An essay about love of bento.

"Bell-",the bell rang, and I went to the school gate for lunch with my mother as usual. As soon as I got my lunch, I went to the canteen to open it. At the sight of the unchanging food, I couldn't help showing a grim expression. It's the same meal 365 days a year, and I can't help complaining about my mother.

Suddenly an idea flashed through my mind, that is, throw away this box of dishes and go to the cafeteria to buy other dishes. So, I picked up the lunch box without hesitation, poured all the food in the lunch box into the trash can, and then went to the canteen to buy food without looking back. Unexpectedly, my every move was seen by Mr. Huang, the director of discipline.

After class, Mr. Huang called me to meet him in the office through the loudspeaker. I didn't know what happened at that time, so I went to the office to see Mr. Huang in fear. When I arrived at the office, when Miss Huang asked me what I had done, I still shook my head in a daze, indicating that I didn't know.

So, Mr. Huang told me that he saw me pour the food prepared by my mother into the trash can. He blames me for not knowing how to be blessed when I was born, because not every student has such a good mother. Teacher Huang also earnestly advised me to cherish my blessings. After listening to these words, I bowed my head in shame and meditated.

Since that incident, I made up my mind to cherish my good fortune and ate all the lunches prepared by my mother. Thank you, mom!