“不——让我自己想一想!”我的声音让我自己都吃了一惊。
妈妈本来低着头,她突然抬起头,疑惑地看着我。
是啊,我从来都没有自己想一想——
从来都是这样,我要上什么小学,初中在何处,高中报哪所,大学以后走向何方……我从没有自己想过,也没让自己想过。因为妈妈把这一件一件的事都如折衣服一样,一件一件塞在我人生的衣柜中,今天穿什么,明天穿什么,我不需要思考,也没权利选择,当然,我又早已习惯,习惯让妈妈去想,让她去操心。
然而,当妈妈让我上高中后报理科时,我沉默了。
“理科好啊,现在金融行业,高新技术产业那么发达,就业更方便。”妈妈顺理成章地,胸有成竹地,一点一点规划着我的人生。
然而,那些话语却如一只又一只乌黑的老鼠,溜进我人生的衣柜,把那一件又一件名叫“未来”的衣物撕咬得粉碎。不,那不是我想要的.未来——
一本《唐诗三百首》,陪伴在我的身边,感觉像浸在蜜罐中一样沉醉。李白是我心中的超人,杜甫是我眼中的法师,他们用自己的诗织成一匹匹色彩斑斓的布,为我的童年穿上美丽的长裙。
我想起自己如钉子一样扎在椅子上,长出尾巴在凡尔纳笔下的海中遨游,长出翅膀在法布尔书中的草丛中觅食,化身巨人在斯威夫特笔下的利立浦特王国行走,化成长尾燕在高尔基书中的树梢上长鸣……一本又一本名著,用它们的双臂拥抱着我,感化着我。
然而,当我想起一张又一张白纸黑字的试卷,那千篇一律的函数图像,那大小写都死死计较的元素符号,那撑着腰的三角形……不,那不是我的未来,不是我想要的未来。
让我想一想!
“妈妈,我上高中后,还是选文科吧!我想——”
“女儿长大了嘛。”话音未落,妈妈眼中却泛出了一丝笑意。
她重新拾起刚落下的筷子。
“哟,是什么让你有自己的想法啦?”妈妈眯起眼。
“我想要自己的未来。妈妈!”我看着妈妈,笑着说。
Dear Mom,
I recently read the book, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mom by Amy Chua. I found that you and Ms. Chua have a lot in common in parenting. Today, I d like to share some of my views on this topic.
Childhood memories of your strict dos and don ts came flooding back. Because count- less hours were invested on practicing musicalinsUu- ments, there was not even a slim chance for me to participate in parties and school plays, let alone fully enjoy the authentic pleasures of family life.Moreover, deprived of the freedom to choose hob- bies, I sometimes felt that I was just like a lonely pup- pet manipulated by others. Dear mother, do you be- lieve that time and time again I woke up from beau- tiful dreams with tears streaming down my face?
However, though I ve labeled it as a brutal regimen when I was young, as I became heavily involved inme outside world, I ve come to realize that it was quite rewarding to have been tiger trained. As George Eliot putslt, It never rains roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant trees . This is as true of 0ur growing up, especially in an unprecedentedly stressful so- cietyr, Fortunately, tiger parenting has equipped me with exceptional study habits,thus helping me stand out in the intense competition. Furthermore, it has endowed me with strong willpower as well as inner self-poise, which bas proved to be a most pre- cious quality of mine. Finally,thanks to your firm discipline, not cmly have I cultivateda discerning taste in art, but I ve also built my own set of moral values. In view of all these facts, tiger parenting has benefited me in the lorlg run despite the cost of the immediate joy of a normal carefree cbildhood.
Dear mother:
Hello
Dear mother, you have given me life, and my body has run through your blood. It is your milk, heart, blood, tears and sweat that have become the greatest liquid of human life and have nurtured me. It is you who feed me from a hungry child to a primary school student.
Dear mother, there are many kinds of love in the world, but maternal love is the most selfless, sincere, broadest and most merciful. When praising the affection of human beings, you are the eternal theme. When you sing the sincere love of the world, your love is called the first love in the world. Selfless is your character, dedication is your feelings. You are the embodiment of goodness. You are a symbol of greatness. Everything beautiful in women is condensed in your image.
My dear mother, though the hardships of life have made your hands rough, however, these hands are still so gentle, it always soothes my heart and gives me infinite comfort; although the heavy work makes your head white hair, but the body is still like the wing, caring for me all the time. The hard work of hard work makes your face wrinkle. However, the face is still so kind. It teaches me the true meaning of life and gives me confidence and strength at all times.
My dear mother, you are the resting place for your daughter. You are the harbor for your daughter to escape from the wind. With you, our home will be peaceful and warm. With you, our family will be happy and happy.
Dear mother, your great love is the greatest and selfless, your love in the heart of the daughter turned from the bottom of the heart from the bottom of the heart out - only the mother is good, the mother of the child like a treasure, into the mother's embrace can not enjoy happiness.
那是小学三年级的时候,我们家新添了一个小弟弟。妈妈住院那段日子,我一直住在姑姑家。虽然有姐姐陪我玩,可我还是觉得很寂寞。我知道我是想家了,更是想妈妈了。每天放学,看见来接我的是姑姑,我就心里一阵失望:妈妈不要我了吗?
一天下午,我和姐姐一起写作业的时候,姐姐去客厅里查资料了,就我一个人留在房间里。柔和的灯光把我的影子映在了玻璃上。我盯着我的脸,仿佛在玻璃窗上看见了妈妈,看见了妈妈平日里与我打打闹闹的情景,闻到了妈妈做的可口的饭菜,看见了妈妈每天送我上学时那张慈爱的面孔……我现在才懂得了,妈妈是多么爱我!这种爱是任何人都无法取代的。我鼻子不禁酸酸的,眼眶中的两行热泪不住的流了下来,一直流到我的\'嘴角,我尝到眼泪的味道是咸咸的。我突然听到了开门的声音,赶紧用袖子把眼泪擦干,生怕让姐姐看见。
晚上,我在想念妈妈中入睡了。我做了一个梦,梦见我偎依在妈妈的怀里,好温暖……
早晨,我醒来了,枕头上被泪水濡湿了一大片……那是想妈妈的味道。
I have a great mother. She cares much about me in my life and study.
In the morning, she gets up early to make breakfast for me. When I was little, she prepared my schoolbag. But now, she tells me to do it by myself. Because she thinks I have been old enough to do it. Besides, she always checks my homework. When I finish my homework, she checks it and points out the mistakes. She is very careful and helps me a lot.
I love my mother.
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