The motor of the tricycle roared abruptly, and puffs of green smoke rose from its exhaust pipe, and the iron lump was like a stubborn bull, rushing desperately to the top of the slope. The tricycle was driven by www.biquge.info father surnamed Zheng, who was skillful in gearing, talking to the people in the carriage while keeping the gear, because the motor was too loud, the person who spoke had to raise his voice and shout, leaving a lot of dialogue in the green smoke behind the car.

My mother's face was so ugly that I didn't dare to look up at my mother's face because I was shameless. In the midst of all my thoughts, I cautiously glanced at my mother, and her mother's expression made my heart cut like a knife. I felt very guilty that I was not angry, and that morning there was a parent-teacher conference at school, and I was going to call an acquaintance to replace my parents, but I couldn't bear to let my mother know that my grades would be so bad. However, I knew too few people, so I could only call my mother from her home dozens of kilometers away to school. My mother probably never imagined that her son would be so decadent, and my name was at the bottom of the class, and I still don't know the last few places, because I didn't even have the courage to look at the report card at that time, and the grades were too poor.

An aunt asked her mother, "How are your new grades?" The mother didn't even have a smile to deal with, and she replied lightly, "This guy made me sad to death, and I will never give him a parent-teacher conference again!" "I was nestled in the corner of the carriage, my head bowed, and at that moment I felt that I was useless, that there was no hope, and now even my mother had given up on me! I was a good argument in many things, but I was speechless in this kind of thing.

What kind of youth is that? Can make my academic performance plummet?

It was an age when love letters were flying all over the sky, and I was drunk and dreamed of death. The love was at the beginning, but he failed to stop the precipice, and he was precocious, which made affection a sign of that age. How many nights of self-study have been drowsy because of the way a girl walks, what is knowledge?

It was an age when the rivers and lakes were full of righteousness. After evening self-study, I heard that there were many vicious battles to be fought, and I needed to hold bricks to support the scene, and when I heard that my blood was boiling, isn't this the legendary rivers and lakes? So I lit a cigarette, pretended to be a gangster, and shuttled through the streets and alleys, waiting for the war to happen. But it's very depressed, the momentum is so big, three years of high school, and I haven't even waited for a vicious battle, is it that the other party is scared? Or is it a Jianghu incident deliberately made up by Lao Guan?

After the parent-teacher conference, I fell into a stage of self-blame and self-reflection, and my mother's disappointment gave me a lot of motivation. So I changed my normal and began to be silent, I was no longer seen playing basketball on the playground, I was no longer seen under the dim street lamp, and I was no longer seen behind the girl. However, behind the ambition and pride, there is a momentary discovery of conscience. That momentum gradually came to naught, and when I decided to dig into the books, I felt too much powerlessness, too many lessons that had been pulled down, and a kind of helplessness to go back.

I buried my future with my own hands, and I was more affectionate at an age when I should be studying. At an age when it should be vibrant, it's sad. Although there were some objective factors that affected my normal life and studies to a large extent at that time, this was not the main excuse, and there was no need to excuse my decadence with other reasons.

When I think of that embarrassing moment, the despair on my mother's face, I always feel like my heart is pounding. I feel guilty for being an uncompetitive person, and I should bring honor to my family, or get into a good university to repay them, shouldn't I?

The road is long, there is no need to immerse yourself in a life of guilt, isn't life a process of awakening again and again? Keep your mother's disappointed look in your heart, be brave yourself, be a better version of yourself, and let your mother's smile bloom on her face again. Return your life to a clean slate.