A 600-word composition about the parent-teacher meeting incident

School is over and I go home. My brows were furrowed into a knot, my eyes were looking at the floor dimly, my brows were furrowed, and my face was tense. I thought: In the past, I was very naughty and often teased the teacher. Once, when the teacher wasn't paying attention, I secretly put a thumbtack on the teacher's chair. Not only did I not listen in class, but I also played on the game console and was made to stand N times by the teacher. Yesterday, I broke Mengniu's head. When the test paper was handed out, I only scored 42 points. Today, when my mother went to the parent-teacher meeting, she would definitely know that I only scored 42 points in the exam, but she didn't get angry and flew into a rage. Mengniu's mother will also ask her for medical expenses when she meets her. I'm really unlucky today. It's over. I'd better do my homework honestly, otherwise my butt will be in jeopardy when my mother comes back. I need to be a little nicer!

"Bang——" Mom is back. She took heavy steps, dejectedly, and silently walked into the heavenly decorated kitchen. Her eyebrows drooped, tears rolled in her eyes, the tip of her nose was red, and there were a few wisps of sadness in her eyes, like the biting cold wind. Hold me, let me fall into the ice cave in the world of ice and snow, and slap me in the face like a cold green snake. It’s like thousands of steel needles piercing my heart.

A burst of fragrance wafted over, "It's time to eat," my mother said casually, her voice was so cold. I moved my steps like a lead block, lowered my head and didn't dare to look at my mother. I picked up the heavy bowl and stirred the rice in the bowl. I couldn't eat it, and tears rolled in my eyes.

My mother brought me some food, with a rare smile on her face, her eyebrows were curved, her eyes were shining, and the corners of her mouth were raised high: "Child, eat more, don't be sad, people will inevitably make mistakes. , just correct it!”

My tears kept dripping down like broken beads. I lowered my head, walked to my mother, and said, “Mom. , I was wrong." Mom touched my forehead, her eyes were full of praise, like the spring sunshine shining on my heart, and like the warm sun in winter, a warm current overflowed throughout my body. That look was like the spring breeze blowing over my cheek, like a baby's little hand caressing my face: "If you know your mistakes and can correct them, you will be a good boy!"

Later, I changed my ways, stopped fighting, and listened in class. Finally, I improved from 45 points to 100 points.