Fanxing | Looking down at "Flower"

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In my memory, in my elementary school and junior high school, my mother always wore a pair of embroidered shoes when I started in school.

On the first day of the beginning of elementary school, the pair of double -embroidered shoes taken out by the mother, and the dense pins on the thousands of bottom bottoms were staggered. The black upper and the toe were slightly embroidered. The colorful silk thread is bright and hot.

With the rise of my grade, the flowers on my shoes are also different. In my low grade, my mother embroidered small buds on the shoes. From a distance, I looked and cute, vivid, like a little girl who was very shameful. I wore it on my feet and took a brisk step. Everyone saw my beautiful shoes; in the middle grade, my mother embroidered small sunflowers, golden silk threads, shiny light, brilliant and dazzling, and the turquoise leaf leaf pretty. , To the sun; when I went to the teacher school outside, the new shoes made by my mother were embroidered with bird butterflies.

That year, I was wearing embroidered shoes under my feet, and the luggage bag was contained in different types of embroidered shoes made by six pairs of mothers. I came to the teacher campus with dreams. With a luggage bag, put it in front of you to cover your shoes.

Inferiority began to bite me like a poisonous snake. When I was in class, I couldn't help looking at the shoes under the table; when I was a study member, I went to the teacher's office and wandered for a long time at the door ... I was lively and cheerful. I became more and more silent.

After a test, Mr. Wang watched my grades and praised me in the class. Let me tell you a few problems for everyone. I stood next to my seat. The inferiority in my heart pulled my feet. Can't get out of life.

Teacher Wang is a understanding and amiable teacher. She seemed to have insight everything in my heart. She said: As soon as I enter the classroom every day, I first look down at the flowers. The classmates looked at each other. Only there was flowers on the window sill. What flowers were there on the ground? The teacher walked in front of me and said gently: There is a flower blooming every day on the snow plum shoes, so amazing, don't you find it? The flowers on her shoes have different morals, she wore a talking shoes! The classmates shot at my shoes neatly, and some students screamed: How realistic plums! Some classmates asked me where I bought it, and my classmates ran over and squatted beside me. She looked carefully and looked at it. She said that she was a artwork.

It turns out that the embroidery shoes made by the mother are difficult to buy with money. My inferiority was broken. From then on, I wore my embroidery shoe every day and shuttled through the campus.

The mother embroidered on the shoes that year, and did not say to me "Looking down and seeing 'flowers'" so poetic words, and the teacher's words warmed me, and let me completely understand the mother's intention: embroidered the small flower bud, it was the mother's season I hope that I will grow up happily; embroidery sunflowers are my mother looking forward to being a person with light and warmth in my heart; and the bird butterflies who want to fly with wings, I gradually understand that my mother wants me to fly out and learn to get something.

The "flower" on my feet opened in my heart.

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