That day, I received an important certificate of merit, the result of years of hard work, and I was excited to return home with it.
There is a public welfare project going on in my hometown, and I am involved in it. We repaired the primary school and roads in the village, and organized activities to clean up the river.
"Seeing you get a certificate, it's not bad. My father looked at me and said lightly.
"Thank you, father. I bowed my head slightly, unable to express my heart.
"But do you know what your hometown needs most? It's money, and repairing the rotten houses is the most tangible thing.
"Father, those were the houses of many years ago, and now it's time to focus on the environment and the development of the school.
"The environment, the school, these are not as good as the quality of people's lives. The father's tone was full of disdain.
I fell silent, exhausted by the years of disagreement and antagonism. Although the environment in my hometown has improved, the attitude of my family has not changed.
"You two don't quarrel, isn't it just about money?" the mother came out to play the round.
"Mother, I'm not worried about money. I'm making a small contribution to the future of my hometown.
"I understand, but I want my family to understand me too. I sighed helplessly.
That night, I lay in bed and thought back to the entanglements and antagonisms of my family over the years. I really want my family to understand me and support me.
Soon after, another upset incident happened in my hometown. The village river was littered, the water was polluted, and the villagers began to argue.
I persuaded a few good friends to join in and started putting up posters to organize the event.
But when I got home, when I proposed this idea to my father, he said categorically: "This is a village business, why should you worry about it? You are so busy, you might as well spend more time at work."
I felt very helpless that my father always did not support me in doing some public welfare activities. I tried to communicate with my father, but he insisted on going his own way, and I was very sad.
It frustrated me and I didn't know what I was going to do.
"Father, I know you care about me, but I hope you can understand my thoughts. It's not that I don't care about my family, I just want to do what I can for my hometown.
"I know you're here for the good of your hometown, but you have to think about it, not everyone can understand your kindness.
I had nothing to say, I felt as if there was an unbridgeable gap between me and my family. I struggled with the contradiction between my family's expectations and reality, and I didn't know what to do.
While I was doing public welfare construction for my hometown, the conflicts at home were gradually escalating. My father's attitude towards me became increasingly cold, and he seemed to be extremely disappointed in me.
"Other people's children are all out there, but you think about doing these useless things all day long. Father said dissatisfied.
"Father, it's not useless. I think it's good to be able to do what I can for my hometown.
"It's a good thing, you're wasting your time, you might as well think more about earning money to support me and your mother. Father spoke in a tough tone.
"But I think everyone should contribute to society. "I couldn't help but reason with my father.
"Don't fool me with those empty words, I know you're just doing this to show yourself and make others look up to you.
Such arguments often played out at home, and I gradually felt tired and disappointed. My family didn't seem to understand and accept everything I did, and their pursuit of money and expectations of me became the cause of family conflicts.
I woke up early, determined to do something to change my family's mind. I took my certificate and some reports with me and went to talk to my family.
"Father, Mother, I understand your concerns, but I want you to see these reports today. This is an interview with a local TV station about the public welfare transformation of our village.
After the family looked at it for a while, they had puzzled expressions on their faces.
"Is this real, son?" asked the mother softly.
"Of course it's true, the work we do has made a big difference in our hometown. I said confidently.
"But it doesn't look like the report mentions our family. Father frowned.
"It's just a small oversight, but our work is real. "I try to stay calm.
I was a little disappointed that my family was silent, and that they didn't have the expected smiles on their faces.
However, I have only just come to realize that the gap between us is not because of a lack of understanding, but because they question the way I choose to live.
Just as I struggled to find words, my phone rang. I saw that it was the owner of a local brick factory.
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a hurried tone from my family, who were discussing something. I stood there and let the phone hang in my hand for several minutes.
Eventually, when I hung up the phone and turned around, I felt a tingling in my heart. My family members were pale, and their eyes were fixed on me.
"Kid, there's something wrong with the brick factory, they need our help. The mother's voice was full of anxiety.