"Oh." Mom nodded and continued, "Son, just because you didn't do well in this exam doesn't mean you will take it next time. You just have to work hard in the future. Failure is a common occurrence in military strategists. You should treat your achievements with a normal heart. Sunshine always comes after a storm. You will succeed as long as you work hard. We share joys and sorrows, and share joys and sorrows. I will cheer for you next time and do well in the exam.

Ah! Mom, your unpretentious words like a breeze blew away the confusion in my heart, blew up my happiness and made my dim eyes bright. I nodded.

Later, I got a score of 100 under my efforts. I went home happily and told my mother, who said, "I did well in the exam this time. Don't be proud next time." I nodded again.

Ah! Mom, you encouraged me when I was depressed, but when I got good grades, you said to me, "Don't be proud." When I meet the "traffic light" of life, it is like a crutch, helping me through the ups and downs of life.

Ah! Mom, I can't thank you enough for a hundred times. A gift can't repay you, and a thousand times of washing your feet can't express it. Here, I can only say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard, thank you for your help."

Ah! Mom, you are the second sun in my life!

Teacher, I thank you.

Time flies, teacher. Are you all right?