The little story of love between mother and child will soon be quick (about 4 words)

When I was in junior high school, there was a classmate in my class. My father was a builder. It was common for him to fumble for twenty or thirty dollars in his pocket. He often brought cakes back from the small shop at the school gate to eat, and our mouths were watering with envy. You can't drool in person. It's the time to be proud when you are young. Besides, drooling in front of the rich will only make people look down on us more. Once he was carrying a bag of biscuits to eat, and the sound of chewing was deliberately exaggerated. I choked back my saliva and said, "What's delicious about this!" He sneered, "Are you greedy? To be honest, you can't afford it. If you can come up with a dollar now, I will be convinced. " I reached into my trouser pocket and searched for a while, but I only held an empty fist.

On the way to school that day, I kept thinking about how to ask my mother for a dollar, trying to be angry with that arrogant boy. But I know that my family is not well-off, and the little food planted in the field is only enough to make ends meet. I rely on my mother to help me with a few beds of green vegetables. Sometimes I choose vegetables at night until late at night, and I have to go to the market early before dawn to sell them. But I'm not good at lying and making up other reasons. What can I do? Sure enough, my mother immediately got angry after listening to my evasive and arrogant request: "I supply you with school, so that you can compete with your classmates?" I cried and made a big face. Then, my mother continued to pick vegetables silently in the dim light.

the next day, my mother went to the market early in the morning and cooked porridge in the pot. I was just about to lift the lid of the pot when I saw a bulging paper bag lying on the side, so I quickly opened it. Wow, a stack of one-dollar bills! I can't restrain my inner excitement and excitement, so I count them quickly. There are ten of them! I suddenly found a few crooked lines written on the paper: "Mom has never been looked down upon by others. We are poor and ambitious. We should use our ambition to compare our studies, not how much money we have. Don't do this again." The money is all yours. " Holding tightly the money that has been rubbed neatly by my mother, my tears can't stop flowing down ...