别人家的孩子

有一个人的孩子，从出生到上学，任何事情都做得十全十美，次次考试不仅长得好看还多才多艺有礼貌。我睡觉玩乐时他在读书练字。这人是别人，那孩子就是别人家的孩子。我是从父母口中听回来的。

我小学时，也是常常成绩优异。因为那个时候别人家的孩子尚未出来抛头露面，自然没有压力当然就可以学好。但从四年级开始，这个别人家的孩子就按捺不住了。

她叫梁冰雁，他是梁家诚。这两位语数英德育体智统统在我之上。六年级最后期末考试时，一个考第一去南海实验，一个考第四去石门中学，而我是拼了命地力挽狂澜才换取回来的第五，无异就是一个彻头彻尾的失败者，黯然无色。而在我一家人的世界里，我的那位真的全心全意为我好的母亲大人每每茶余饭后，考前考后的学习话题都是先问我成绩，接着按照个人心情决定是褒是贬，再问一下班上最高分，最后便是劈头盖脸的一顿骂，不仅牵连出种种陈年旧事，还拉上那两位特优生作为优秀教材和我这个一无是处的废材对比。

我曾经无数次想到，既然，拥有如此多的有点的人儿，为何还要攥着这般精彩的人生闯入我黯淡的角落里？

不久前的数学测验，这是我的弱科，因此考的不太拔尖。但是老师特意在学校叫住了我，告诉我这次考的成绩比上学期提高了一点，嘱咐我继续努力保持下去。本来当时还有些失落的双眸瞬间被老师的一席话给点燃，焕发出新的活力。因此在那个周末我带着还未燃尽的火焰又做了几份练习卷子。晚上给母亲签名检查时，我拿好作业给她就随意坐着看电视，她签好我的数学试卷后，不满地叫道：“看看看，舍得睡觉没啊，数学考这么差还想不想毕业了？就这么点分数还想上高中么你？嗯？有时间你怎么不做做卷子……”“我做了卷子了！英语数学都做了！而且这个分数不算差！”“那你怎么不看看别人家的孩子考了多少分，看他们多努力！”我刚反驳了一句，母亲又再次用别人家的孩子来制压我，依旧是这个千篇一律的教育，我内心早已习惯并且有些麻木不仁了，尽管我知道母亲在我考完试后有发微信叫我努力考，但是我听到这种有些瞧不起的比较后，自尊心仍然不可避免地受到伤害。

看着自己的卷子，静静地思考着。我开始尝试列举我的优点，尝试去换位思考，我会不会是别人父母口中的“别人家的孩子”？再想起父母也曾鼓励过我，我就有些释然了。那些优秀的人有他们的精彩，我也可以创造出我的精彩。我何必伤心难过？

每个人都是一株花，在哪里存在，就在哪里绽放。不要因为难过，就忘了散发芳香。

There is a person's child, from birth to school, everything is done perfectly, every exam is not only good-looking but also versatile and polite. While I was sleeping and playing, he was reading and practicing calligraphy. This person is someone else, and that child is someone else's child. I heard it from my parents.

When I was in elementary school, I always got good grades. Because at that time, the children of other families had not yet come out to show their faces, so naturally they could learn well without pressure. But since the fourth grade, this other's child couldn't hold back.

Her name is Liang Bingyan, and he is Liang Jiacheng. These two numbers, English, German, and sports are all above me. In the final exam of the sixth grade, the first one went to the Nanhai Experiment, the fourth one went to Shimen Middle School, and I tried my best to turn the tide in exchange for the fifth. It was no different than a complete loser. . In the world of my family, my mother, who is really wholeheartedly good for me, often asks me about my grades before and after the exam, and then decides whether to praise or criticize according to my personal mood. Asked about the highest score in the class, and at the end was a scolding, which not only involved all kinds of old things, but also drew the two excellent students as excellent teaching materials to compare with me, a useless waste material.

I have thought countless times, since people with so many virtues, why should they break into my dark corner with such a wonderful life?

In the math test not long ago, this was my weak subject, so the test was not top-notch. But the teacher specifically stopped me at school and told me that my grades in this exam were a little higher than last semester, and told me to keep working hard to keep it up. The eyes that were still a little lost at the time were instantly ignited by the teacher's words, and they radiated new vitality. So I did a few more practice papers that weekend with the flames still burning. When I signed my mother’s signature check at night, I gave her my homework and just sat and watched TV. After she signed my math test paper, she exclaimed dissatisfiedly, “Look at it, are you willing to sleep? The math test is so bad, I still think Don't want to graduate? Do you still want to go to high school with only such a score? Huh? Why don't you do paperwork when you have time..." "I've done paperwork! I have done both English and maths! And this score is not bad!"" Then why don't you look at the scores of other people's children and how hard they work!" I just retorted, and my mother used other people's children to suppress me again. I got used to it and got a little insensitive. Even though I knew my mother sent me a WeChat message after I finished the test, telling me to work hard, but my self-esteem was inevitably hurt after hearing this kind of contemptuous comparison.

Looking at his papers, he thought quietly. I began to try to enumerate my advantages, try to empathize, will I be the "child of someone else's family" in the mouth of other people's parents? When I remembered that my parents had encouraged me, I felt relieved. Those excellent people have their wonderful, I can also create my wonderful. Why should I be sad?

Everyone is a flower, blooming wherever it exists. Don't forget to emit fragrance just because you are sad.