Looking for the full text of my mother's junior high school text

Author: Hu Shi

Every day at dawn, my mother wakes me up and tells me to get dressed and sit up. I don't know how long she sat awake. When she saw me awake, she told me what I did wrong yesterday, and let me admit my mistake and study hard. Sometimes she will tell me all kinds of benefits of dad, and she will say, "You should follow in your father's footsteps. All my life, I only know this complete person. You should learn from him and don't lose his shares. " Losing shares is humiliating and ugly. When she talks about her sadness, she often tears. It was not until dawn that she dressed me and urged me to go to early education. The key to the school gate is at Mr. Wang's house; I looked at the school gate first, then ran to my husband's house and knocked at the door. Someone in Mr. Wang's house handed the key through the door. I took it and ran back. I opened the door and sat down to study. In ten days, I was the first to open the school gate for eight or nine days. I didn't go home for breakfast until my husband came.

My mother is the most strict with me. She is a loving mother and a strict father. But she never scolds me or hits me in front of others. I did something wrong and she just looked at me. I was frightened when I saw her stern eyes. The crime was not serious. She waited until I woke up the next morning to teach me a lesson. She committed a great crime, closing the door when others were silent, first blaming me, then punishing me, or kneeling down, or wringing my flesh. No matter how heavy the punishment is, I am not allowed to cry. She taught her son not to vent his anger and asked others to listen.

One early autumn evening, I had dinner and played at the door, wearing only a vest. At that time, my mother's sister, Aunt Yu Ying, lived in my house. Afraid that I was cold, she took out a small shirt for me to put on. I refuse to wear it. She said, "put it on, it's cold." I casually replied: "Niang (cool) what! Laozi is not Laozi. " As soon as I said this, I looked up and saw my mother coming out of the house. I put on my shirt quickly. But she heard this frivolous remark. In the dead of night, she made me kneel and gave me a heavy punishment. She said, "How proud you are to lose my father! Easy to talk! " She was trembling with anger and refused to let me go to sleep. This is my strict teacher and my loving mother. My mother is the kindest and gentlest to others and has never said anything that hurts her feelings. But sometimes she is also very strong and not insulted by her personality. My fifth uncle is a loafer. One day, he complained in a cigarette shop that my mother needed help at home and was probably always kind to him. This sentence reached my mother's ear. She burst into tears with anger. She invited several people in her family and called her fifth uncle. She asked him to his face who he had given him what benefits. She didn't stop until Uncle Wu publicly admitted his mistake and made amends. I lived under my mother's lessons for nine years and was greatly influenced by her. I left her when I was fourteen (actually only 1202 or three months old). I have been playing poker alone in this vast sea of people for more than 20 years, and no one has ever taken care of me. If I learn a little good temper, if I learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive and understand others-I have to thank my loving mother.