Dear mom: A: hello! Mom, let you live in the hands of a be, please use your heart to listen to my heart now. I know, mom. When I was a kid, you have been very painful very love me, always try my best to meet the requirements of my selfish, always patiently answer my question of the ignorant, always accompany me to "talk about the stars, the moon", I most like to see is you kindly face is permeated with smile, it makes me feel the infinite warmth and beautiful. That time, too sweet, but too short. Since I in junior high school, I rarely see you smile, why? I'm only one doubt deeply buried in the heart, afraid to ask, because your eyebrows tight cu, cold face, and your sharp words, like a stone, stuck in my throat, the words I want to ask to push down. Accidentally a night, I haven't sleep, just overheard you and aunt dialogue, "Dan cloud learning is becoming more and more not serious now, only know play all day, exam grades plummeted, gee, look at the mid-term examination, all grade is only 19, did not even into the top 10, oh!" I never listen to not bottom go to, you that sharp temper, like a sharp knife, make a fool in my heart, the heart as if in a drop of blood, I jerked his head on the pillow, let oneself not to hear those words, but your words have been always linger in my ear, throat a cry, nose a acid, tears gushed out of my eyes, diffuse wet my world. Mom! I have no don't study hard! I have been in front of the desk, in order to you mention the corners of the mouth slightly, you a few words of encouragement, the figure of your concern. I only need you a little bit of care, this will be my motivation for the largest and most powerful way of learning! Mom! Don't you couldn't see my struggle figure? Every day after school, even though the homework finished, I also bought in table I, try very hard to write the counseling information, the vacation, I had sat down to write, in addition to write, or write! Hand because I always hold pen is too long and left a print, also made me sweat hold pen is very hard, very tired, back clothes also often be drenched, eyes also very ache, it's no exaggeration! Just you don't have observed, find them! Why is that? Why is you see is always score, ranking! Never ask me, the process of my hard! I know I have no talent is a child, but I was in manufacturing acquired talent, if I learn bad, I can't imagine your attitude to me. Those so-called fame and wealth, the so-called honorary title, is can be everything, represent the future, represents your attitude towards me? Mom, sometimes, I really tired. I picked up a brush to draw, because the painting can let me put down everything, follow one's inclinations. But one time, but you have put my paintings, brutally ripped to sporadic and from then on, I has shadow on the drawing, I hate you! Why want to deprive my hobby, it made me hate at home, I want to go to school, the teacher there, would it be possible for me to return to childhood happiness! Rather than a cold home! Mom, I hope you can understand my heart, don't leave my world so much shadow and darkness, let us change for each other, ok? advance salute Your daughter: Dan cloud

　敬愛的媽媽： 　　您好！ 　　媽媽，放下您手中的活吧，請用您的心靈來傾聽我的心里話吧。 　　媽媽，我知道。小時候，您就一直很疼很愛我，總是盡力去滿足我那些自私的要求，總是耐心地回答我那些無知的問題，總是陪我“談星星，講月亮”，我喜歡看到的就是您慈祥的面容上洋溢著的微笑，它使我感到了無限的溫暖與美好。那段時光，太溫馨，但是，又太短暫了。 　　自從我上了初中之后，我就很少看到您的笑容了，為什么？我只敢把一個個疑惑深深地埋藏在心中，不敢問出口，因為您緊蹙的眉頭，冰冷的面孔，以及您那鋒利的話語，猶如一塊石頭，卡在我的喉嚨中，把我想問的話語給逼了下去。 　　偶然晚上，我還未入睡，就偷聽到您和阿姨的對話，“丹云現(xiàn)在學(xué)習(xí)越來越不認真了，成天就只知道玩，考試成績一落千丈，嘖嘖，看看這次期中考試，全年級才19名，連前十都沒進，哎呀！”我再也聽不下去了，您那尖銳的話鋒，猶如一把鋒利的刀，在我的心上耍弄著，心仿佛在滴血，我猛地把頭蒙在被窩里，讓自己不去聽到那些話語，可您的話就一直在我耳邊蕩漾回旋，喉嚨一哭，鼻子一酸，淚花涌出了我的眼眶，漫濕了我的世界。 　　媽媽！我沒有不認真學(xué)習(xí)！我一直在書桌前奮斗，為的就是您微微提起的嘴角，您幾句鼓勵的話語，您關(guān)切的身影。我只需要您一點點的關(guān)心，這都將成為我學(xué)習(xí)之路上大有力的動力！ 　　媽媽！難道您看不到我拼搏的身影嗎？每天放學(xué)后，即使作業(yè)做完了，我也在桌前拼命寫著我為自己買的輔導(dǎo)資料，假期時，我還是一直坐在桌前寫，除了寫，還是寫！手心總是因為我握筆握得太久，留下一條印，汗水也使我握筆握得很辛苦，很累，背上的衣服也時常被浸透，眼睛也很酸痛，這一點也不夸張！只是您沒有觀察到，發(fā)現(xiàn)到罷了！ 　　為什么？為什么您看到的永遠是分數(shù)，是排名！從不過問我的過程，我的艱辛！我清楚我是一個沒有天賦的孩子，可是，我就在制造后天性天賦，如果我學(xué)習(xí)再差，我就無法想象您對我的態(tài)度了。 　　那些所謂的名利，所謂的榮譽頭銜，難道就可以代表一切，代表未來，代表您對我的態(tài)度嗎？ 　　媽媽，有時候，我真的很累。我拿起畫筆，就是要畫畫，因為畫畫可以讓我放下一切，隨心所欲�？捎�，您卻親手把我的畫作，殘忍地撕得零七八碎，從那以后，我就對畫畫產(chǎn)生了陰影，我憎恨您！為什么要剝奪我的愛好，這使我厭惡在家，我更想去學(xué)校，那里的老師，可以讓我回到童年時的快樂！而不是冰冷的家！ 　　媽媽，我希望您能夠理解我的心靈，不要再讓我的世界中留下太多的陰影與黑暗，讓我們一起為彼此改變，好嗎？ 　　此致 　　敬禮 　　您的女兒：丹云