The daughter refuted her mother's work.

Seeing the horn on the shelf and hearing the wonderful music played by the horn, I can't help but think of the first time I contradicted my mother.

My mother cares about me very much. As long as things related to me are concerned, she always discusses them with me patiently. One day, I came home and put down my schoolbag, then came to the chair without stopping, opened the speaker box, lazily picked up the speaker and blew it step by step. Then my mother came over and asked, "How much homework do you have to practice?" "How can there not be many?" I frowned as I spoke and put the horn back to my mouth. Halfway through, I didn't want to play, so I put down my horn, sighed, trudged to the bed, sat on the bed and said to my mother, "Can I have a rest today?" Mom smiled and said, "Hold on, it will be all right soon." I have to go back to my seat and practice again.

I cut corners and screwed up this time. After a while, my mother heard it and said to me seriously, "son, learning is your own business." You lied to yourself and failed the teacher's teaching! " Somehow, I said angrily to my mother, "Do you know that it takes four times to blow up and four times to blow down?" My mother opened her notebook at once, and it dawned on me. She quickly said, "Then blow half." At this moment, all my grievances poured out like spring water, shouting, "I told you, you just wouldn't listen and never cared about my feelings!" " My mother suddenly froze there, and the house became so quiet. I turned my head away from my mother. "I didn't care about your feelings, I just didn't know there were so many exercises!" I heard the door bang, and my mother closed the door and left.

I continued to play the rest of the etudes with tears in my eyes, but after a while, the door of the "branch" opened again, and I wondered inexplicably: Why did my mother come back again? When I asked, it turned out that my mother thought I was alone at home, worried that I was afraid, and quickly came back. My eyes are sour, and I know my mother always has me in her heart, even when I make her angry. I regret it!

Since then, I have understood the meaning of "a word hurts people" and that filial piety is easier said than done. Now, my French horn study has been like a duck to water, and I can't live without it gradually.