After dinner, my mother went to the kitchen to wash dishes. I wanted to ride a bike secretly without telling my mother, but my father said that I must tell my mother. I said that if I told my mother, she wouldn't let me go to school by bike alone, but in the end I listened to my father and went to the kitchen to "inform". Mom did agree, but she kept saying, "Don't ride so fast. Don't cross the road until there is a car on the road. Did you hear that? " "I see." As soon as I put on my shoes, my mother ran out and said to me, "Otherwise, don't go by bike. Let dad carry you. Anyway, he is very free. " "I don't want me not to! I won't. You just promised me that I would go alone. You can't go back on your word! " "Good good, you have to be careful. There are many cars on the road. Do you know? " "I see, don't be so wordy." Dad replied, "Yes, if you are late, there will be more buses. Hurry up. " After that, I went downstairs with my bike and rode to school. After studying at night, I met a classmate younger than me. That's great. Long time no see. After all, we must "catch up". I haven't seen you for three years. I talked for almost 10 minutes. I think it's getting late, so I said I still have to go home. Talk to you next time. In this way, I sent her away, and I was very happy all the way, because I met a primary school classmate I hadn't seen for three years! I was humming a song while riding a bike. Just when I rode to a corner, there were many pebbles. As soon as the front of the car braked, the bicycle fell to the ground, and one of my knees knelt on the dense pebbles. That is a kind of pain! When I lifted my bike, I couldn't see clearly what blood was on my knee, only a lot of sand. I thought it was nothing, but when I got home, my knees were bleeding and I didn't cry at first! But when my father helped me apply alcohol, I cried. My mother ran out of the room and shouted, "Look! If you don't listen to me, you won't listen. Look, how will you go to school tomorrow? " "You too!" She pointed to her father and scolded, "Why don't you camel her!" "I am so idle at home!" "And you, too, clearly know that dad has nothing to do at home, and won't let him camel you. Why are you addicted to cycling? " Dad turned his back on mom. What about me? I was scolded to death, and alcohol was smeared on my bloody knees bit by bit. That feeling, described in one word, is "spicy". Watching, the cotton swabs my father threw stuck to my blood, and I cried even harder! Mother's voice grew louder and louder, until it "expanded" to the point of shouting, and dad whispered, "What's the use of shouting so loudly? I didn't see you coming to help wipe the medicine? " After applying flower oil, I went up to take a bath. My father told me to wash the sand with water. Water poured on my wound again and again. Although it doesn't hurt that much, it still hurts. I wish I had told my father camel me. It doesn't have to be like this now, but it's no use saying anything. After taking a shower, my father disinfected my wound with alcohol and I went to bed. This one. Now I know that I can't always go my own way and listen to adults, otherwise, I will suffer.