A 60-year-old son was scolded by his old mother for coming home late. What will you do if your mother scolds you?

A netizen photographed a small fragment between family members, which aroused the envy of netizens. In the picture, an old man in his sixties was taught a lesson by his mother for drinking late. The old man didn't get angry, just smiled and put aside his fun.

I have to say that this picture is really funny. An old man was scolded by his mother and ran away in despair. What we usually see are old people teaching others! In addition to being funny, many people actually have a sense of envy. At this age, you can still have a mother? Courses? Himself, how many people are welcome.

I feel that when I am scolded by my mother, I look unhappy and sometimes I can't help but reply. Although I feel really wrong afterwards, I will take the initiative to apologize, but every time I quarrel with my mother, it is inevitable? World war? .

Probably still too young, rebellious people refuse to preach. Although sometimes I can refrain from quarreling with my mother, the smell of the cold war is unpleasant. Now that I think about it, aren't the reasons for those quarrels all trivial things? It is often caused by the unconvinced attitude of both sides? War? Happen.

Looking back when I grow up, most of the previous quarrels were unreasonable. Young people are impulsive and easy to bring their negative emotions to their families, which really deserves my reflection.

I'm glad that for so many years, the quarrel with my mother, big and small, has not risen to? Break off the relationship? I'm also glad that I can apologize and make up with my mother afterwards. It's far from home now, so it's rare to see my mother. Wouldn't it be a good thing to be scolded by my mother?

People always like to reflect on many mistakes they have made after many years. Thanks to my mother's lessons, it took me several years to realize that these wrong things have been made up and corrected under her education.

If my mother scolds me again, I can probably slip away laughing like an old man or walk up to my mother and ask for forgiveness. After all, the days when I can accompany her are getting less and less, and there are fewer and fewer places where she can teach me to be a man.