I am a good student. My progress is inseparable from the hard education of teachers and the sincere help of my classmates, but I am more grateful to my parents.
Hell training
I was timid since I was a child. When I went out, I didn't even see a cute puppy, let alone let me walk alone at night. But my mother doesn't care. Every time she asked me to take out the garbage, she chose the time after dinner. I crustily skin of head, opened the door, slipped into the corner, did not dare to look back, and gritted my teeth and ran downstairs. Once or twice, I gradually became a little bold. Once, I turned my head quietly. Hey, my mother followed, I stopped, and my mother didn't go forward. Oh, I see. From then on, I will not be afraid to send garbage again. I know my mother has been watching me, and I am safe.
Nagging and annoying
Sending me to school in the morning is the golden moment for my mother to nag about the radio. She never forgets to tell me: respect teachers, get along well with classmates, pay attention to lectures, and ask teachers in time if not. As long as I make a little progress, my mother will take a vaccination at once-don't be proud. I failed in the exam, and my mother helped me sum up my lessons and cheered me up. When I walked into my favorite campus, I felt like a wound-up toy. I'm afraid I won't do well and I'll have to accept annoying nagging when I get home. Boring nagging is actually a great motivation, leading me to study hard and make progress every day.
bomb wantonly and inhumanly
Dad likes books, and he also wants me to love reading. Every time I come back from bookstores and book fairs, my bag is full of books, and several bookshelves in my bedroom are piled up. In my father's words, I am sitting in the book city. As my father expected, I often read the books he bought for me, and gradually formed the habit of reading. And I have read many books, and I can recite some details. I like reading. This activity inspired my father, who bought more. Driven by him, my mother joined in, but my mother, unwilling to spend money, went to the library to borrow it, and even went to the library for me all weekend.
My mother's devil training has improved my courage, and my annoying nagging has made my grades outstanding. My knowledge and vision have been enriched and broadened under my father's indiscriminate bombing. I am very happy, and I am thriving with their company.