Because of your excessive concern, all my classmates left me, leaving me alone. Sometimes, you even read my diary. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Your behavior makes me very sad. Mom, I hope I can restore my previous intimate relationship with my children. I don't want to grow up under your misunderstanding. I just want an understanding mother, a mother who treats me as a friend and a bosom friend, instead of always treating me as a child. Take care of my mother everywhere. Mom, a bird with wings can always fly. I am like that bird. One day, you have to learn to face it independently. Your excessive concern has led to your misunderstanding of me, and I also understand that I can only grow up with your misunderstood concern, and I have no chance to exercise. Mom, clear up the misunderstanding and estrangement between us and let me fly, ok? Dad, you misunderstood me. It is rare that my parents are not here today. I turned on the computer and typed an article. Usually, my parents don't allow me to touch the computer for fear of affecting my study. But I just want to type some articles on the computer, so I should be a thief today. Ding Rinrin, a ringing bell interrupted my thoughts, startled me, and quickly turned off the computer. As soon as the door opened, it was dad: "Garden, what are you doing at home? It took you so long to open the door? Are you playing computer? Don't study? " Dad asked. "No, I swear by my hands and feet that I am definitely studying." Lying is not easy. I was deeply moved. "That's good, study hard and be admitted to a key high school." Say that finish, dad took something and left. I sighed, forget it. I will finish the exercise today, lest my father doubt it. A few days later, I did badly in an exam. Holding the test paper and crying silently, dad said nothing. It's just that when I do exercises, I always feel that someone is staring at me, and my father is still not at ease. But I don't want my parents to know that I am writing articles on the computer. I am afraid that my father will say that my work is not in place. I had to start underground activities and become an "underground party". Bang! Dad patted the table. "I see you are very mysterious recently. So you are busy with this matter and don't study hard. What's the use of writing these! " I think I was misunderstood, and the language became weak at this time. In dad's eyes, only reading and doing problems can be called studying hard. I don't think I can explain anything I closed the door myself and looked at the blue sky. The wind dried the tears in my eyes. Even if my father doesn't support me, I will continue to write. I still do exercises day after day. Rub your eyes when you are tired and go to the lobby for a drink. Dad snapped at me, "Go back to the house and do your homework. Don't waste time. " Mechanically turning around, endless exercises. "Garden, your composition has made great progress recently!" The teacher told me in class and I laughed. My efforts were not in vain. "Breaking news, Garden, one of your articles has been published in a magazine." "Really, let me have a look." Ah! I'm so happy! When I got home, I still bowed my head and did my homework quickly. "Garden," my father stopped me, "congratulations, you originally wrote an article to improve your composition, dead girl, why didn't you tell me?" "I'm not afraid of being misunderstood by you!" "By the way, Dad, how do you know?" "This ... that ..." "Never mind, I feel so happy, thank you, Dad!" I don't know if it's good or bad.