The winter chill is like an invisible monster, invading every corner with impunity. My brother and I are like warriors of the season, shovel in hand, challenging the heat of the charcoal fire. The edge of the shovel reflected an amber light in the flames, and our faces reflected the playfulness and curiosity of children.

We shoveled the charcoal ash with the fire into piles of coal like hills. The coals were like black islands in the snow, and they were covered in a scorching red coat as we moved. The soot burns in the cold air, producing a dark trail of heat and soot across the sky.

Then, when we leave, we will pee on the carbon pile to extinguish it. This behavior is somewhat naughty to children, but it also carries a joy of self-discovery. The cold air, with the scorching charcoal ash, meets the warm urine, producing an inexplicable joy.

One day, however, everything changed. We inadvertently set the whole pile on fire, and suddenly the fire burst like fireworks, and the winter tranquility was broken by a flock of startled crows. My mother's face turned pale because of this.

It's amazing that Mom didn't blame us. She looked at us carefully, her eyes filled with mixed emotions. Hesitation, concern, fear, and most importantly - understanding. She knows that we are little children, who love to play, to explore, and to challenge the unknown.

"Do you know what just happened?" She asked us quietly.

My brother and I looked at each other, and we both sensed the seriousness in Mom's tone. It's something we don't feel when we usually play. At that moment, we knew that we were doing something wrong.

Then, Mom began to parse the whole process of our actions. Her analysis is so clear that it is like a movie playing in our minds, and our actions are shown one by one. And we began to understand some things in our mother's analysis, which we didn't think of at the moment when we peed to put out the fire.

However, Mom didn't blame us, and her tone was full of understanding and forgiveness. It amazes us and makes us feel guilty. Mom's eyes are so bright, bright as stars, and we are like children illuminated by stars, beginning to understand the importance of making mistakes and admitting mistakes.

My brother and I began to realize that the consequences of our actions could not just be a children's game, but could be catastrophic. That mountain of coal is not only a source of warmth for our winters, but also an important asset for our families. If there is a fire, it will undoubtedly be an irreparable disaster for our family.

I was full of doubts that if my mother had her temper, she would have beaten us up that day. But she didn't, which surprised me.

I looked at my mother, her face was gentle, and her eyes were full of love and understanding. I began to reflect that maybe it was our recklessness that scared my mother and made her realize that we were still just children and that our understanding of the world was still so superficial.

My brother and I looked at each other, and our eyes were filled with horror and guilt. We realize that our actions are not only dangerous to ourselves, but can also harm our loved ones. This is something we never considered.

Mom looked at us and said softly, "Do you understand?" Don't do that again. ”

Her voice is so gentle, like a teacher teaching children, but we know that this is not just a lesson, but a growth. We nodded and silently accepted the lesson.