The story begins with a confession from a junior girl:
I feel like I'm in a hurry every day.
After eating, taking a shower and washing clothes is learning.
After writing the homework, I also have to endorse it,
I went to bed at 11 o'clock and then I had to get up at 5:30.
But I really want to sleep.
Sometimes I get up at 5:40.
But the teacher said he had to be at school before 6:30.
If you arrive at school late, you will be fined.
So it was too late to eat every morning,
I can only buy a bread to nibble on.
When I went to study in the morning, I would doze off because I was too sleepy.
I've been very restrained, I've worked very hard,
But my grades have always been in place.
Hearing the monologue of this junior girl,
I broke through the defense in an instant.
A few bystanders also thought I was too temperamental and too sensitive.
I ignore their opinions, because I know,
The little girl's cry is not the cry of my student days!
How difficult it is for a stupid child to walk in the transformation of the number of words,
I believe that diligence can make up for clumsiness, and how strong the stupid bird is in the face of talent and discipline sensitivity.
In the mouth of teachers and parents, your grades are not good, two major reasons,
One is to be greedy and play, and you don't have to pay attention to learning; the second is that your learning method is not right.
OMG, I want to worry parents and teachers.
I tried my best and couldn't find what you call a "learning method", and I was devastated.
The story ends in a Chinese restaurant full of scolding:
The mother at the table was loudly scolding her daughter for not understanding,
A lot of money was spent on learning, but the effect was not satisfactory.
The more the mother spoke, the more excited she became, while the daughter buried her head deeply next to her, and the bean-sized tears hit the floor.
This scene has aroused our great attention. In the spirit of more than less, I have been silent.
"Baby, don't cry, I think you're really great",
Gentle voices came from beside me,
"Why does my mother say I'm bad and keep saying I'm stupid", "Does my mother not love me"?
The boy sitting opposite choked and replied, "No, you're really great... be... It's the wrong way your mom loves you."
Hearing this, I smiled with relief. Who hasn't been persecuted, and who isn't a stupid kid in the rest of the population? Turns out we're all the same