On that day, "August 1st" Army Day, the storm was raging, and I said wildly:

Mom's leisure life, in my place, has become very boring, and even a little boring! Where to start?

Alas! When I got up in the morning, I didn't have time to wash my face, so I was called downstairs to skip rope again (who would have been so miserable as me during the summer vacation?). ）！ Another 500 quests! For me, it's a strange taste. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As a result, it was only a little okay, and I ran downstairs a little less than yesterday.

When I was jumping rope, I saw countless mosquitoes dancing around my mother and above her head, and I saw her constantly waving her arms, or flapping her arms or slapping her legs. I watched my mother begin to grow big red envelopes, highlighting the skin, and she scratched red scratches one after another. I felt heartbroken. Mom, you have worked hard, you have suffered, I thank you! I assure you that I will never fail to live up to your expectations, and I will definitely persevere, and I will never give up until I achieve my goal! I'm sure I can do it. I've never believed so much in myself.

As soon as I got home, a storm began to storm outside the window. God, why don't you get angry for half an hour or an hour in the morning, so I don't have to practice skipping rope! Deliberately angry with me.

At noon, I'm more like an unlucky bastard, eating potatoes again! Old mother, potatoes are very fattening. My confidence was diminished.

If you ask people all over the world, there won't be a single person who says he doesn't want to play. I don't say I want to play, but I really want to make my voice heard: from now on, I can take Latin dance lessons every day!

Let me tell you a secret, my mother reads this girl's diary every day! She said, half an hour a day, write 500 words, add a topic, and after three years, your essay will be the best!

If she reads it today, she will definitely say, "You didn't write 500 words today!" ”

Mother--justso_so too! But I can't tell you any more about my bad luck today, Diary! Go - because I'm already - I can't stand it anymore!

I'm going to -- go to the W.C!

Mother will admonish me, and call me sultry and manic:

Today, my mother talked about the disadvantages of early love. I also think I should adjust my mental state.

It's just that I don't understand a question, and my mother said: You still don't know what the responsibility of liking someone is? You can't fall in love.

Like someone and there is a responsibility? I've never heard of it. So what? I want to know. Mom, please answer me - preferably on paper.

I'm sure I'll be able to adjust my mindset.

Mom, don't worry.

In the blank space below, my mother wrote a strong and powerful chic font: I think the responsibility of liking a person is to first be responsible and fulfill all obligations to others; The second is to be responsible for yourself. That is to say, only when you get a bachelor's degree or have a master's degree, can you enter the society, that is, at the age of 23, you have a certain ability to take responsibility, you are rational and mature in thought, you are physically developed and mature, and when you are first successful in your studies, you can talk about emotional problems, which is the greatest responsibility for yourself and others.

I believe that you, my baby, will be able to grow into a good girl with a sense of responsibility, a sense of obligation, and excellent in all aspects.

It was a cloudy day, and I was looking forward to my mother's encouragement:

Mom, time has been slowly and quietly approaching for 20 days. Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have wasted that precious time a few days ago, but there is no regret medicine in the world, so I can only seize the day now and seize the time!

I estimate that by the end of your vacation, my results may not be as good as I could be.

Maybe I'm going to cry? Maybe I'll laugh? More likely I'll be crying or laughing?

Twenty days have quietly and slowly approached - after that, everything is equal to zero, and I know that everything I have to do: start with "zero".

Without giving, there will be no return.

However, I doubted my abilities. I suspect I'm not going to be there.

Mom, can you give me a little word of encouragement and encouragement?

Can you answer my question?

A helpless poor girl is waiting for your answer.

Under the handwriting of "helpless and poor", my mother drew a horizontal line, an arrow stretched out, followed by a string of handwriting, and wrote: For more than half a month, you have been doing a great job! Don't pity yourself! I am sure that your wish will be granted. Your mom has always believed in your abilities! Trust your own judgment more! Not to mention that your mother still has a kind "childlike heart"!

My good daughter, of course you can achieve your goals, as long as you are active and proactive to fight and work hard! If you believe in yourself, you will be able to do it! Where there's a will, there's a way! There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb! I'm sure you can succeed as long as you keep exercising. It's amazing to think that you can pinch ice for 17 and a half minutes, which shows that if you stick to everything, it's another day! Remember: everything is foreseen, and everything is wasted! Those who can achieve great things must have firm faith, tenacious perseverance, and brave spirit!

Everything must be remembered, we have to fight, every championship must be won!

It was really a sunny day:

I'm so happy that my wish has come true and my mother's plan has come true.

Haha-I actually lost 25 pounds of fat at once!

This big pile of big fat meat, if you hold it in your hand, it's really a big lump, can I hold it? It's all gone!

I can still skip rope nine hundred in one breath undefeated;

I can also play classic piano pieces such as "Memories of Childhood" and "To Alice" smoothly;

I was able to swim 15 laps in one breath and nearly 2,000 meters of breaststroke;

I can also dance cowboys, rumba, cha cha, tango and other Latin dances;

Not to mention, my English and my math have made great progress.

Junior high school life, come on, come on, I'm going to weave you!

Mom, no wonder people call you a hero, you're so great! What an amazing capital woman you are!

Mom, I can't stand it. Seeing these past diaries only makes my heart bleed. Why don't you want me? My mother who loves me so much doesn't want me anymore, who would want such a heinous bad woman! Mother, mother--you have gone without hesitation, how do you call this bad woman to survive from now on? My mom? You tell me, what should I do?

Please tell me, okay?