Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

-The world is afraid of the word "serious". Seriousness brings a lot of happiness to people. Because: if you do something seriously, even if it is a small thing, people will only praise you, praise you, and will not criticize you. The word "careless" will only bring troubles to people. That's because you are careless and have done things in a hurry. Others will count your poor performance. Of course, you are embarrassed! We are all human beings, why do some people get into famous universities, while others can't even get into high school? This is the difference. In fact, everyone can get into a famous university. It depends on whether you are serious and work hard! So, friends, let's start from every little bit around us. You must always remember one sentence: as long as you are serious, any great thing can be accomplished. My mother has a Forever brand bicycle, which is very old and mottled. It is the mark of time, or the gift of time. Every time I persuaded my mother to throw away the bicycle, she would always become very stubborn and serious: she carefully wiped every corner of the bicycle, her fingers brushed over the handlebars covered with red and black rust, and stayed on every scar on the bicycle body, very seriously. Then she looked at it with satisfaction and smiled, her eyes were full of firmness and tenderness. So I turned my back to my mother, frowned and had a cold war with her. One day, my mother suddenly turned her head, looked at me seriously, and said, "Shall we go ride a bicycle?" Looking at my mother's warm smile, I reluctantly got on the bicycle that caused me and my mother to quarrel many times... That was the ten years between my mother and me. Passing through the streets and alleys, my mother and I turned to the road where my mother and grandmother used to live. The bike rolled forward on the bumpy country road. I watched the footprints on the soil under my feet slowly rolling out, drawing perfect arcs, smelling the faint wheat fragrance in the breeze, and I couldn't help but open my arms... Suddenly, my mother's handlebars tilted, and I grabbed the corner of her clothes. My mother quickly stabilized the bike and turned back: "Are you okay..." I smiled at my mother, and my mother's gentle voice rang in my ears: "Look, when I was a child, your grandmother and I also rode this bike and took this road." That was ten years for my mother and grandmother. I suddenly understood why my mother was reluctant to throw away this bike. At that time, my mother must have been like me, wearing a white shirt, revealing her healthy wheat-colored skin, and carefully watching my grandmother's long black hair with ordinary beads floating up, carefully watching the continuous footprints on the ground, and carefully watching that beautiful family, warm as yesterday... That was ten years for our family. My mother smiled and said, "You and your children will definitely ride this bicycle in the future and walk along the road we have walked over and over again." I closed my eyes, listened to the sound of the wheels turning, and carefully recalled the warmth between relatives extending into the future. That afternoon, the wheels rolled over, and the echoes left in my heart reverberated under the warm sun, making me unable to control myself. If seriousness is a jar of wine, what we love is definitely not the few percent of alcohol content, but the faint fragrance; if seriousness is a flower, what we love is definitely not the delicate red and purple, but the deep affection under the wind and sun; if seriousness is jade, what we love is definitely not its valuation table, but the moisture in the warm and soft light. Mother, I finally understand your serious eyes, and I will no longer argue to throw away this bicycle. I will keep that seriousness in my heart. Because of this seriousness, she is engraved with the warmth of family affection.