提起棉背心,眼前就浮现出一件令人难以忘怀的事。记得那还是我上初中时候的某一天,天气格外寒冷,我正在上晚自习。老师从外面进来,只见他手里拿着一件衣服,朝我走来,我一眼就认出了那件衣服是我的棉背心。“你妈让人捎给你的”。同学们的目光刷一下子转向了我。这件棉背心,颜色早已脱变,补丁摞着补丁,样子非常难看。看到它,我心里感到一阵难受,脸也觉得有些发烧,耳边似乎传来同学们奚落的讥笑声。我的自尊心顿时感到极大的被伤害。心里对母亲的怨恨,油然而生。终于等到了放学,我迫不及待地赶回家。一进屋,就把棉背心扔向了正在等我回家吃饭的母亲身 Put on a cotton vest, appeared in front of an unforgettable thing. I remember that one day when I was in junior high school, the weather was especially cold and I was studying for the night. The teacher came in from the outside and saw a piece of clothing in his hand and came toward me. At a glance, I realized that the piece of clothing was my cotton vest. “Your mother let you take it to you.” The eyes of students brush turned to me at once. This cotton vest, the color has long been a change patch patch patch, looks very ugly. See it, I felt a while uncomfortable, face felt a fever, my ears seems to come from the students ridiculed ridiculed. My self-esteem suddenly felt greatly hurt. My heart’s resentment of the mother, spontaneously. Finally wait for school, I can not wait to rush home. As soon as I entered the room, I dropped the cotton vest on the mother who was waiting for me to go home for dinner