The phone is very loud. The head teacher at the other end of the phone complained mercilessly, but you smiled apologetically and put in a good word for me. Hang up the phone. You looked at me helplessly. There is only one short sentence: now you still have a chance.
That night, I couldn't sleep all night. I remember from the time I was sensible, I knew that my family had been poor and poor. Others have dolls, and I only have the sandbags you made for me. At that time, I remember that silence and air accompanied me every day. In this environment and this home, I learned to be independent and silent. And stubborn. I remember. In junior high school, I had a quarrel with you to go to this school. Finally, you walked past the interpersonal relationship with a helpless face and sent me in. I thought my poor performance was holding me back. During the military training, five days later, the two sisters burst into tears. I paused, watching. Finally, I went home with a smile on my face, and your face showed unprecedented disappointment. I thought you were happy that I was strong. It's late at night and people are quiet. The air in the room seems to have condensed. I've thought a lot. I found, I understand. As a mother, what you want most is that your daughter is among the best in school. What I hope most is that my daughter can wolf down your cooking every week when she comes home. What I hope most is that my daughter can put down her time to dress herself up and chat with her mother. None of this matters. I didn't know that what you want most is that I can miss you, even for a little while, just for a little while, because you know, I still have a chance to learn. As long as I study hard and eat, I can't help eating and chatting. I don't know if I will take the initiative, but as it turns out, I never knew that mom really loved me.
I choked up. I recall that in the past, in order to send my brother to college, my mother tore her face and asked relatives to borrow money, even being insulted. In order to get through my interpersonal relationship, my mother and her boss sent the family there. Seeing my mother wandering around the station, I couldn't help blushing. I didn't realize how ignorant I was until I watched her desperately calling for passengers. The wind blows tears. Mom, you used to have beautiful black hair, but you worked hard for me. Mom, aren't you discouraged when the wind blows head-on? Because you know. This family needs your support, mom. Tonight. Your ignorant daughter will never make you cry again. This book, my good teacher's book, is like a magic mirror. Looking at it, I was attracted by it and began to "indulge". The wonderful novels, imaginative fairy tales and wonderful poems in the book often make me miss it.
Books, like teachers, always contribute in obscurity and impart knowledge to us bit by bit.
People say that books are the ladder of human progress, so am I. I like reading books very much since I was a child, because the stories in books attract me all the time. When I was a child, I liked reading fairy tales best. I also learned a lot from these fairy tales! The ugly duckling taught me that no matter what you used to be, as long as you make 100% efforts now, you have a chance to become a white swan. "Brave Little Tailor" taught me again: When encountering danger, you should use the wisdom in your little head to avoid danger, and never try to be brave and confront the enemy, otherwise you will only get hurt. Books, like teachers, have taught me a lot.
Gradually, when I grew up, I began to be dissatisfied with just reading these fairy tales. Pick up a famous book to read. Although the language of "Old Things in the South of the City" is not so magnificent, it touched me with that ordinary language and made me happy, happy, sad and happy with the characters in the story. Books are really my mentor and friend.
Not only that, this book also taught me some philosophy of life. Once, I had an awkward conversation with my friends at school because of a small matter. I am sad. Although I know it's my fault, I can't apologize to my friends. As soon as I got home, I picked up a book and began to read. I read a short story in the book Tom and Jimmy's Friendship. Although Tom and Jimmy are puppies, they are both willing to sacrifice themselves to save their friends. My eyes are full of tears. Thought: I'm not even as good as a puppy. Is it that hard? Don't! I made up my mind to apologize to my friends, and as a result, my friendship with them was restored. This book taught me.
Books, my mentor. You always pay silently behind my back, contribute everything to me, make me progress, gain self-confidence, gain truth and gain knowledge. I will always remember this.
As the saying goes: the book has its own golden house. I believe this must be true. I will continue to grow up with books in the future and dig out my own "golden house"!