The exam is coming tomorrow, and everyone is eagerly studying. I am no exception. Maybe it's too much pressure. I am very distressed.

In the dead of night, I am still looking through my Chinese book in confusion, but I can't understand it at all. At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in with a cup of hot milk in her hand.

"Son, have an exam tomorrow. Stop reading tonight, drink milk and go to bed early! " Mom said with concern with a smile.

Although I know my mother's mind, my irritability has turned me into a hedgehog, and my mother has become the object of venting.

"I don't want to drink. I don't even have time to read. Do I still have time to drink milk? " I don't look up.

"You'd better go to bed early for the exam tomorrow, or you'll be listless tomorrow." There was a hint of anxiety in my mother's tone. "You leave me alone! I can't read my book! " I yelled at my mother. The atmosphere suddenly became very dead and embarrassing. My mother was stabbed all over by me, like a turtle without a shell. I know my mother cares about me, and I know I hurt my mother. In fact, I really don't want to say those harsh words, but I don't know why, as soon as I opened my mouth, these words came out like a barrage.

My mother silently tidied up the books I put on the bed. Seeing that I was not "sleepy", she turned around and sighed and closed the door gently. ...

Listening to the mother's footsteps behind the door and looking at the steaming milk in front of me, my heart is full of guilt. I want to run out and say "sorry" to my mother. However, I have no courage.

In this silent night, I hurt my mother, but my mother laughed it off and was so tolerant of me. Broad maternal love makes me feel great, but it also makes me feel guilty.

I turned off the light and heard my mother approaching and leaving. I looked at the ceiling and made up my mind that I would apologize to my mother tomorrow.

I suddenly feel that my mother's love is like air, keeping me alive, but I often forget its existence.

Ma clan commune

From the time I was sensible, I felt that my mother had supreme authority at home, which was enough to make my father, a handsome seven-foot man, condescend and make my teenage girl in this new era nod her head and lower her eyebrows. Don't believe it? Please listen to my true confession!

Dad introduced mom to the beauty salon every Saturday, and even invited someone to pick her up. I just don't understand how my father can be so considerate, so I took advantage of my mother's beauty and asked, "Dad, do you think you are so afraid of your mother?" Do you care about beauty? "Dad threw up a smoke turn and said simply," Don't you understand? "Don't you think that without a mother, the air is particularly fresh, the sky is particularly blue, the flowers are particularly beautiful, and people are particularly relaxed? That kind of feeling, to put it bluntly, is like ... "

"The prisoner is on sentry duty!"

"Ha ha, great minds think alike."

"That's right! But it seems too exaggerated. My mother and your wife are not that terrible, are they? "

"Don't underestimate your mother, she is terrible."

"Who, who is terrible?" Just then, my mother's voice sounded outside the door, and my father and I immediately shut up. Dad winked at me in despair.

When our heartbeat reached 1000 times per second, mother pushed the door and came in.

Look, this is the strength of my dear mother, who has never met fame.

Don't believe it? Give another example as proof.

Although my mother lets my father and I do almost everything, she still does some housework, such as morning, noon and evening every day. Moreover, in order to eradicate my father's middle-aged obesity and my chubby teenager, she also carefully made some "diet packages" and "nutrition packages": a glass of milk for breakfast, two apples at noon, two pieces of dry bread at night and a bowl of boiled vegetable soup. Mom also said that this is a star's fitness method, called "more meals a day, less meals."

"Mom, how many meals are there a day?"

"Five meals."

"Then can I eat two meals in advance?"

"yes."

"Well, wife, I also want an advance." Dad can't take it anymore.

"Mom, where are the materials for the two meals? Dad and I will do it ourselves. " My eyes are green with hunger. "Cooking? Just take two apples. "

Oh, my God.

These days, my father and I always go to work and school early. One of us just stepped out on the back foot and the other stepped out on the front foot. Whoever goes out first will get the same result. We all have to secretly bring a bread or biscuit to fill our stomachs, which wastes our mother's heart and blood.

"People eat for the sky." In this respect, my father and I are both troubled, but what is even more troubled is my mother's wonderful theory about dressing.

Once, after watching the fashion show on TV, my mother had a whim, saying that the society is developing and the times are changing. As the head of the family, a person with taste should lead my father and me to catch up with the rhythm of the times and always stand at the top of the trend. Therefore, she decided to keep pace with the times and carry out the 25,000-mile clothing "Long March" to become a contemporary frolic player. At first, my father and I were quite happy, thinking that we had fashionable clothes to wear. This kind of mood is better than climbers climbing Mount Everest and Yang Liwei going into space. However, her so-called "trend" is actually sewing a few pieces of colored cloth on the old clothes in those warehouses. This is nothing. What makes people faint is that she has to sew Donald Duck on the outside of my coat (God, how old I am), bring big fireworks on my father's suit (what age is this, old-fashioned), and say something different, nostalgic. Fortunately, I have to wear school uniforms five days a week, or I will be laughed to death by my classmates. If you want me to put on those clothes, I can't find a gap to hide my face when I dig three feet.

A few days ago, my father's army asked for some clothes. My father donated all those clothes without saying anything. Even pulled down the curtain for his embarrassing years.

In addition to material things such as "food and clothing", my mother also arrogantly occupied the spiritual field of watching TV.

I remember in the last World Cup, my father and I were absorbed in the match between Brazil and Germany, and my mother floated by like a ghost.

