父母的爱,对我而言像一道心灵鸡汤,也许没有丰富的食材,也许没有恰到好处的调料,不过品起来也是别具滋味。在4月,各个中学开始发通知、打电话,我的同学,甚至我自认为学得比我差的同学都接到了通知,而我却没有,我有些失落。妈妈安慰我:“没关系,我们就上离家近的爱知。”从那以后,远在天津的爸爸也保持着一天给我打一个电话。第二天,我便陆续接到了“五大”的通知,爸妈便开始纠结让我上哪个中学。在电话里,爸爸也渐渐开始问我:“想好上哪个中学了吗?”妈妈平时从不关心我学习,但她现在却热衷于咨询各种孩子 Parents’ love, to me, is like a chicken soup of heart, perhaps not rich in ingredients, perhaps without proper seasoning, but it also tastes special. In April, all secondary schools began to send out notices, phone calls, my classmates, and even some of my classmates who I thought I had learned worse than myself. However, I did not, and I lost some. Mom comforts me: “Never mind, we’re on Aichi, who is close to home.” “Since then, my father in Tianjin has also kept one day calling me. The next day, I will receive one after another ”Five “ notice, parents will begin to tangle me to which high school. On the phone, my father began to ask me: ”Which secondary school is it?“ ”My mother usually does not care about my studies, but she is now keen to consult all kinds of children