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An essay about how parents treat us well and the generation gap between us.

Generation gap, generation gap, obstacle, obstacle ... "Why are you so tired of talking to me?" I threw a word at my mother and went back to my room. Why is it so difficult to say anything every time? Why are you always with my mother? Because of one sentence, my face flushed. When she was angry, she said that I was getting more and more rebellious, and I said that she was getting more and more incredible. She said I was angry with her on purpose, so I said she was asking for trouble, asking for trouble. Three days of small noise, five days of big noise.

A person silently shed tears in the room and wrote down a thousand or ten thousand bad mother on a piece of paper. Maybe we are just 12-year-old dolls, eating snacks in bed. Maybe at the age of twelve or thirteen, we can only eat our bad mood bit by bit. Why? When did my mother become so unreasonable? Why is there always an unbreakable membrane between me and her?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I threw all the books on the table to the ground and suddenly my eyes lit up. What is that? In fact, it is a composition book, but I am ashamed to open it. The first article is 1975, my mother 12 years old, in 2003, my girl 12 years old. The seemingly ordinary words hurt my eyes deeply.

It turns out that my mother was not born with a straight face, nor was she born to curse when she was angry. My mother also had hesitation and disappointment, as well as the five flavors of childhood, ups and downs. My mother was beaten by my father and scolded by my father. My mother loves to play as much as I did when I was a child. She is very naughty. The result is the same. We are no different. I repeated.

I opened the door and said, "Mom, can I tell you something about that mom?" "Go ahead!" Obviously, my mother is still angry. "I didn't think about it. It turns out that when you were a child, you were also scolded by your grandparents with tears. Right? Everyone is equal! " My face flushed with laughter. "Dead girl!" Mom smiled from ear to ear. The snow has melted! Spring is not far away!

I hope my answer will satisfy you ~!