The original text of "School Days"

It's another day of school. With an ideal for the future, a longing for love and a yearning for my lover, I got on the train to Zhengzhou again. The difference today is very calm. My mother began to prepare something for me to eat on the train early in the morning, buying apples, making cakes, boiling eggs and weighing roast duck. To save money, she poured me a bottle of boiled water, and I prepared a lot of everything. I only took a little to take away, because I didn't think I could eat that much. More importantly, I have too much leisure to take, but my mother thinks I have nothing to do and don't eat in the car for more than 20 hours. Dad got up early as usual, waited for his mother to get up and make him a hot breakfast, then went to the warehouse and didn't come back for lunch. After dinner, I went out with my mother. My mother was going to see me off, but when she walked past the teahouse, she asked me to go by myself because it was time for her to go to work. But at last she managed to catch up with the station and put me on the bus. After getting off the bus, she came back and looked me up and down before leaving.

On the day when I started school a year ago, I was full of longing for a new life, longing for freedom and curiosity about the unknown world. Although the notice has brought me great regret, I still can't resist the beautiful yearning for college life and can't hide my happy mood. My parents sent me to Zhengzhou to study together. When I first took the train, I was very excited. Because I had the pleasure of traveling, I can eat normally, but now I hate taking the train. Because the day I left was a good day for my father to invite people to see me, two days in advance, I had no choice but to stay in a hotel. Mom can't speak Mandarin. When she was staying in a hotel, she painted over and over again when she borrowed clothes hangers from the passengers next door. It seems that Americans come to China and communicate with others with American Putonghua accent. My dad and I both laughed. I said to my mother, "Everyone is from China, so why pretend to be a foreign devil?"

When I started school two years ago, I was full of ambition, but I was also deeply saddened and confused, but I also looked forward to a bright future. I rolled up the quilt and stepped into the door of the re-reading class alone. I wore a star Dai Yue and studied hard for the exam.

Five years ago, when school started, I broke into the door of a key high school with deep pride, parents' satisfaction, classmates' envy and relatives' praise. I didn't know what to do. At that time, the Three Gorges immigrants moved, and their parents deliberately chose a place near the school to rent a house, saying that "it can be more convenient and safer to go home."

Eight years ago, when the school first started, my mind was full of immature face, integrity and self-confidence. I believe that no matter where I am, I will study hard and repay my parents with excellent results. No matter what environment I am in, I believe that no matter where I am, gold will shine. I successfully entered the gate of ordinary middle school.

15 years ago, at the beginning of school, I wore a lovely face and looked sincere and honest, and because I was old enough to go to school, my parents didn't have much energy to accompany and take care of me, so I naturally entered the primary school gate. My hukou is in the countryside. My mother made some friends and asked me to stay in the city so that I could learn more. From then on, my way to school is expensive in the city. Father's income is very low, and the family of four scrimps and saves and lives alone. Life is bitter, but happy.

16 years ago, near the beginning of school, my mother was sitting in a room of four or five square meters, and only one single bed could be put. At that time, our family was both a living room and a bedroom, and she was both a kitchen and a dining room. While knitting a sweater, my mother sat on a small bench and talked to me.

"Mom, I'm going to study." A timid voice pleaded with her mother.

My mother asked me why I want to study, and I said, "All the other children go to school with their schoolbags on their backs, and I want to study." In order to satisfy a child's desire for reading, my mother found a kindergarten for me to read. At that time, because my family was poor, my mother's main job was to look after me. I never thought that sending me to kindergarten would cost me unnecessary money. Just to save money, I didn't sleep in kindergarten at noon. From then on, I became the only day student in that kindergarten. Since then, I have never asked my parents to pick me up from school.

I don't know whether my growth is a progress or a retrogression, just like reading an article before writing. But I can't forget the sentence, "Mom, I want to study." The call of. No matter how many honors and interests about reading are interspersed among them, I believe that is the real reason why I want to read and bury it deeply in my heart!

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