When his mother dropped his son off at the boarding school, the son roared, "I hate the way you have crumbs on your lips every time you eat bread. I hate the way you dress. It's ugly. I hate you." The way of speaking is very rude, etc., etc., I really want to smoke in that paragraph, I want to say, that's your mother, how do you talk? Do you have a little education, so your mother's talent is the most incompetent. Then I thought of another time my mother and I were arguing about taking advantage. When she was free, she always said that someone was stealing waste from the construction site. To be honest, I was tired of listening. That day, I also owed money. I told her, do you remember the bracelet you took at the booth in the scenic spot last time when I took you to play? The same is stealing, what right do you have to say about others, and now I will think about it from my perspective. If I were my mother at the time, I would have been overwhelmed, although she had been arguing that it was worthless at all, and it was not worth stealing. Yes, but I think about it now, I was really too much at the time, there should be a better way to let her understand what I want to express!
The son once said in his video tape, I love my mother, but it is not the kind of family. If someone wants to hurt her, I will kill that person, but I really can't stand her. When I saw this, I suddenly remembered that a friend of mine once said something similar. It was also when I, I, and his mother's colleague directly talked back to his mother. Later, we ate alone, so I advised him not to do this in the future. , very bad, he himself said, she is just different from what I think, in fact, I love her more than anyone else, no one else can bully her, only I can.
It can be a very complicated feeling, we all love the person who gave us life and body, but there is always or most of the time we don't get it together.
What makes us like this, I can't tell, but I still believe that blood is thicker than water, only you know where my kingdom is, and only you know, on which stone I will hide in silence. No matter how loud we make, no matter how loud I talk to you, I'll remember, you told me, I know you're always out and it's not how much you like to play, it's because you're having a hard time here happy.
I still hope that all parents and children can get along in harmony, although I know this is as fake as wishing you a long life, the son said to his mother in a certain scene, I love you, the mother was a little surprised, the son then Or restore the cold face of the past and said, I'm afraid you forgot.
Although it is impossible for us to be in harmony forever. But please don't forget, I love you.
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