Don't underestimate it as a necessary puppet for thousands of children. It is ordinary and disapproving, but it has accompanied me to grow up and experienced many laughter and tears. Although I am only a child of 13 years old, I am not as weather-beaten and experienced as an adult, not to mention many painful things, but setbacks are common. There are many middle school students like me, and now we have entered a colorful youth. When there are many problems, you should have your own motto and remind yourself at all times. And my motto storage is my playmate-puppet.
I remember this little puppet was the last one my parents gave me, because I was over six years old at that time. When I got this little puppet, I was ecstatic and held it all night. I just can't put it down. But in my memory, once, I played with my cousin and I was in high spirits. Suddenly, I heard a bang behind me, and my father's favorite little vase fell to the ground and broke into pieces. I thought it was none of my business, but when I thought about it, I just took my father's vase to fill it with water, and then I put it casually, maybe by the table, and then I went to play, but I didn't put it steady. There used to be water everywhere, but now there are tiles everywhere. Too bad. My parents cleaned up this time ... during this period of thinking, I heard some horrible footsteps approaching, just like the footsteps of dinosaurs. No, it is an elephant. I really want to escape, but I can't escape from home. I hold my beloved puppet, and my palms are sweating. What should I do? Mom and dad came in at the same time. When they saw this situation in the hall, they flew into a rage and immediately asked, "Who did it?" It must be you, naughty boy! "They looked at me angrily. My face was as red as a ripe apple, and I immediately said, "It's not me, it's her, it's my cousin! ""I held the puppet tighter. Cousin defended: "Not me, I didn't ..." "You did it!" I interrupted her. She cried unjustly, and her mother immediately stroked her head and told her not to cry. Dad said to me, "Don't pass the buck. I know you made a mess. I am distressed that you broke my favorite vase, but I am even more distressed that you lied to me. " We have taught you to be honest since childhood, you know? "Although my father's voice is calm, there is an irresistible force. As soon as I spoke, my tears flowed down like broken beads, wetting the puppets. I ran into the room, climbed into bed and cried, locking the door. I kept holding the puppet and soon fell asleep. In my dream, I heard a strange voice, "Little Master, what's wrong with you?" "Who are you?" I asked doubtfully. Suddenly I saw my little puppet, and it could talk. "You really made a mistake this time. "I know. I shouldn't lie to my parents, but I don't want to be scolded by them, so I have to put the blame on my cousin! "I looked down and said." But have you ever thought about your cousin's mood? If you say that, she may be scolded innocently. Isn't she afraid of being scolded by your parents? She is younger than you, so you bully her if you are not sensible. It is very selfish of you to do so. You lie. This is not a good boy's behavior! "Hearing this, my face was like being thrown into my face by one tomato after another. I said, "I made a mistake. I will apologize to my cousin and my parents. " The puppet is getting farther and farther away from me, and I vaguely hear: "little master, a good boy who corrects his mistakes." You will always be my good master, and I am willing to grow up with you! "... I woke up and found myself holding a puppet, and my father, mother and cousin were next door to me. I summoned up the courage to apologize, but I was afraid. I looked at the puppet and remembered what it said to me. I said to my mother, "I'm sorry, mom and dad!" "I shouldn't lie, I shouldn't be so willful, I'm sorry, I want you to worry." Then I said to my cousin, "I'm sorry, would you please forgive me?" My sister repeatedly said, "Of course, of course!" Dad patiently said to me, "We will forgive you. You are a good boy. I hope you think so. It doesn't matter if dad's vase is broken. You can buy it again, but you can't buy it if you are sensible. " Mother said, "Our daughter has grown up. When things go wrong, she knows how to think and can correct her mistakes. She is really a good child! " "Hearing this, the heavy feeling in my heart suddenly disappeared without a trace. I looked at the little puppet again. It's smiling, smiling brilliantly, as if praising me!
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I was thirteen years old again. Every time I see this little puppet, I will think of something that has benefited me a lot, an unforgettable sentence. These are precious memories that the puppet gave me. Whenever I encounter any problem and can't solve it, these memories will always sound an alarm in my ear, telling me not to give up and lead me to the road to solving the problem.