Guizhou Shiluyao, you moved me essay

I am a lucky person. Life is like a winding path of time. It is long and difficult to measure with a ruler. It is colorful and full of the fragrance of flowers, but it is also full of luck. Luck is an accidental surprise, luck is a moment of awakening, and luck makes me luckier. As time went by, as I grew up, my mother had more wrinkles on her face. My parents always have high expectations for me. They always compare me with others, saying how good others are and how bad I am. I have heard such words countless times, and I have been saddened countless times. I've heard a lot of truths, but every time they go in one ear and out the other. My mother held my reluctant examination paper, and her slightly trembling hands were filled with vicissitudes of life. I didn't feel any guilt at all. I was waiting for my mother's reprimand with some fear, and even felt a little annoyed. As expected, my mother crumbled the paper and threw it in front of me, and started to accuse me endlessly. She connected my usual mistakes one by one and said how bad I was. I couldn't help but feel a little trembling and pain in my chest. I had been dissatisfied for more than ten years, and I seemed to want to tell everything at this moment. , and asked: "Am I your biological child? Why do you do this to me." But I still chose to close the door, even though my eyes were filled with tears. It was late at night, and my eyes were dry. I slowly recalled that my mother's words were all for my own good, to make me understand the truth, compared with those ignorant people who were cared for by their families. I'm lucky because my mother is different. Failure is to be endured alone, falling is to get up by oneself, maternal love is to let go.

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