My mother, was born in In rural China in the 1960s, thanks to the blessing of my grandfather who worked in Beijing, she completed a 6-year elementary school education in Beijing. My mother was very smart when she was a child, especially she learned abacus well. Dialing the abacus is like playing the piano, and she is both scientific and serious. The appreciation of sex and art, of course, is not the same as when we later put an abacus on our necks as a bass. According to my mother's incomplete recollection, she once represented the school in the Beijing primary school abacus competition. It is estimated that the authority and authority at that time Academicity is no less than the current Olympiad competition, but she was silent about the results of this math competition. After elementary school, my mother was sent back to her home in the countryside to take care of several young sisters, although she continued to study. Middle school and high school, but at that time, it was not who had the highest score in the exam, but who earned more centimeters. Mom didn't have time to figure out the difference between the square of the sum and the square of the square, and did not experience a decent early love, so she was caught Entered into the vortex of various class struggles and ideologies that year. After all the dust settled, someone picked up the book again. Mom is not a diligent student, and I don’t know that the hard life has swallowed her curiosity. It is still my mother who has regarded life as a bigger abacus, with no freshness or strangeness, as if it was just drawing an irregular circle for her life along the rough texture of the growth ring of fate.
But mine. My mother is so different. She is born with the sensitivity and logic of a mathematician, and she can group, split, and merge the same kinds of things in life... In the end
, she can always achieve the effect of simplifying the complex. My mother told me, go. Close to a person, a straight line is the shortest distance. All hypocrisy and carelessness are nothing more than fancy curves. It makes two people see flowers in the fog of acquaintance and unknown or mutual suspicion between the belly. Let's take care of this straight line. It's called "sincerity".
When I was isolated by my classmates because of offending the teacher's child, my mother taught me how to face it tough, just like some calculations seek the limit, but when they tend to infinity, they get zero results. In the end, the rumors are self-defeating. . We call this limit "forbearance".
In my mother’s eyes, life is like a sinusoidal curve. We go through ups and downs, rushing and busy, and working hard all our lives, and finally return to the axis when life originated. It is better to complain less, and tolerant more; less jealous, more Some kindness. We call this beautiful curve "reincarnation"
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Of course my mother is not as good as me in mathematics, but she has already become a mathematics master in life. Adding a plus sign at one end of the identity of life will inevitably be There is a minus sign at the other end. This plus and minus sign of happiness and troubles is in our own hands. Mom’s attitude towards life is the most precious formula left to me.
However, sometimes my mother will also have Goldbach’s style. Guess, why people who are as diligent as her and dad have children like me, in this sense, "1+1=-2" is not impossible ^_^
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