I don't know why, I always seem to have a special feeling for mathematics, which is not available in other disciplines.

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In fact, at first, when I was in the second grade, I didn't think mathematics was much different from other subjects. Sometimes math is not as good as Chinese. It is an experience that has changed me.

That time, we had just finished a lesson on multiplication tables, and the teacher taught us to recite multiplication tables. At first, I thought there was nothing important, so I kept my back, and disaster finally came. On the afternoon of the third day, the teacher suddenly came to the exam. I am surprised at this moment, but I am not afraid. I don't think this problem is difficult. But who knows, when the test paper comes down, my heart is half cold, because most of the questions on the test paper can be done correctly as long as I recite the multiplication table.

But because I didn't memorize the multiplication table, I couldn't do many problems. I'm looking, looking ...

Finally, I had to answer one casually and hand in my paper. After handing in the paper, I constantly comforted myself, always thinking on the bright side.

The next day, the paper was sent out. After the teacher called my name, he added: "53 points." This is obviously humiliating me. It's no wonder the teacher, because I have never scored 95 in the exam at ordinary times, but I failed this time. I was really ashamed when I got the paper. There is nothing to describe this feeling. I think it can only be felt by personal experience. After that class, I didn't go out to play as before, but sat on a bench and meditated. ...

When I got home, I was going to play the piano that day, so I packed my bags and went to the music store. When I became a piano player, I met one of my classmates, who took me everywhere. I should practice the piano. When the teacher saw that my piano was empty, he came to catch me. When he saw me walking around, he grabbed me and slapped me. I blushed and continued to practice the piano ... at that time, I was desperate and felt that the world had really turned black.

I have been afraid to take out my paper since I got home, but my mother accidentally looked at my schoolbag today and knew it long ago. I can't hide if I want to. My mother asked me to take out the paper, so I took out the paper. As soon as I turned around, my mother slapped me and pulled me into the room. My eyes are wide open, and I'm so angry that tears are coming out. Dad also patted the table. That sound, I feel louder than the sound of thunder. At this moment, I feel that today, it seems that all the misfortunes have gathered on me.

Dad came again, grabbed me and pulled me to the ground, and I fell to the ground. Let my stepfather keep kicking me, as if hating iron and not turning into steel. ...

After they finished playing, they began to recite the multiplication formula to teach me, then educated me and said to me, "Do what you can, and don't feel sorry when you are forty or fifty years old."

From then on, somehow, I suddenly took the lead in mathematics and became the first in my class, and it was the same when I graduated. I think this is just between my parents and me. This is a secret between us.

This encounter not only made me fall in love with mathematics, but also made me understand how to be a man.