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This afternoon, which is close to the weekend, seems extremely busy. Several nearly ten million payment audits were conducted. When I got home, I was still immersed in the procedures after those huge payment applications, including invoices, contracts, agreements, and terms and conditions of the period, wondering if there were any loopholes to follow.. My daughter woke me up from a trance in a word: ” Mom, you have homework to finish this weekend too.”! Write an article after reading the regulations. ‘ Me? Write an article? I suddenly lost some laughter. What a long time ago? Although I thought that I was also a young literary and artistic woman who suffered from spring and autumn with three hairs of Qiong Yao, the busy and fast-paced work of modern people has made me associate with numbers all day long, and has already killed off the poetic charm of the past.. Even before going to bed, it is also some professional and boring business books, where there is no leisure to enjoy the small and fresh taste of those literati and painters.    I asked my daughter a little foolishly, ” Can I not write? The daughter said firmly, ” No.! The teacher asked! Hearing this, my whole person immediately retracted half. Since I was young, I have formed the habit of being afraid of teachers and doctors. I have seen people wearing glasses and white coats so far, all of whom should fear three points..    I vaguely remember having read this article many years ago, and the ever-increasing figure in this article always reminds me of Zhu Ziqing’s slightly fat and clumsy figure as a student.. To tell the truth, learning this article did not bring much emotion to me. Because my father is tall and thin, handsome and gentle. Busy at work all day long without a shadow. My mother is a slightly fat woman, but she is the kind of woman who will severely ask me where my other score has gone even if I pass the 99 exam. Even if I took the 100 test, she would still sneer at 1, then disdain to say that the test is so simple, there must be a lot of 100 points in the test.. Such a despotic character is strong and demanding perfection. This makes me deeply depressed. Under her constant high pressure, no matter how good I am praised by others, my inner inferiority is still as active and profound as the volcano under Mount Fuji.. After that, when I was in youth rebellion, I began to resist all about her existence. Far away, as long as I saw her back silhouette and any shadow, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, squeaking away without a shadow..    As usual, the teacher asked us to write an article, imitating the back of our parents in the back regulations. I didn’t fall into the stereotype of getting high marks at that time.. Such as those mothers who carried themselves to the hospital after a high fever, and then went back to their busy places for their own sake. Or the father sent himself to school all the way and then turned to leave behind such a huge bank or thin and moving figure. What I wrote was the back of a book torn like an angry lion.    This is of course based on a real case. When I was a child, I was often sent by my mother to guard the coal stove. A pot of water was burning on the coal stove. My task is to wait until the water boils and soak in the thermos. The task is not arduous, but it is time – consuming. I took a book and read it with relish in a small space full of gas. It was an original version of the regulations on journey to the west borrowed from classmates. I watched and became fascinated. I didn’t know that the water next to me was boiling away half of the coal cake.. At that time, the mother had already stood on the side with a glaring eyebrow.. At that time, she did not distinguish between red and white, and tore the book from my hand into pieces in an instant..    Next, I couldn’t make a job offer to my classmates, but I didn’t dare to mention anything to my mother. I had to save a week’s breakfast money through all sorts of hardships and cry again and asked my grandfather who loved me for change to make up for it.. Speak well and lose money.    This incident, perhaps, is only the fuse of many such incidents. They are buried deep in my heart and slowly ferment into wounds, filled with anger and sadness.    After writing the article, I got a full vent, secretly pleased as if on a full moon night at the top of a snowy peak, ghosts and monsters were dancing in various ways..    Mood is an outlet, and the price is also heavy. Because the teacher gave parents the article to read and sign. So I stared at the handy ruler next to her in horror at her mother’s fierce glare for fear that she would pick it up and hit me head over head..Although she often told aunt next door rationally, don’t hit your child’s head, it’s easy to grow stupid. However, people often have no reason when they are angry.    