When I was in the fifth grade, my mother took the private teacher transfer examination, and a total of 20 private teachers were admitted in the district, and my mother took the fourth place in the exam.

Dad was overjoyed, our whole family was overjoyed, Mom was going to Chang'an Normal University to study for two years, and Mom would be a public teacher two years later.

Mom was getting ready for school while talking to Dad about her worries. In two years, my brother and I had to be taken care of by my father, and my mother not only had no income after going to school, but also needed living expenses, and the burden of the family fell on my father. Dad smiled and said: It's okay, just two years, I will definitely take care of the children, it's no problem to use the money carefully, you can rest assured to go to school, two years of hardship is the best day.

The year my mother went to school, my brother was already in his second year of junior high school, and it was obvious that my father's office couldn't make do. Dad changed to a slightly larger office, and the three of us were huddled together.

There are always a lot of conveniences on the days of living at the school, such as I am never late. When the morning bell rang, I walked from my father's office to the classroom. At that time, the winter was very cold, and there was a stove in every office, and I would rush back to the office to make a fire between classes. At that time, the hanging bottle was a glass bottle, and the cork was a white eraser, so I would fill it with boiling water, change the rubber cap, and make sure that it did not seep water, and then stuff it under the cotton jacket, which was very warm.

My brother may be following his mother, and he has strong self-care skills, and if he eats in the cafeteria in the morning and goes to school, he will be late, so his brother gets up very early and makes a bowl of noodles for himself. The noodles are pressed and dried in advance and put in cardboard boxes, and the dishes are also prepared the night before, and after eating, my brother quickly washes the dishes and sets off, and my brother eats in the middle school student cafeteria at noon, and we eat in the cafeteria in the evening.

Mom comes back once a month, usually on Saturday afternoon and on Monday morning.

At first, I was still very happy when my mother came home, because my mother would bring delicious food from their school cafeteria, fragrant xiaolong buns, and tofu milk, which were my favorite foods. On Saturday nights, Dad's office would be lively, Mom would talk about interesting things at school, and Dad would talk about what happened at school this month......

The next day, my mother would cook for us in the office, and my brother would always be there to help her with her work.

My mom, who hadn't seen me for a month, would always notice a whole bunch of problems with me, which started slowly erupting on Sunday mornings.

The first thing I would say was that my hair was not washed, and I was pressed to wash my hair, and my mother's hands were so heavy, as if she was going to pick all the dirt off her scalp this month, and it hurt. I complained that it hurt so much, and she always said it was so dirty and pushed harder, that every time before my mom had to go home, my scalp started to hurt.

Since I was a child, when I ate in the cafeteria, the master washed the dishes intensively, and I didn't develop the habit of washing dishes at all. After my mother finished cooking, my brother always went to wash the dishes naturally, my mother asked me to help, and when I put the bowl louder, my mother would immediately yell at me, asking me to handle it gently, and I simply slipped out early after eating.

The most unbearable thing for me is that my father only has my mother in his eyes, as if there is no existence of me, and once I had breakfast on the weekend, and there was a plate of fried peanuts on the dinner table.

At that time, I didn't like to use chopsticks, I basically used spoons in the cafeteria, and my father didn't require me to learn how to use chopsticks. When I ate fried peanuts in the cafeteria, my father would always put some in my bowl for me to eat slowly, but this morning, my father took a peanut and fed it to my mother's mouth, as if I didn't exist at all. I was very disappointed, I was used to being two people with my father, and when my mother came back, my father seemed to be unable to see me at all, I was full of discomfort, I lifted the plate with my left hand, and took a spoon in my right hand and dug a big spoon hard, and then put down the plate hard to express my dissatisfaction. Mom immediately scolded: There must be rules for eating, why are you so loud.

I suddenly felt very lost, and I slammed the bowl in front of me directly on the table and ran away.......

Every time my mother comes back, it is the beginning of happiness and the unpleasant separation. My dad didn't wash my clothes, I didn't walk with my feet elevated, and so on...

The day my mother came home, she saw all kinds of problems in me, and she was anxious, so she wanted to fix it quickly, and wanted to correct my problems and problems in one go.

How angry I am, the resentment towards my mother is as deep as day by day, I always feel that the day my mother comes back, I am superfluous, I don't look forward to my mother coming home, after my mother comes home, I always hope that my mother will go back to school early.

My mother's top showdown took place during the summer vacation of the fifth grade, and I lived in my mother's daily counts, and I had so many problems, how could I change them all at once?

