I broke my skin, and my mother gave me a composition to take medicine.

Last time I was hit by a car, I accidentally went out by myself. I didn't touch it. The car stopped a centimeter away from me, and I touched it and hit the ground hard.

I felt a little coincidental afterwards, because I felt sad. I'm actually very sad, because she went to the lecture early this morning and asked me to go. I said I wouldn't go, and she called and waited for me to go back. I was particularly unwilling to listen, so I went.

Then when she found out, she asked me if I was seriously injured. I said it wasn't serious and rubbed my skin. She hurried home. I feel my mother's concern for me. It hurts me that she cares about me because of stupid things. I won't be careless again.

This is the most serious one. I fell once, too. It was serious, in the last year.

When I was in physical education class at school, I accidentally tripped. Finally, when I returned to the classroom, my legs turned badly and my feet were outward. When I got home, I couldn't walk any further, so I skipped home. The next day, I insisted on going to school. At first, my mother agreed. But at school, I skipped class. My mother went out and found that she wouldn't let me go to school alone, so she accompanied me.

At that time, I couldn't exercise every day, so my mother sat in the classroom with me. Even when I am sitting, I can feel my heart shaking violently. I said, at that time, it was also my positive impulse to go for a walk outside. My mother also wanted to help me, and I felt pain again. Now is not the time. The teacher said goodbye that day. Go home and rest for three days and try to come to school again.

I limped back, feeling that going to school was not a good thing, my legs ached and my heart contracted.

My mother helped me when I left, saying that I should walk slowly, make as many mistakes as possible, and don't worry about studying. I feel my mother's tears. The teacher must have said to go home and rest. She seems to understand me.