Li Yuyang Instructor: Dang Yingli
For some people, ten years is just a blink of an eye, but for me, every day and night of the ten years I came to this world was soaked with meticulous care from my parents, who raised me.
When I was a child, I was very thin and often caught a cold, which led to tonsillitis and high fever. Frequent medication and injections have made my body thinner. In order to treat me, my parents took pains to visit famous doctors everywhere. On one occasion, an old Chinese doctor told his mother a prescription for conditioning his body. Drugstores can buy several kinds of traditional Chinese medicines, but the only medicine is Scutellaria baicalensis Georgi, which needs fresh ones. Drugstores don't sell them at all. In order to find this medicine, my father spent two days at the weekend and ran all over the ditch near the county seat. When my father came home with a bag of scutellaria roots with a triumphant smile, I saw that my father's trouser legs and boots were covered with mud, and his trouser legs were cut by sharp thorns. Then my mother spent an afternoon scraping the mud off the roots of Scutellaria baicalensis Georgi one by one with a knife until the dark brown roots of Scutellaria baicalensis Georgi turned into golden pulp. By this time, my mother's hands were covered with blood. It was the thorn on the root of Scutellaria baicalensis that stabbed my mother's hand. Chinese medicine is poured into the medicine jar and put on the stove. At that moment, my mood was like boiling medicine, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. The Chinese medicine was cooked, and I took a sip, which was very bitter. I endured, held my breath and drank the medicine in one breath. I know, this is not an ordinary bowl of Chinese medicine. The medicine bowl is filled with the deep love of parents. I think it is more precious than gold! With the careful care of my parents, my body is getting better and taller day by day.
If my parents gave me a healthy body, then my teacher gave me a clever mind. Because I am often sick, I have delayed my study. I remember when I was in the third grade, my fever had just gone down. My homework was a mess because I missed the morning class. Looking at the wrong numbers written on the paper, I am puzzled and don't know how to change them. Just as I was wondering, our Chinese teacher, Party Teacher, came into the classroom. At that time, I was too nervous to look into the teacher's eyes and thought, Oh, no, today the teacher will severely criticize me. Unexpectedly, the party teacher kindly said to me, "Li Yuyang, come to my office with your homework and textbooks." In the office, the party teacher asked several questions about the text "Flower Bell", and I finally answered them one by one by reading the text repeatedly. It suddenly dawned on me. Isn't that what I did wrong in my homework? I didn't say anything about the second job, but corrected the wrong question in one breath. At this time, the party teacher's tired face showed a satisfied smile. Later, I learned that when I was ill, the party teacher kept giving us lessons with illness. It is precisely because of the teachers' earnest teaching that I make up the lessons I left behind day by day and improve my academic performance day by day.
At this moment, I want to turn into a bouquet of fragrant flowers, open in front of my parents' windows, and let the smile stay on your faces forever. At this moment, I want to turn into a cup of green tea, so that the teacher's voice will always be round and hoarse. At this moment, I have become a happy little fish, bathed in the sunshine that my parents and teachers love, and growing happily day by day. At this moment, I want to snuggle in your arms, deeply.
(The author is a student of Chengguan No.1 Primary School in yijun county, Tongchuan City, Shaanxi Province)