阳春三月,风和日丽。明儿邀我去放风筝,我应允了。回家告诉父母,我早料到他们又用那十几年来诲人不倦的教条告诫我:“什么,你还想着玩?我看你到时候怎么毕业?真是一点儿都没有用处?”我心里又气又恼,本想反驳他们,却又不禁想:“他们根本就没信任过我,哪怕我一直很努力地学习,跟他们说这些有什么用?”我早已习惯淡漠这个家,而对父母的感觉也越来 In the spring of March, it is sunny. When Ming invited me to fly a kite, I promised. Going home to tell my parents, I had expected them to use the tense tireless teachings of the past ten years to warn me: “What, do you still want to play? How do you see graduation when I see you? Really a bit useless?” “I I was mad and annoyed. I wanted to refute them but I couldn’t help but think: ”They didn’t trust me at all, even if I’ve been studying hard. Tell them what’s the use?" I’m used to indifferent to this home. , but also the feeling of parents