时光飞逝，许多记忆都已模糊不清。但妈妈的那句话却深深地刻在我心里，时常在我耳畔响起。
Time flies, and many memories have become blurred. But my mother's words are deeply engraved in my heart, often ringing in my ears.
小学时，一直默默无闻的我突然被老师任命为早读组长。对于他人来说，也许无所谓，但这对我来说无疑于天塌下来了。第一天上任的我唯唯诺诺地站在了讲台上，面对下面一群黑糊糊的脑袋，我顿然感到一阵害怕。
In elementary school, I, who had always been unknown, was suddenly appointed as the leader of the morning reading group by my teacher. For others, it may not matter, but for me, it is undoubtedly a collapse of the sky. On the first day of taking office, I obediently stood on the podium, facing a group of dark heads below, and suddenly felt a wave of fear.
”大……大家、跟我……一起读。”声音小得只有自己才听得见。于是我也有了一个新外号”小结巴巴”。
”Big... everyone, read with me. ”The voice is so low that only oneself can hear it. So I also got a new nickname, 'Little stutter'.
看着老师无奈的眼神和同学们看好戏的神情，我在讲台上紧张地羞红了脸，无地自容。回家当我在妈妈怀里哭着告诉她这件事的时候，她伸手擦了擦我的眼泪，轻轻抚摸着我的头，把我抱进她温暖有力的怀里，说了一句让我温暖的话，”宝贝，我相信你”这短短的一句话却让我感受到了力量。她没有再多说，那眼神意味深长。
Looking at the helpless gaze of the teacher and the expressions of my classmates watching the show, I nervously blushed and felt ashamed on the podium. When I was crying in my mother's arms and telling her about this, she reached out and wiped my tears, gently caressed my head, and held me in her warm and powerful arms. She said a few words that made me warm, 'Baby, I believe in you.' However, this short sentence made me feel empowered. She didn't say much, her gaze was meaningful.
再次站在讲台上，我全然没有之前的胆怯，声音婉转有力，赢得了台下一片掌声和老师投来赞赏的月光。
Standing on the podium again, I completely lost my previous timidity. My voice was gentle and powerful, winning applause from the audience and the moonlight of praise from the teacher.
不知不觉，我上初中了。要住宿，要自己洗衣服，要晨跑，要……我心里一万个不情愿。每每夜深人静时，望着外面皎洁的月光，我总忍不住躲在被窝偷偷哭泣。周五回家，我把积蓄了一周的怨气跟妈妈倾诉后，没想到依旧是那句话，“宝贝，我相信你”，妈妈的脸上多了些微笑和欣慰。
Unconsciously, I have entered junior high school. I have to stay, do my own laundry, go for a morning run, and... I feel a thousand unwillings in my heart. Every time it's quiet at night, looking at the bright moonlight outside, I can't help but hide under the covers and cry secretly. On Friday when I went home, I confided in my mother about the resentment I had accumulated for a week. Unexpectedly, it was still the same sentence, 'Baby, I believe in you.' My mother's face smiled and felt relieved.
现在，我面对着眼前的试卷不知所措，题目就像洪水猛兽般誓把我吞没。”怎么办？怎么办？”我烦燥地甩了甩头，扯了扯头发，心里乱极了。”宝贝，我相信你。”多么熟悉的一句话。
Now, facing the test paper in front of me, I am at a loss, and the questions are like a raging beast, vowing to engulf me. ”What should we do? What should I do? ”I shook my head irritably, pulled my hair, and felt extremely confused. ”Baby, I believe in you. ”What a familiar sentence.
再次回想，这句话一直出现在我的成长之路上。当我跌倒时，难过时，自我怀疑时，它总会及时出现，给予我信心和勇气。我曾埋怨过妈妈，为什么她总是不关心我，不对我嘘寒问暖，或许那眼神已经说明了一切，我接下来的路只能自己去走，她能做的只有早点放手，在身后默默支持着，鼓励着我。
Looking back, this sentence has always appeared on my journey of growth. When I fall, feel sad, or doubt myself, it always appears in time, giving me confidence and courage. I once complained about my mother, why she always doesn't care about me, doesn't care about me, maybe that look in her eyes already said everything. I can only walk the road by myself, and all she can do is let go early, silently supporting and encouraging me behind her.
那句”宝贝，我相信你”在我耳畔回荡，久久不能散去……我重新拿起笔，带着这份希望和寄托勇敢地面对这一切。
The phrase 'Baby, I believe in you' echoed in my ears, lingering for a long time... I picked up my pen again, bravely facing all of this with this hope and hope.