Parents accompanying the college entrance examination burn incense every night. What did your parents do for you in senior three?

Seeing this question reminds me of my mother. I think she is the greatest help on my way to the college entrance examination. At the beginning of the second year of high school, she was afraid that I would rarely see me in a distant place after I passed the exam. She often took a bus from home for more than four hours to the provincial capital, cooked for me, brought fish and meat and bought a lot of fruit. We stayed in a hotel near our school. Every time she always comes and leaves for two days, I feel very hard, and the fare for running around is not cheap, so I always tell her not to come, and I can't understand her feeling of missing her son.

When she was in senior three, she would often come.

First, we stay in a hotel to cook, and then send them to school for me to eat. We sit on the stone table near the canteen or the school gate. The food is rich, with fish and meat, and because I can't swallow fishbone, she always cooks the fish before delivering the meal. It is also because of the third year of high school that I have gained a lot of weight and I am covered in meat. At first I thought it was because I sat all day and didn't exercise.

Later, she thought it was too expensive to stay in a hotel when she came, so she rented a house and came often, but I still tried my best to dissuade her, and I still couldn't understand her mother's good intentions. The first house she lived in was not very good and the conditions were very difficult.

Later, I remember that in 165438+ 10, she asked me to move out. Actually, I had a similar idea, because I wanted to get up early to study instead of burning the midnight oil, which hurt my feelings. However, everyone will study late in the dormitory, and it is difficult to fall asleep without studying. After all, there will still be a lot of pressure in senior three, and the result of staying up late is that you can't get up early. In order to study at night instead of getting up early, I also had the idea of studying during the day. At this time, my mother moved to another place, and then I went to school for no reason. Therefore, we also have conflicts with the class teacher. We have both been scolded by him, and he will criticize others in a very bad tone in class. I don't know how wronged my mother was.

The story of my day school is this: Meng Mu moved three times, really moved three times, and lived in four places. I moved for the first time and forgot why. I moved for the second time because I lived near the stairs. At night, people make too much noise when they go upstairs, and the sound insulation of the house is not good. You can often hear the movement next door. My mother was afraid that I wouldn't sleep well, so she found another place.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the construction of two buildings (with floors) often starts before 2 noon, and there is no air conditioning and ventilation. My mother is afraid that I will be hot in summer and keeps telling me to change places. I also told her that I was calm and cool, that it was troublesome to change houses, and that I lived in a good place. I also asked her not to mention this again, and she agreed. But one night, she mentioned this topic to me again. I was particularly angry and scolded her for more than half an hour, which made me more anxious. After all, I still cherish time in my senior year. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. I shouldn't have done this to her.

Then I finally beat her. I moved in the second semester. I moved to a big house with air conditioning and water heater. . . The process of moving is still very hard, and the arrangements for the new place are also very troublesome. She is working hard.

In the new place, she will buy me bread and yogurt at night and make me breakfast early in the morning. I will tell her when to get up, and she will often start cooking early. It's not just me who worked hard in senior three, but also my mother.

She goes home to work every week and often leaves me for lunch and leaves in the morning. When I get home every week, I feel lonely and miss her very much, although I know she will come up again in a few days.

She always wants to help me wash clothes and lighten my burden. I often refuse, because if I don't go to school, I have to do my own laundry, and I should do it myself. I was afraid I would become a so-called spoiled child, so I didn't let her wash it. But sometimes I am lazy and don't wash clothes after taking a shower. Later, when I wanted to wash it, I found it hanging on the balcony.

When I was in the third year of high school, I was in a bad mood and often felt great pressure and pain in studying. My mother often enlighten me, telling me that grades are not important, and happy study is enough. In fact, I know that she also cares about my grades. She went to the provincial capital to accompany her, not only because she missed me, but also because she wanted me to get more points in the exam, so she had more chips in her hand when she volunteered in July.

I am also very grateful for those months of study day after day. I can sleep and get up freely. I don't have to worry about disturbing my roommates or bringing them other bad influences. Besides, I make better use of my time in my daily study, unlike when I was at school, I was more or less disturbed.

After the college entrance examination, books, quilts, clothes, shower gel and rice were all moved away, leaving no one at home. In July, when I went back to school to collect files and organize files (I can't remember the name), I went back to that place. I feel very cold except for a few pieces of furniture. I don't see anyone living there. In the darkness, the lights outside shone in. Just like when she comes home every week, I miss her again that night, but the feeling is stronger. Although I left home that afternoon, she handed me the ID card I left in the living room. Although I will go back the next day, I still miss her very much, and I will still think of her in that room with me before the college entrance examination.

Finally, there is no regret in the total score of the college entrance examination. Thank you, mom.