Every time I hum a song at home, my mother covers her ear and says to me, "; Stop singing scriptures, okay? I heard so much that my ears were cocooned. Buzzing, like a little fly, it's annoying& rdquo; I had to stop singing. I want to persuade my mother, she shed tears and turned around in anger; I want to persuade my dad, but he just drinks under his breath and ignores me. Despite my mother's coaxing and persuasion, I simply refuse to give her face, stay in bed and refuse to get up. I insist that she write a self reflection and apologize to me. Mom; Bite your teeth and cut your teeth; The ground was chasing after me with a chicken feather broom, trying to hit me. I turned around and ran, turning back and saying, "&quo;"; Fake, fake, mom is fake angry& rdquo; I called out&quo; Dad is the worst;! She slammed the door and turned around, rushing out in fear, causing her mother to scream:&quo; Qingqing, where are you going& rdquo; The disputes between my parents are like thunderbolts in my ears; Fried; Sound, cold wind; Hohhot; The ground seemed to be squeezing in through the window crack, and I vaguely felt a layer of mist solidifying inside the room.