When I looked at Hubert in the original picture, it was like looking in a mirror, with a rebellious posture, a high head, disdainful words, a slightly helpless expression, and an inadvertently revealed love. It's just a boy in the mirror, a girl outside the mirror. The black and white picture is that simple age, but there are too many things in the eyes that need to be penetrated. I don't have a deep impression of the mother around me when I was young. The only thing I remember is that one night, I was sleeping on my stomach because my father's butt was swollen. My mother was crying and rubbing medicine for me, and the tears kept flowing. Later, when I was 15 years old, my mother slept through the night without eating, and I never saw any tears, but I could feel her heartache, because my father would never come back, and she started a long period of low ebb. At 16 I had a new life, a new school, and new friends. I never talk to anyone, I don't want anyone to come into my world, I don't even want to try to communicate. At that time I was very dependent and I fell in love with a girl just because she was nice to me. It was excruciatingly painful when we parted. Yes, just because, she's good to me. This is something that many people cannot understand, but at that time, I needed someone to treat me well and a lot of love. I won't be like Xibao said, without love you can have money, without money you can have health. I just need love, I want my father and my mother, I want someone to listen to me, anytime, anywhere, the best thing is to be by my side. I don't feel safe, and it's empty now. The rebellious period of the second year of high school was over in a hurry. I lost my temper, threw things, skipped classes and exams, and teachers and friends all over the world were looking for me, but I was still indifferent. One of the things my mother used to do at that time was to knock on my door and ask, "Baby, come out for dinner," but my response was usually hurtful. I don't know how my mother spent those days, still in the grief of my father's departure, but came to rescue me from the rebellion. But in the whole world, only my mother knows how many times I cried and got hurt. In the third year of high school, I was rejected by the people I loved the most. Only on the eve of my senior year exam, my mother lay behind me and hugged me, who was crying in a mess, and said, "Baby, you have to be strong." I don't like my mother's loud phone calls at home, it often makes me feel noisy. I don't like my mother comparing me to others since I was a child, she always has no confidence in me. I don't like that my mother doesn't believe me all the time and thinks that I can't do anything. I don't like my mother coming to learn how to speak when I'm sad, the tone of voice I can't stand. I don't like my mother always asking me questions when I'm on the phone, and asking me to answer first before continuing. I don't like my mother telling me to get up and do things over and over again when she sees that I'm busy. I don't like my mother crying because of my father, we both know we shouldn't punish ourselves with each other's mistakes. I don't like my mother staying at home, she should be playing everywhere, she should be happier than anyone. I don't like my mother living frugally for me, I want her to have her own life and pursuits. I don't like the mental state of my mother now, I hope she can put everything aside and get better again. Sometimes some behaviors of mothers are really difficult for me to accept, I tried but it's hard, I think it's not that we really resist mothers like that, but because we love them, we love them the most in the world, so I hope she They live better than anyone else and are happier than anyone else, so I can't see them doing anything that they owe them. But at the age of 16, how can we understand that our feelings need to be expressed? We are ignorant only when we begin to have our first budding feelings, and blindfolded eyes cannot see the latest love. Love will be discovered because of one thing, and it will be ignored because of one thing, but no matter how much we resist and unwilling to admit the love that we rely on for our mother, it still exists. Maybe when we really calm down, sit on the reef like Hubert and his mother and think about the past, those disputes and ignorant stubbornness, love will suddenly germinate. The setting sun is always warm on the body, it depends on whether you are willing to wait for it to come. Love will be discovered because of one thing, and it will be ignored because of one thing, but no matter how much we resist and unwilling to admit the love that we rely on for our mother, it still exists. Maybe when we really calm down, sit on the reef like Hubert and his mother and think about the past, those disputes and ignorant stubbornness, love will suddenly germinate. The setting sun is always warm on the body, it depends on whether you are willing to wait for it to come. Love will be discovered because of one thing, and it will be ignored because of one thing, but no matter how much we resist and unwilling to admit the love that we rely on for our mother, it still exists. Maybe when we really calm down, sit on the reef like Hubert and his mother and think about the past, those disputes and ignorant stubbornness, love will suddenly germinate. The setting sun is always warm on the body, it depends on whether you are willing to wait for it to come.
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