Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

The road to growth is long. I embark on this journey alone, but I am not lonely, because you are my sunshine, accompanying me to grow up, no matter it is hot summer or cold winter. The path of sunshine is full of warmth, and you always accompany me quietly through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. You are like a bright messenger who illuminates my motivation in the darkness. Always when I am sad, you bring me joy, happiness and warmth like sunshine. When I was a child, I learned to stagger in pain. In front of me falling down countless times, you did not immediately step forward to gently help me up, but gave me a hopeful look, that look was so firm, you told me from your eyes that mother believed in you, child, you can do it. In this way, I learned to walk in countless falls. When I was young, I always thought that you would ignore me and let me fly freely like a bird, but you did not do so. Facing me who had always been obedient, I slowly learned to dress up, fight, smoke, drink, and even steal money and cheat money to go to the Internet cafe to play games. You did not give up on me, and you always quarreled with my father for me. It was me, a bad boy in the rebellious period, who pushed your marriage to the end. But you didn't blame me. When I always had good grades, but my grades kept dropping, you didn't give up. You started to let me go to cram school, but I didn't concentrate on studying in the cram school. Instead, I cheated the teacher and went to the Internet cafe to play games all night. You always looked for me in the dark. One night, it rained heavily. You looked for me in the dark and forgot to bring an umbrella. The raindrops wet your face and soaked your clothes. You still didn't give up on me. You were scolded by your boss for looking for me, but you still didn't give up on me. In order to stop me from going to the Internet cafe, you spent your own money to buy me a computer and some brains. You bought a website for teaching books online, and you didn't hesitate to lose face and buy courses. After you bought them, I never went to the class, but you tolerated me again and again. I slowly learned how to fall in love. Once I met you on the roadside, I didn't even call you mom because I was afraid that girl looked down on me. Gradually, I became more and more chaotic, and even beat the teacher. But the teacher wanted to take care of me like my mother. At night, when I came home from the Internet cafe, my mother was still working overtime. I went back to my room to sleep. When I went out to relieve myself at night, it was drizzling. When I came back, I found my mother crying secretly with my childhood photo in her arms. She always blamed herself because she didn't care about her children. My mother's tears, like needles, deeply hurt my heart. That night, I didn't sleep all night. I thought about it again and again, watching the wrinkles on the face of my mother who cared for me getting more and more day by day. Year after year, my mother had already lost her precious youth. I decided to change myself and let my mother return to the original age when her face was full of smiles. You on the road are getting older day by day, but you are still determined on which road. Looking back, you can't keep up with my fast pace when you are old. Days, years, just passed slowly. I want to sing a beautiful song for you: "When you are old, your hair is white. You are sleepy. When you are old, you can't walk. You doze by the fire and recall your youth. How many people have loved you in your youthful days, admired your beauty, whether falsely or sincerely, only one person still loves your pious soul. Love the wrinkles on your old face. When you are old, your eyebrows are drooping. The lights are dim and the wind blows, and news of you comes. This is the song in my heart. When I am old, I really hope that this song is sung for you." A song selected from Yeats's lyrics, Zhao Zhao's "When You Are Old"