My father was free-range management for me, and it was impossible for my mother to completely transform me into a sensible girl during the summer vacation, so I bred a strong rebellion in my heart, my mother told me to go east, I leaned to the west, and my mother told me to go west, and I wanted to go east.

That day, my mother said that my desk was too messy and asked me to clean it up, and I said that I didn't think it was messy, and my mother yelled: You are too disobedient. I resisted, I didn't want to hear you, you talk about it every day, it's really annoying. Xu is my mother put up with me for too long, and I came over with a slap. I didn't cry after being slapped, glared at my mother, turned my head and went out.

On a summer afternoon, when it was the most boring, I ran to the teacher's small office where I temporarily lived during the summer vacation, the office was in the west, and I felt like I had entered a steamer when I entered the room, I didn't open the window, I sat on the chair in a daze, I felt very unhappy.

After a while, my face was itchy, and some places were like pins and needles, which should have been hot and covered with prickly heat. At this time, my mother knocked on the door, but I didn't pay attention to it at all, and my mother looked at me at the window and found that I was very anxious with prickly heat on my face. Tell me to come out loud, and I won't say anything. I thought to myself, anyway, you don't like me, and you beat me, I can't go out, and I'm dead from heat.

Mom took a shovel out of the cafeteria and stood at the door shouting, if you don't come out I'll slam the door, I'm afraid that things will make Daddy blame me, so I picked up the broom behind the door and opened the door. I ran to the open space at the door of the cafeteria and confronted my mother, who was holding a shovel and I was holding a broom. Mom told me to put it down, and I said you put it first, and I will let it go.

Fortunately, it was the summer vacation, and the school did not have any households, otherwise everyone would have come out to watch the play.

In the midst of the confrontation, Dad came over. Dad watched me swell and was happy. He took my broom first, and my mother put down her shovel, and my mother looked at my face and neck full of prickly heat, sighed often, and went back to the house.

From where I started, my mother tried not to talk about me when she came back, and I tried not to talk to my mother. There was a big gap between me and my mother.

In fact, since I was a child, my mother has given me a lot of surprises, but my anxious mother will turn the surprise into helplessness.

My mother is very skillful, she can cut clothes, at that time, almost all my clothes were cut by my mother, the fabric was the most fashionable, and the colors were the most gorgeous. Wearing it out often became a trend in school that season, but only I know that my mom was always in a hurry, and one year my beautiful yellow pants were wide at one leg and narrow at the other. Every year during the Chinese New Year, my mother would always come to the city to buy me a beautiful dress to welcome the New Year, and it was always the most fashionable.

In the second grade, a kind of white sunhat was raised, and the large brim was fixed with iron wire, and when not worn, the wire was twisted into a figure of eight and merged, which was particularly provincial. When my mother gave it to me, I was very excited and looked forward to wearing it the next day, but when the next day, I found that there was a patch on the brim of my hat.

When I was in the third grade, the students in the city raised white stockings, and my mother bought them for me when she went to the city, and I wore them happily for a day, and I was reluctant to take them off when I went to sleep. In the evening, my mother washed her socks, and seeing that I liked them so much, she baked them on the electric stove, hoping to dry them early, but her hands shook a little, and the socks fell on the electric stove and burned......

When I was in the fourth grade, the children in the city started to wear ski shirts, and my mother gritted her teeth and bought me one, I remember it was 36 yuan, but my father's salary was only more than 100 yuan at that time. Rural children are all sewn padded jackets, how have I ever seen such clothes, looking at me wearing a red two-sided ski shirt, privately said that it must be cold, this is called beautiful and moving, my heart is beautiful, I know that they are jealous. As a result, after wearing it for a few days, the ski shirt I liked was washed by my mother in a hurry, and it was baked next to the lamp, and the pocket was wrinkled......

My parents went to the city to buy me shirts, but they bought two of them, one was a bright red, which was a particularly popular red shirt that year, and a green checkered shirt, which was very refreshing. I also wondered why it was two, it turned out that my parents had a huge disagreement when choosing a shirt for me, and in the end, no one could convince anyone, so they bought their own favorite ......

At that time, I was too ignorant and hated my mother so much, but my mother's love has always been there, but the family conditions dictated, I didn't have the conditions to grow up with my mother, I didn't develop a lot of details of life, and a lot of common sense of life was because I didn't pay attention to my mother, and my father was too busy, so it was all knowledge in me, but I must admit how much my mother loved me......