Listen to your mother. I looked down and whispered. -Inscription borrowed an MP3 from a friend and listened to Jay Chou's Listen to Mom. In the classroom, I lie prone on my desk and listen to this song that my friend said was worth listening to over and over again. I accidentally saw the blue sky outside the window. Light blue. It is said that mother is as great as the blue sky. They all say that we should love our mother as we love the blue sky. They said, listen to your mother. Jay Chou also said, listen to your mother. I always write how I love her and how she loves me in my articles, and then look at the teacher and write "Good boy!" " In the upper right corner. Good mother. "Sometimes I feel sick, hum, hypocrisy! I laughed at myself. However, after watching it several times, I thought, in fact, she really did that to me. I remember when I was a child, she used to comb my hair by that little dresser. I remember when I was a child, she always used her old bicycle without any luxury to drive me to play on the slide that seems naive now, and heard my crisp and loud laughter. I remember when I was a child, she always came to my bedside before I went to bed and gently told me the old story of "Wolf coming". I remember a lot about her and me. Now, she often gets up early to cook eggs that I'm tired of, and talks about "eggs are good, don't be hungry after eating them." "She will go all the way to buy me that famous wonton, but every time I eat it, she will always sit next to me and say," It's not worth buying it all the way. "She still often gets up in the middle of the night to look for me in my room to see if I've been kicked and doesn't want me to catch cold, and then the next day she says," I'm so old, I still need someone to take care of me. "She still did a lot of things for me. But I don't want to always listen to her. I once told myself that she just gave birth to me. Why should I listen to her? ! We often quarrel. It is noisy almost every week. I always say to myself that I have an ignorant mother. She is superstitious. I found this in the third grade. I got a serious illness that year and I haven't been cured for a long time. One day, I suddenly heard her say to the other end of the phone, when will the fairy arrive? How much will it cost? Then that afternoon, I saw many people come to my house. A man wearing a cloak and holding the so-called Jade Dragon smiled and counted the money she handed him, saying that soon, your daughter will be well. Then the man came to my room and ordered his disciples to look at other rooms. Then the man walked around me a few times and looked at my room in a good way. Then I heard the man say that Feng Shui is not very good. Then I heard the man tell her that she needed to do something. Then I saw her coming in and out, holding something I didn't know. Then I was cheated. Gradually began to regain consciousness. I ran into my room and found the man in my room. The man smiled and said to me, son, everything is safe after practice. I looked up and stared at him mercilessly, this hateful man! The anger in my heart made me give him a hard push and say loudly, you think you can fool my mother and you can fool me! His face looks a little ugly. At this moment, she just came over and saw this scene. I thought she would reflect on herself, but she yelled at me, you damn child! Sir, you did this to him for your own good! Then she went to her husband and said, I'm sorry, the child is not sensible, so don't be angry. I heard the man say with a fake smile, it's okay, it's okay, son. I pushed the man away angrily, ran into the study, closed the door and sat in a corner, tears had already flowed down. Is this the same person who has always taught me to believe in science and oppose superstition? Why did she become like this? Why did she scold me? Why are you scolding me? Why doesn't she trust her daughter? Why did you treat that so-called fairy like that? She's not my mother! But in the end, I was "done" by that man, and tears filled my eyes. Because she is my mother. She is my mother, and that will never change. But I still don't know why she said "you don't understand mom" next to me at that time. Maybe. I will never understand the word "mom". Even if you turn over Ci Hai, you can't read it. I pressed another key of this pink MP3, "Single Cycle". MP3, looking at this exquisite MP3, while listening to Jay's nagging over and over again, I thought a lot. She won't let me buy MP3 unless I am admitted to a key university. I can't remember how many times I got up the courage to ask her "I want an MP3 player". I don't need very high-grade MP3, let alone MP4, which is very luxurious. I just want to have a very simple MP3 player. Under the torture of studying, I can hear Jay Chou and Hou Xian make my mouth turn up. But I can't remember how many times she turned down my little request directly. She said that listening to MP3 will affect learning; She said, don't listen to MP3 in order to get into Jinzhong. She said it was for your own good not to let you listen to MP3. She said, why can't you understand mom?
Hmm; She said, listen to your mother. I don't understand why other friends' mothers are willing to buy an MP3 for their children, but my mother is not. I don't understand why listening to MP3 will affect my study. I don't understand, just because my brother doesn't study so well and happens to have an MP3 player? I don't understand her. I don't want to hear it from her! I can't remember how many times I quarreled with her about MP3. Every time I object first, but every time I fail with tears in my eyes. She will always win. Because she is my mother. Because a daughter should listen to her mother. But I still don't know why she whispers around me every time. You don't understand, mom. Maybe. I will never understand the word "mom". Even if you turn over Ci Hai, you can't read it. I don't think I'm here to complain to others and say, "Mom doesn't understand me and I hate her." I simply tell others that this is my mother and I must listen to her. Perhaps, I have the consciousness of "mom doesn't understand me", but I don't have the consciousness of "I hate mom". I don't know why. I'm just saying I don't want to listen to my mother. I'm just saying I don't like her as my mother. I still remember that she is no longer young to me, and she is becoming less and less beautiful. But every time a friend asks me who you love the most, I always blurt it out, my mother. I don't know why. Do I really love my mother? They say that the first reaction is always the best expression of people's deepest thoughts. Is that really the case? The second Sunday in May is Mother's Day every year. My friend said to me. Mother's day? Yes, it will be here soon. Send some presents to your mother.