"When I played my first piece successfully and heard the beautiful melody around me, I saw my mother's gratified smile. At that moment, I realized her strictness was for this moment. I couldn't help but think of our teachers, who, beneath their stern exteriors, have gentle hearts like mothers. Mothers are like teachers, and teachers are like mothers. I want to say to those who have silently loved me, I love you too."
Zoey finished reading the last part of her composition, stuck out her tongue, and sat down. Her deskmate leaned over and whispered, "Zoey, it's so good. It almost made me cry." Her eyes were red, clearly moved by Zoey's words.
