? The youthful teenager
The time of childhood quietly flowed away. I grew up, endless worries also came. The first time I was in the middle school, my parents were strict with me and asked me to focus on my studies. At that time just restored the college entrance examination soon, the learning atmosphere is also thick, the teacher put all their efforts, teaching not to spare effort. Homework, exams, exams, homework this is almost my world. But reading still attracts me like a magnet. I read martial arts novels into fascination, hooked my soul.
One Sunday, my parents went to the street to buy rice and vegetables to go, and when they left, they put down the word to finish their homework and memorize their English words, and they came back to check. After my parents left, I took out my book bag, which grinned widely, and "The Legend of the Eagle Shooting Heroes" was displayed in front of my eyes. I don't have time in class, I have to deal with homework, I can't apologize for my homework today, later, I'll read the book first.
"I can feast my eyes." I can't wait to take out the book, lying on the sofa, and look at it with great interest. The story of Brother Jing and Sister Rong kicked off, giggling at the excitement. I had agreed to let go of the book after a while, but I couldn't help myself and couldn't stop reading. Time flies. Suddenly the door of the room pushed open, parents carrying a backpack of vegetables came in.
"Wei Dong, have you done your homework? Dad take a look!" Before I could collect my books, my dad appeared in front of me.
"Oops, Dad, math is too hard, I didn't do it-" I rolled over and climbed up, trying to make a smiley face to put it off. I didn't respond at all, and the book was snatched away from my dad. He took the book, angry and anxious, his eyes glaring at me.
"Snap, snap," the book was thrown to the ground by Dad, who also copied the coat stick without saying a word about the split, and went for my butt. Smacked. I ran outside the house in a panic. "Never mind, old man don't get on the kid's bad side, kid just go do it." Mom waved, signaling me to crawl off and do my homework. "Undisputed thing ......″ Dad's face is so ugly, words are also hard to hear. I was furious, Dad what you said I really can't listen to the neighbors, how my partners look at me. I just read a novel. A nameless fire was ignited. I took a deep breath, suppressed my anger, and gave Dad a blank look, humph, I gritted my teeth, my heart was like a needle prick, and my tears were about to come out. Alas, mom and dad, I know you have a long standing grudge, you are teachers, my grades are mediocre, to your shame, especially poor English, you worry about my future. But you have to let me take my time! But you've got to let me take my time! You're out of breath, you don't think about my feelings, you've taken away my self-esteem. At that time I really hate my father, his words I do not want to listen to ...... later I put all the energy in the study, I want to use the results to prove themselves.
Entering adolescence, the self-consciousness is more inflated, learning is still relatively hard, but the inner dark tide. I don't understand why they have the right to control my entire life in the name of what's best for me.
I have a habit of writing in my diary, often recording what I see and hear, and my inner thoughts. During that time I liked a female classmate and I wrote down my inner thoughts. My room hadn't been cleaned for several days, and it was messy and dirty. My mom, who loved cleanliness and neatness, couldn't stand to look at it.
"If you don't clean a house, you can't clean the whole world! I found my diary by accident. My parents read it in one sitting, as if they had found a treasure. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
There is a paragraph like this, you look so beautiful, so good body, so white skin, academic performance is not bad, your look I can not forget ......
Parents read, let them anxious, worried, worried anyway, all kinds of feelings stirred together. Seeing their son more and more outstanding day by day, at the juncture of the promotion, how come out of the demon ezi?
The day after school, my parents were ready for a two-person trial. Considering the fact that I had a day of classes, first let me have a full meal and then say.
"Are you in love?" Mom looked at me with puzzled eyes.
"Mom, you're talking nonsense again. ″
"Are you in love with a girl, don't hide it from mom."
"Annoying or not! Mom your chattering and making something out of nothing is overwhelming me! ″
I almost growled, looking at them impatiently.
"What's going on here?" Mom pulled out my journal. The top paragraph was still hooked out. "On that gloomy day, you opened a window to my sky and let a ray of sunshine shine in my heart, I'm glad I met you ......"
"I won't explain, and don't ask, I don't know." I was angry.
″I heard that your partner wrote a love letter to a classmate. And deadpanned to the road to intercept them. Did you?"
"I don't know, I don't understand you."
"I can't control others, you don't do boring things... You are so young, not the time to fall in love. Besides what makes others love you, good looking? Have money? Have skills? A man is working for nothing when he should be working hard, and he can't get the true love of his female classmates for the rest of his life."
"Don't be unreasonable." I slammed the book on the table and closed the door with a bang.
What young man doesn't fall in love, what young girl isn't in love. Your son did like a beautiful and gentle-looking female classmate, her appearance, voice is so beautiful, will not forget. But he treasured the beauty in his heart, as a motivation for self motivation, but never confessed, will use their own hard strength to win the heart, show the man's true colors. I'm not a hasty person. But parents always put their big set of reason to bind me, must listen to them, according to the road they point to go. In their eyes I can't do this or that. Have you really considered my feelings? When will you level me, equal relative ......