After all, my parents are the people who know me best in the world, and for my little self-esteem, they not only never broke my secrets, but also tried to help me overcome my fears and learn to grow.
When I was ten years old, I transferred to the fifth grade of the Neighboring Elementary School.
At that time, adults had to be busy with farm work, and the children at home went to school, and they generally did not pick up and drop off. My house is seven or eight miles away from the school, and I have to walk for more than an hour every day. In order to get to school before seven o'clock, I had to get up at 5:30 a.m. every day. Summer is fine, big deal sun and rain. In winter, it is the real test. How warm it is to lie in the bed, but outside the house is the north wind roaring, think about it all feel terrible cold. But when school time came, I would be late if I didn't get up, so I had to bite my teeth and remove the quilt on my body, and a carp jumped up. My mother had already helped me heat up my cotton clothes and pants, and my father had already put dry straw in my rubber shoes. As soon as the hot-baked cotton clothes and pants were worn on the body, a warm current instantly flowed throughout the body, and the rubber shoes of dry straw were changed, and it was soft and warm to step into, which undoubtedly greatly increased my confidence in going to school. After getting dressed and washing, and having eaten breakfast, I went to school alone.
On the way to school, I would pass through a small river, and when I crossed the river, I would meet other classmates. It was late in the winter, and at first, I went to school with a flashlight. But the flashlight consumes electricity quickly, the light emitted is really weak, and I am always worried along the way. Especially when passing by the cemetery by the small river, I was even more frightened. One day, a new grave was added to the small river. A friend whispered to me that the new grave was buried in a little girl from their village, who liked to cry very much before she died, and as a result, she cried out and became sick. From then on, whenever I passed that little river, I always thought of the little girl unconsciously. The river breeze blew the branches and "whimpered" and sounded like a little girl crying. At this time, my heart was beating very hard, I would get goosebumps all over my body, and my heart became more and more afraid of going to school. But I was afraid that my friends would laugh at me, and I didn't dare to express the fear in my heart.
It was a Monday morning, it was raining, and when I walked to the small river, I accidentally fell to the ground, covered in mud, and the flashlight was broken, so I didn't go to school that day. Maybe it was because of the rain, maybe it was because of the long-term fear in my heart, and that night, I began to have a high fever, and it wasn't until Wednesday afternoon that my illness got better. On Thursday morning, when I was hesitating whether to continue pretending to be sick, my father handed me a burning torch. The torches were made of a short wooden stick tied with strips of cloth dipped in kerosene. My father looked at me with encouraging eyes: "You will wear it to school later." "That day, I was lighting a torch, and my father sent me across the river for the first time, until I met my friends, and then he turned back.
On that winter morning, that torch not only dispelled the darkness and cold, but also added to my confidence and bravery. When my friends saw me going to school with torches, they thought it was bright and warm, but also novel and fun, and they gave me a thumbs up, saying that when they went home, they would let the adults learn to do it. The pride in my heart also spontaneously grew, and I finally dared to go to school alone again. Every morning after that, after I crossed the river alone with torches, many students with torches would join me along the way. That winter, when the villagers stood on the ridge by the glimmer of light, they would see a fire dragon winding on the country road, and the shining and beautiful landscape was deeply engraved in the memory of the village.
When I grew up, I asked my mother how my father came up with the idea of making that torch for me. My mother smiled and said to me, "You start talking nonsense after you have a high fever, and we understand what's going on as soon as we hear it." "After listening to it, I suddenly realized that my parents are the people who know me best in the world, and they not only never broke my secrets for my little self-esteem, but also tried to help me overcome my fears and learn to grow." Thinking of this, my nose was sour, and my tears almost fell.
The years have passed, and the past is over. It has been eighteen years since my father left me. Every time I think of my father, I think of the torch he made for me. To this day, that torch is still burning in the depths of my life, and it not only warmed my innocent childhood years, but will continue to illuminate my future life path.
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