Bitter-sweet memories
It is said that Parents are beyond question the first teachers of children. However, there are always some disagreements among my parents especially when it comes to my education. 如何拒收
语言艺术>含有月字的古诗I was drawn to drawing from my earliest years for my father painted well. When I was a cond grade primary school pupil, there’s a drawing contest in my hometown. I wanted to win the prize, so I tried my best to finish a painting. I took it to my mother, my mother saw the painting roughly and said:” good job baby, your painting was full of exuberant colors!” Ten with expectancy, I asked my mother whether I could win the prize, my mother blurted:" of cour you can, my daughter is the best!" then, she added:" but why don’t you ask your father for any help? Surely you can win the prize if he helps you revi your painting. ”I thought my mother安布龟 is absolutely right, so I asking for help to my father. Unexpectedly, my father refud me and told me to finish the painting all by mylf with his rough words. It disappointed me so much as well as my mother. She couldn’t understand why he hesitated to help me and then a quarrel broke out between them.
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there is much, much more 毛笔字正楷things like that during my childhood. I always reproved mylf when they quarreled with each other to my very face. I knew it well that both of them were love me , What sparked off the quarrel is just t the two versions of the education.
My father was always hard on me, and sometimes with rough attitude especially when he was in a bad temper. Quite the opposite, my gentle mother was more like a good-natured teacher. But sometimes my mother tended to pamper and spoil me which I liked at that time. My father was nsible and foresight in this field.
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Becau of my parents different ways of educating me when I was a child, I experienced a great versatility even though sometimes I feel distress or affliction when they wrangled with each other over me. the are all what my bitter-sweet memories meant.
