自懂事以来,“好孩子”这个词便一直充斥在耳边。“要做个好孩子”这句话,我想,父母说了不止千万遍。想起以前,每当我做错了某件事,父母总是边斥责我,边拿着邻居家的某某来给我做范例:“唉,瞧瞧,人家孩子多乖哦!既听话又懂事,每回考试只拿回好成绩,你呢?总是那么粗心!”我一肚子委屈愤懑,却找不到地方发泄,想要哭,视线早已模糊,泪水却总在眼眶里打转,坚持不肯落下。 Since I knew myself, the word “good boy” has been flooding my ears. “To be a good boy ” This sentence, I think, parents say more than ten million times. Remember, whenever I did something wrong, my parents always rebuked me and took a sample of my neighbor’s hometown to give me an example: “Oh, look, there are more children in the world! Sensible, every time the exam only get back a good result, you? Always so careless! ”I am a grievance of anger, but can not find the place to vent, want to cry, vision has long been vague, tears always spinning around in the eyes, Insisted refused to fall.