My mother is a family of women, she did not work. I have two sister, the family is not very rich so young my mother to take good care of our three special especially hard. In this mother and the mother of all thank the world.
When young unhealthy body always, always go to the hospital, in order to reduce the burden of home so her mother would give up the opportunity to have been home to care for me, every morning she would like to personally give me injections, she was very understanding, total She shot than others feel that pain, but also complained that she had a good long time, the injections in the future and her some pocket money to buy some sugar go, but she had never refused.
I remember that once burned in the middle of the night, carrying my mother immediately went to the hospital, half-way because of the darkness to throw, the legs of the bloodshed, and now also has been scar.
Mama, thank you has been on our love, and now we have grown up around the outside of you, I hope you can take care of good health, and also for all the mothers, I hope that you can safely life!
Growth, so that everything becomes taken by surprise, I stood clear that, called the threshold, while the pure juvenile, adult side of the vicissitudes of life, some at a loss and what to do, I know that when their children have gone through the aryl when the grass to meet the many people I write about the so-called "rainy season."
The epic life opened a new chapter.
Growing, when we began to pure self-integration into the alien society, growing pains and pressures will not become free in early. And our lives in the constant subject of annoyance to overcome and resolve in one day change the world, the growth of stereotypes.
Growth, the most desire is that with people, the most trouble is to get along with others. When I entered this class, an unfamiliar environment for I am depressed, terrified. And High, in my doubt came to me ... ...
Many nights, I dreamed of and one of the students had a wonderful time spent together. More thoughts, the more his heart is closer lock. Thus, isolation and loneliness, like a thief just like the volatility. To get up that morning, the dizziness. Roommate to see me look bad, with concern, said: "Never, right?" I shook his head, they see nothing, I said, no longer speak. But I can see their eyes for a long time in good faith and fraternity. Later, the headache was not a person to leave the teacher, went to the clinic, the doctor said that in a cold,吊针fight. Looked at the syrup bottle in a drop into the my body, I feel very sad.
Looking at the road outside the yellow lights, helplessness and loneliness of the body I occupy. Suddenly recall a time when illness, friends of the deep feeling anxious face, and concern about the words, but it all seems more and more distant from me, and all are increasingly blurred.
I do not know how long after, a sudden I can not help but the wind caught pitched battle. Then, I see a Blur full Zhang's face, that they, my friends room. They seem to have the face of the winds because the wind has become clear, Smart.
I am full of psychological warmth. I know that in my heart the moment before locking the door, and their greetings and laughter as warm.
Now, I found their advantages: some humorous, some wisdom, it was moderate, it was good, but more importantly, I found that this new focus in the same unity, and fraternity.
Now I'm re-learned how to exchange, learn how to communicate, more importantly, learned how to grow.
Met with high non-butterfly wings, butterfly seen just dance, but we can not ex Meiyan forget the origin of the butterfly. The suffering there is no hard and painful struggle and waiting, how can a shell at the time of amazing wings?
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