Hating your parents doesn't make iron.

"Mom, I want to learn dance this summer vacation."

"No, look at your final exam results. The owner of the house next door is higher than you in the final exam. You still want to learn such miscellaneous things. If you don't study well, you don't want to do anything This summer vacation, you will go to the fields with me to weed, fertilize and water every day. Don't go anywhere and do nothing. "

"Dad, look at my mother."

"Your mother's right, look at your grades every day. People in the village ask me how you did in the exam. I can't lift my head and I'm embarrassed to say your grades. What can you do except show others my jokes? Useless! "

The conditions in our family are really average, and so is my study. My parents are farmers, and neither of them graduated from primary school. They have no other thoughts in life, only making money, making their lives better, no longer suffering, and letting their children study hard and make some progress. Although they know that learning is the only way out for rural children, sometimes it seems contradictory in learning and spending money, but in contrast, they prefer to let their children learn by themselves and save the meager counseling fees until they have to.

Therefore, in addition to studying, I help my parents do farm work in the field every holiday. I have never reported classes and dare not mention interest classes, because once I propose to report classes and interest classes, my parents will say that other children have not reported any remedial classes, but they have been admitted to key institutions. Whether their academic performance is good or not has nothing to do with enrolling in remedial classes. It's up to you. They are still interested in taking classes. It won't be too bad to take out the study time you are interested in. You think about joining classes every day and how to spend the money we earn. Isn't it enough that the school supports you and asks for money in various ways? If you don't understand reading, just read it several times. "If you read a book a hundred times, you will understand its meaning." This is what my parents said to me, so although I have some weak knowledge or even confusion, I have not signed up for any remedial classes on learning, for fear that my parents will scold me, and interest classes are even more sighing.

Finally, I went to three colleges with average grades. The cost is extremely high, but my parents also know that the only way out for rural children is to go to school. In addition, there are not many children in our village who can go to college, and the villagers have also advised them. Finally, my parents decided to let me go to these three colleges. They still hope that after I go to college, I can study hard, live up to their expectations, live up to so much money, and hold my head high in the village.

The choice of major is that they asked a big brother in the village and said that the financial major is particularly popular, the job is particularly easy to find, and the salary is particularly good. They stopped asking my opinion and told me in a commanding tone that all majors should fill in finance. I said I liked literature, but they said it was useless. Only finance can make money. I insisted on taking literature, but they told me directly that they had taken the tuition and had to fill in finance as their major, otherwise they wouldn't go. I finally wrote down all my majors about finance in tears.

In the past four years, I spent a lot of time doing part-time jobs to subsidize myself and my family because I was far away from my parents and my major was not my favorite. When I was tutoring a child, a classmate took over my tutor because he had something to do with the person in charge. The person in charge told me that now they urgently need a dance teacher and asked me if I would like to. I shook my head helplessly and said, I won't. The person in charge shook his head and told me that I'm sorry I wanted to help you, but I'm sorry. I can not help you with anything.

From then on, I began to teach myself to dance, but once one of my dance majors saw me dance and couldn't stand up with laughter. She said, is this dancing? Maybe the duck jumps better than you. You are past the age of dancing, and it may be futile to try hard now. I think if I learned dance, it might be more different.

When I came home this summer vacation, my parents and I quarreled about tuition. Somehow, I told them that if you let me learn dancing, I might have earned my tuition by now. When my parents heard what I said, they began to refute. Anyway, if you have to learn, can we not? Now complain about us, can we complain that you didn't study hard and spent our money to take the three exams? It's not easy for us to feed you. What are you gonna do, force us to die?

I slammed the door and left.

The next day, I heard my brother tell my parents, parents, I want to learn street dance. All the children in our class have studied, and I want to learn, too. And I also told my parents next to me that it is good for the stars to learn and the children to learn more. My mother began to tell her big story. Do you have anyone to study with? Does anyone in our family have money? Has anyone ever read three books?

To tell you the truth, mom and dad, I also did a lot of part-time jobs this semester and made a little money. I'll pay half the cost of learning dance from a star, and you can pay the other half. You see, this is also his specialty when he grows up. Maybe I can make some money then.

Mom, I left this 1000 yuan here. I'm leaving. There is an audition for a dance class this afternoon. Take the stars to see it and sign up by the way. My mom says I know, so go!

A week later, I gave my brother a video chat. I asked him, did you sign up for a dance class? He said no, I asked him why. He said that my parents said it was too expensive and useless. I told them a lot, and they also scolded me for not studying hard every day and spending their money thinking about moths all day. I shook my head and said, well, I don't want to hear it. What about the money I left? My brother told me that they took my 1000 yuan, and they added some more to themselves and installed LCD TVs in their homes.

I said, oh! Hurriedly hung up the phone. I don't know. I squeezed my thousand dollars through my teeth. I dare not see meat for three meals. If I could walk, I would never take a bus. I think I can make it up point by point. I just don't want my brother to go my old way after all he's done. But my strength is too small to change this fact.

I can't help crying.

How I wish my parents would let me take a class at school to make up for some of my weaknesses. Let me sign up for an interest class and learn what I want to learn. Let me choose my favorite major and study hard. I tried my best to help my brother change this endless cycle, but it was still useless.