We feel sorry for our daughter, but when faced with her grades, we feel unspeakably confused. On the weekend, a group of colleagues went on an outing together. Everyone cooked their own special dishes and took their husbands and children for a picnic. There was constant laughter along the way, with some children singing and some performing skits. My daughter didn’t have any special skills, she just kept clapping happily. From time to time she ran behind and took care of the food. Arrange the tilted lunch box, tighten the loose bottle caps, and wipe away the juice that leaks out. Busy and busy, like a careful little housekeeper. During the picnic, an unexpected thing happened. Two little boys, one a top Olympian math expert and the other an English expert, held a piece of glutinous rice cake on the plate at the same time. Neither of them wanted to let go, let alone share it equally. Rich delicacies were served in a steady stream, and they didn't even look at them. The adults laughed and sighed, and even tried to persuade and cajole, but nothing worked. Finally, it was the daughter who easily broke the deadlock by throwing a coin. On the way back, there was a traffic jam and some children became anxious. My daughter’s jokes came one after another, and everyone in the car was amused. Her hands were not idle, and she cut out many small animals from colorful cartons containing food, which attracted the admiration of these children. When we got off the bus, everyone got their own zodiac paper-cut. Hearing the children's repeated thanks, my husband couldn't help but smile proudly. After the midterm exam, I received a call from my daughter’s class teacher. First of all, I learned that my daughter’s grades were still average. However, he said that there was something strange he wanted to tell me. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing in his thirty years of teaching. There is an additional question on the Chinese language test paper: Which classmate in the class do you admire the most? Please tell me why. Except for my daughter, all the students in the class actually wrote their daughters’ names. There are many reasons: being enthusiastic about helping others, keeping one's word, not being angry, being easy to get along with, etc. The most commonly written one is optimism and humor. The class teacher also said that many students suggested that she be the class monitor. He sighed: Although your daughter has average grades, she is really excellent as a person. I jokingly said to my daughter, you are about to become a hero. My daughter, who was knitting a scarf, tilted her head and thought about it, and then told me seriously that the teacher once said a motto: When a hero passes by, someone must sit on the roadside and applaud. She said softly: "Mom, I don't want to be a hero, I want to be the person sitting on the roadside applauding." I was shocked and looked at her silently. She knitted the wool quietly, and the pale pink thread was wrapped around the bamboo needle, as if every inch of time was spitting out tiny buds in her hands. My heart suddenly felt warm. At that moment, I was suddenly moved by this girl who didn't want to be a hero. How many people in this world longed to be heroes when they were young, but ended up becoming ordinary people in the world of fireworks. If they are healthy, if they are happy, if they do not go against their own will, then why should our children be kind-hearted ordinary people. When she grows up, she will definitely become: a virtuous wife, a gentle mother, even an enthusiastic colleague and a kind neighbor. During those long years, she was able to live the life she wanted peacefully. As a parent, what kind of better future do you want to pray for for your children? If you still have any questions, just tell me. Maybe I can help you. There are so many netizens here. As for whether you are competent or not, it is not you who has the final say. It is your children who will have the final say in the future ^_^