When you grow up, you are still afraid of your mother. I read the school my mother asked for and filled in the major she liked.. When reading, don’t look askance and say a word with any opposite sex, let alone touch one’s hand. What I did after work was what my mother wanted to do when she was young but didn’t do it. No matter how much I hated that kind of boring, I never dared to say anything to her old man’s house.. Until you get married…..    God knows how relaxed my heart was on the day I got married. I walked lightly out of my door with the wedding procession.. As if out of the sight of his mother, he could quickly head for a bright and free future.. There is no description in the novel of the confusion and fear of the married woman and the crying of the mother and daughter.. When I turned around, I inadvertently looked back and saw my mother’s slightly red eyes and nose.. I still don’t believe my mother was crying, maybe it just happened to be a dust storm that made her lose her eyes..    After marriage, I live in a small town, and my mother is still a regular visitor to my family.. She will unexpectedly appear at any point in time without any pre – photos. Always carrying something in his hand, a tail fish, a handful of onions and a bundle of vegetables… As if I were the little girl I was. Every time at that time, I was always depressed and felt like a sun monkey and could never escape my mother’s Wuzhishan.    Later, my daughter was born. This time, my mother and I completely turned over our faces. The husband’s family made it clear that they would enjoy their old age without children. And I also rejected the mother’s request to bring her children. I don’t want my daughter to continue my life as a child. I don’t want her to be under the control of my mother, for fear of doing something wrong all day long.. I want her to be happy, even if she is ordinary. I insist on following a different educational line from my mother’s, and I insist that my daughter’s life will be full of sunshine and beauty, even if she is not outstanding in the eyes of the secular world.. Every time a mother scolded her daughter in front of me that she was not as clever as other children, I firmly believed that I was just slowly walking with a snail.. In the face of my daughter, my impatience showed unprecedented perseverance and patience. Because life is a marathon. I firmly believe that at a certain moment when lightning strikes Shi Huo, my daughter will suddenly realize the importance of knowledge, so she sobers up and soars in the sea of books all day long.. I believe my daughter will be better every day. I can’t stand mother’s nagging at my daughter. I tightly protect her like protecting another young self.. It seems that only in this way can time flow back slowly, and some unspeakable pain in my heart can be penetrated.    I was so careful that I thought I would be her friend for the rest of my life. But with the passage of time, I saw a little strange in her eyes. She bought a locked notebook and weighed it without telling me that she would share a little secret with her friends in the clasp, but she kept a secret from me.. On one occasion, she and several classmates were quarrelling in the room and the door was tightly closed. I cut a basin of fruit and sent it away. My daughter opened the door impatiently, brought the fruit in one hand, and then slammed me in the door.. I just stood there, as if to see the door she closed to me. Finally, I realized that almost all love in this world is for meeting, only maternal love is for parting one day..    I can’t imagine that my daughter will grow up one day. A few days ago, when I saw the news that Zhang Liangying’s mother had challenged her daughter’s marriage, I sighed with a best friend for several days.. After that, it was agreed that if our daughter also had that day, we would definitely stop the other side and confiscate all dangerous tools such as scissors and kitchen knives.. At that time, all reason and calmness disappeared, and the rest was just a collapsed and mad mother.! Now, I seem to be able to understand my mother’s actions that I hated deeply.. Those potential suitors, whether blatant or latent, will be frantically sniped by her as long as they do not enter her eyes. Although we know that truth, we cannot replace the lives of our children. All the ups and downs in this world will be tasted by them.. But we still can’t let go of our hearts. I finally realized that under my seemingly democratic appearance, I still have a heart as strongly controlled as my mother’s!    Mother still comes to see her often, but I am no longer impatient with her. But I often told her not to come again because she had a serious leg disease and it was hard to climb the third floor of my house..But she said she didn’t listen, still rain or shine. I have to say that this is really a strong-willed old man.    In the evening, she slowly climbed up the stairs with a bottle of homemade yogurt. I stayed in my house for a few minutes, nagged for a while, and was ready to go. I went out to open the door for her and found the light at the door was broken. So I found a flashlight to illuminate her. In the faint light, I saw her limping up the stairs, with gray hair, old and rickets figure, so hard and so firm.. At that moment, my heart couldn’t help crying into a river…