"Change the channel! What is there to see in football? "

"Don't change!" My father and I winked at each other and vowed to defend the integrity of the country to the death-watch the World Cup!

At this time, my mother's "gentle" eyes turned to me: "Do you want to change?" I wanted to be as firm as Lu Xun and resolutely oppose the "white terror and gentle trap", but I saw the "evil light" in my mother's eyes. I think, after all, mother and daughter had a fight, so, "change!" " I said firmly.

"Traitor!" Dad was angered.

Mom turned her eyes to dad again. She showed a "gentle nature", sitting next to her father and holding his thighs in her hands. "Husband, will you change?"

Dad turned to the window. "Well, it's really sunny today."

"If you don't change your words, do you want to change them?"

"If you don't change it, you won't change it."

"Do you have the heart to break your wife's heart?"

"..." I saw my mother's hand squeeze my father's thigh harder. Well, I don't think dad will last long.

Finally, as I expected, my father "died gloriously." "Wife, I change, can't I change?"

Mom smiled proudly, really, really, bitch! Pity my dad. Alas, who told me to have an overbearing mother?

But my mother meant well and didn't change the channel in the end. However, she has another idea. "Husband, Whelan, let's make a bet. I bet on Brazil. What do you bet? "

Besides Germany, what else can we bet on? With three minutes to go, Brazil is two points ahead. Is it necessary to gamble?

Sure enough, Brazil won. Mom contacted me and dad.

"For what?"

"Give money."

"You didn't say anything about gambling."

"Of course!"

I pretended not to hear and looked at her in confusion.

"Don't pretend, you are my life, I don't know you yet. I used this trick twenty years ago. "

God, what kind of mother is this? What kind of mother will ask her daughter for money? ……

To explain, all the money my mother wants to come has bought me books. )

Well, suppose our family is a matriarchal clan, but I have no position. Suppose it is a patriarchal clan, but the father has no status. Come and go again and again, my father and I finally know that we live in a matriarchal clan commune.

In fact, no matter how threatening my mother is, my father and I don't care, because we all know that it is a unique expression of her love. As long as the family lives happily together, it is enough. Really, in the world, it is our blessing that three people meet by fate and form a family full of laughter. Here, I want to say to my mother: I love you, thank you, mom!

The beauty of wisdom

That night, when I read Wang's Happy Dictionary, I cried. This is not a grandstanding program, but people who no longer love Aunt Qiong Yao and Jin Yong heroes will like it, because there is a kind of truth and wisdom, as well as that kind of expectation and tension. It was that man who touched me. His family dreams are all for others, and he has almost nothing himself. He has a sister in Canada. She has a computer but no printer, so he wants to buy a printer for her sister in Canada.

Wang asked, then how do you give it to your sister? He said, I want two more round-trip tickets to Canada for my parents to send. They miss their daughter. Hearing this, I was a little moved. As a son, he is filial, and as an elder brother, he is considerate. What a nice person this is. The host was also very moved. She asked, then why did you buy a computer for your parents? He said that because his parents miss their sister who is thousands of miles away, he would give them a computer to send her an email and let her send her thoughts home. This is his family dream, almost all for his family, the host asked, are you sure? Of course, he's smiling. Because there are twelve questions to answer, and almost every question is very heavy, how easy is it to get to the top? By the sixth question, he was obviously at a loss. At this time, he used the first hotline to ask the audience to help him. As a result, he was lucky to pass, but he was calm and even a little depressed. The host was very surprised, because if all the other contestants had cheered, why was he so calm? He replied: He felt embarrassed. Why do so many people know this problem and he doesn't?

At this time, I almost admired him. What a calm and confident man he is. The answer continues, suspense is being answered more and more, and people are getting more and more nervous. By the time I got to the last question, my hands were sweating, as if I was the one who expected to get a printer, two round-trip air tickets to Canada and a computer. Just for the sake of his filial piety and affection for his sister, he should get the correct answer. The last question came out, which is actually one out of six. It's about water resources. He looked at the question quietly and didn't speak for a long time. His parents also sat under the stage watching him nervously, and the host seemed eager to give birth to a special function to tell him the answer. This is the last helpline he used. I called my sister in Canada.

The phone was connected and he didn't speak for a long time. The girl across the street is in a hurry. Brother, speak quickly, or it will be too late. Because it's only 30 seconds. Wang also called, hurry up, don't waste time, this is your last chance! He was silent for a while and said, Sister, do you miss our parents? My sister said, of course. Sitting in front of the TV, I am in a hurry. Oh, my God, when is this? How can you be immersed in love? Is he going to give up his last perfection? I'm getting angry. How can someone be so calm? Why are you still saying these endless words? He said, then let our parents come to see you, ok? Sister said, really? He nodded confidently: Yes, your wish will come true soon. Then when the time came, the phone was cut off.

God, it suddenly dawned on me that he knew this question at all, and the answer was already well-thought-out! He just wants to call his sister and share the joy of success with her! My tears burst out. Because of his wisdom, because of his extraordinary calmness and beauty. Sure enough, he spoke the answer gently, and both Wang and I saw the moving and unspeakable. Wang said there has never been a player like you. Yes, never. A calm and wise man like him brings us full joy at the last moment after a long silence. And the parents under the stage, the corner of their eyes is also quietly wet.

I never think that only "love" is beautiful, such as love, affection and friendship. I never thought that wisdom could be so beautiful. It makes our numb hearts dance gently on this beautiful and humorous night.

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