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My daughter's classmates call her "No.23". There are always fifty people in her class, and her daughter ranks twenty-three in every exam. Over time, with this nickname, she became a veritable ordinary student.

We thought the nickname was harsh, but our daughter accepted it gladly. My husband said worriedly that when it comes to company activities or old classmates' parties, others are full of praise for his "Little Superman", but he can only play deep. Other people's children not only have outstanding achievements, but also have many specialties. Only our "twenty-three girls" have nothing to show off.

Therefore, as soon as he saw the talented children in the entertainment program, his eyes sparkled with envy. Later, I saw a report that a nine-year-old child went to college, and he was very hurt. He asked his daughter and son, why are you not a child prodigy? The daughter said, because you are not a priest. My husband was speechless, and I couldn't help laughing.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends got together and filled a spacious box. Everyone's topic gradually turned to the younger children of each family. Let the children talk about what they will do in the future.

Pianists, stars, politicians and children are not afraid of stage fright. Even a four-and-a-half-year-old girl will say that she wants to be the host of CCTV in the future, which won a burst of admiration.

12-year-old daughter is busy picking crabs and shrimps for her little brother and sister, serving soup and wiping her mouth. It suddenly occurred to people that she was the only one who didn't say anything. Urged by everyone, she answered seriously: "When I grow up, my first wish is to be a kindergarten teacher and lead the children to sing, dance and play games."

Everyone politely agreed, and then asked her the second choice. She said generously, "I want to be a mother, wear a tinkling cat apron, cook dinner in the kitchen, then tell a story to my child and lead him to the balcony to see the stars."

Friends and relatives were startled and looked at each other, not knowing what to say. The husband's expression was extremely embarrassing. When he got home, he sighed and said, do you really want your daughter to be a kindergarten teacher in the future? Do we really look at her mediocre students?

In fact, we have also used a lot of brains. In order to improve her academic performance, she hired a tutor, enrolled in a remedial class and bought various materials. Children are also quite sensible, don't read comic books, quit paper-cutting classes, and give up sleeping in on weekends. Like a tired bird, she hurried from class to class, making stacks of papers and workbooks.

But after all, she is a child, and her body can't bear it first, and she has a bad cold. Infusion, in the hospital bed, she still insisted on doing her homework, which eventually led to pneumonia. After the illness, the child's face became smaller. But the result of the final exam is still the twenty-three that makes us laugh and cry.

Later we also tried to increase nutrition, material incentives, and so on. After repeated tossing, our daughter's little face is getting paler and paler. And as soon as she said that she would take the exam, she began to suffer from anorexia, insomnia and sweating. Then, she got 33 people who stunned us.

My husband and I quietly gave up the vigorous activity of encouraging seedlings. Restored her normal schedule, gave her the right to draw cartoons, and allowed her to continue to subscribe to books and newspapers such as Children's Humor and settle down at home for a long time. We love our daughter dearly, but we are puzzled by her achievements.

On weekends, a group of colleagues went for an outing together. Everyone cooked their own best dishes and took their husbands and children to have a picnic. Laughing and laughing all the way, this child sings and that child performs sketches. My daughter has no housekeeping skills, but she has been clapping happily. From time to time, she ran to the back to look after the food. Put the tilted lunch box back in place, tighten the loose bottle cap and wipe off the spilled vegetable juice. Busy as a careful little housekeeper.

There was an accident at the picnic. Two little boys, an olympian and an English expert, are holding a glutinous rice cake on the plate at the same time, and neither of them will let go, let alone share it equally. Abundant food was constantly on display, and they didn't even look at it. The adults laughed and sighed, even persuaded and coaxed, all useless.

Finally, it was my daughter who easily broke the deadlock by flipping a coin.

On the way back, there was a traffic jam and some children became anxious. One after another, my daughter's jokes amused the whole car. Her hands were not idle, and she cut out many small animals from colorful cartons full of food, which attracted the admiration of this group of children. When getting off the bus, everyone got their own paper-cut of the zodiac. Hearing the children's thanks again and again, the husband couldn't help showing a proud smile.

After the mid-term exam, I received a phone call from my daughter's class teacher. First of all, I learned that my daughter's grades are still average. However, he said, there is a strange thing he wants to tell me. This is the first time he has been teaching for 30 years.

There is an additional question on the Chinese test paper: which classmate in your class do you admire most? Please give reasons. Except my daughter, the whole class actually wrote her name.

There are many reasons: being helpful, keeping promises, not getting angry, being easy to get along with, etc. And most of them are optimistic and humorous. The class teacher also said that many students suggested that she be the monitor. He lamented: although your daughter's grades are average, she is really excellent at being a human being.

I jokingly told my daughter that you were going to be a hero. The daughter who is knitting a scarf cocked her head and thought about it. She told me seriously that the teacher once said a proverb: when a hero passes by, someone always sits on the side of the road and applauds.

She said softly, "Mom, I don't want to be a hero. I want to be the one who sits on the roadside and applauds. " I suddenly a shock, wait for a while looked at her. She quietly knitted wool and light pink thread, wrapped around bamboo needles, as if an inch of time, spitting out small buds in her hands. Heart, suddenly warm.

At that moment, I was suddenly moved by this girl who didn't want to be a hero. In this world, how many people aspire to be heroes when they are young, but eventually they become ordinary people in the world of fireworks. If we are healthy, if we are happy, if we don't go against our wishes, why don't we be a kind ordinary person? When she grows up, she will be a virtuous wife, a gentle mother, even an enthusiastic colleague and a kind neighbor. In those long years, she can live the life she wants in peace. As a parent, what kind of bright future do you want to pray for your children?