It was a sad night in 2005.
This is her first Mother's Day. This year, I am in the sixth grade. On the second Sunday in May, Mother's Day. On this day, she was not at home, but in Dongguan.
I stayed and flew to my mobile phone after studying at night. I clutched the phone card tightly, and my hands were wet with thin sweat. Soon, there was a long line behind me, all calling for mom. I heard my classmates and my mother say: Happy Mother's Day. I feel a little uneasy. In this short time, I began to conceive what I should say and what to say. Time has actually become very long. Three minutes is not too long, which makes me feel three hours.
Finally, it was my turn. When I inserted the mobile phone card carefully, my hands trembled a little. When pressing the key, my hand suddenly went soft and I pressed these numbers several times. "Du-"The long beep began, and I suddenly became nervous, and my brain went blank. What should I say? My hand holding the receiver began to shake, and I wanted to hang up.
"Hello." It's her tired voice. I listened to it, and my heart was faintly sour.
"Mom, where are you?" I asked affectionately.
"Dongguan." Her voice is still tired. She has worked hard for a long time.
"Oh. Today is Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. "
"Um ..." The mother on the other end of the phone was a little flustered, and I could hear it. I think she will be smiling over there. "Is that all right?" Mom actually cried, with a heavy nasal voice. Hearing my mother's voice, my nose hurts and my tears almost come out. But I held back. "Nothing else. I hang up, don't be too tired. " I quickly ended the call, because I was afraid that tears would flow endlessly and everyone would be embarrassed to see it. "Well, study hard." My mother was there to encourage me. "Well, I will." I hurriedly hung up the phone and left. My hand was a little out of control, and I hung it several times before I hung it up. The moment I left the crowd, tears flowed uncontrollably. The stars in the sky have been watching me. Will you pass on your mother's appearance to me?
In 2006, I said nothing.
Mother's Day in 2006, the day I went back to school. Excited all night, my mother pulled me up early the next day and said that I would go to the county town early. My plan failed. In the car, my voice was stuffed with cotton and I couldn't jump out a word. I am not a child who likes to express my feelings, so my heart is very uncomfortable. Especially say something to your face.
In this way, the sunny Mother's Day was taken away by my silence.
In 2007, the ice cream melted.
This Mother's Day, I am still at school. Sunday is an open day, and parents can enter the school. Mom seldom comes, and I don't insist. Still calling my mother, my mother is still very excited. She said, come to see me at school.
I was excited for this sentence for a long time. The weather is very hot, and there are thin beads of sweat on my forehead. I bought a mung bean ice cream specially. A man is waiting for his mother at the newsstand. The popsicle is cold, and I dare not hold it with my hands, because my hands are very hot, and I am afraid to melt it.
Two classes will soon be over, just like a pot of water. The figure of expectant mother never appeared, and the ice cream melted bit by bit in front of my eyes. Time and temperature took away its coolness and left me a bag of mung bean water. I took it and stumbled back to the dormitory. My chest is stuffy, my eyes are swollen, and my tears are coming out. My classmates all asked me with concern. I silently shook my head. My crying changed from small to big, from crying in a low voice to crying loudly. Students are still very concerned about tone. I said the reason off and on. They comforted me that my mother might have something to do and couldn't come. Maybe. I comfort myself, too.
The last classmate borrowed my mobile phone to call my mother. I pressed the familiar number to hold back my crying and held the ice cream that had already turned into water in my hand. I asked my mother what happened. Are you here? Mom said it's okay. I have arrived in the county seat. My nose is sour and tears are coming down. In the dormitory, it is very quiet. I held back my emotions and told her not to come. The school is closed. Mom asked why? I cried loudly and shouted loudly, and finally I didn't know what I was shouting. But she can't hear clearly. Okay, I'm fine. You don't have to come. The ice cream bag burst at once, and I spilled a lot of mung bean water on my body. I feel more wronged. I hung up the phone violently! As if the soul had been taken away, I went back to the classroom and studied at night.
Mother's Day, a flower's oath, a feeling of gratitude.
2. "If you want to work hard, have ideals and goals, you must work hard. If you want to be admitted to Harvard, you must study hard ... "Listen, this voice is my mother educating me to study hard again.
Once, I got 93 points in the math unit exam, and all the mistakes were wrong, so I was afraid to tell my mother. One day, when my mother helped me check my homework, I found a test paper hidden under the pile of books on my desk. When she opened it, she saw the bright red "93", which made her very angry. So, my mother called me to her side, and without saying a word, she punched me hard in the hand that I had just finished my homework and scratched my skin. Before I knew what was going on, my mother handed me the test paper, and I froze and looked at my mother blankly. After a while, I looked down like a prisoner and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't hide the test paper. Please forgive me. " "Is that your understanding?" Mom snapped. I trembled and said, "I'll try to get a hundred points in the next exam." At this time, my mother was even more angry. She hit my leg so hard that I began to cry. My mother said, "If you make a mistake in the exam, you should carefully analyze the reasons for the mistake and ensure a hundred points." I nodded, but I blamed my mother in my heart,: Hum! A score of 100 is easy to test 100. I'll show it to you next time and give you a surprise. Believe it or not, we'll see. "
As a result, I really got 100 for the second time. I was so happy that I thought my mother would praise me. So as soon as I got home, I handed the test paper to my mother. I didn't expect her to hit me again. Just when I looked at my mother blankly, my mother said to me meaningfully, "Pei Shan, study hard. Learning a lesson is like climbing a mountain. You are not afraid of tears and difficulties. You have to work hard since childhood and climb to the top of the mountain to go to reach for the sky. "
Today, these words of my mother are still in my heart.
I have a happy family. My parents love me very much, especially my mother. She cares about my study and my life, and often tells me some truth about being a man.
I have a happy home. My parents love me very much, especially my mother. She cares about my study and my life, and often tells me some truth about being a man. My mother is most concerned about my study. Since I was born, when she and her father named me, they placed infinite hopes on me. My mother calls me "Bin" because she wants me to be "both civil and military" and become a pillar of the country in the future. Since I was in primary school, my mother has often checked my homework and helped me with my study. She goes to bed late every day. At that time, I had little homework, so my mother bought me a lot of exercise books from the bookstore for me to do. Since the second grade, my mother has enrolled me in calligraphy classes and painting classes in the Children's Palace. When I was in the third grade, I signed up for the composition class and the Olympics class, and I also invited an English tutor. In recent years, whether it is hot summer or cold winter, my mother rides my bike to pick me up from school, four times a day; Every holiday and Sunday, rain or shine, take me to extracurricular classes. In order for me to learn the Olympics well, my mother sat in the same classroom with me like a primary school student. She listened so carefully and remembered so carefully, all to help me study better. Sometimes I can't do Olympic math problems, and my mother always explains them to me carefully. When she can't do it, she will call other parents to discuss it. Several times I woke up in the middle of the night, and my mother was still sitting under the lamp doing Olympic math problems. Sometimes I climb onto the table and fall asleep. My mother is very strict with me. As long as I don't study hard and do something wrong, my mother will always criticize me severely and reason with me patiently until I realize my mistake. I remember when I was in the second grade, I couldn't do a math problem, so I copied my classmates' exercise books. My mother learned about it and severely criticized me. Mom said, "You can ask others if you can't do the problem, but you must never copy other people's homework." Then my mother told me the story of "stealing the clock". Another time I went to the Children's Palace for class, and accidentally kicked the flowerpot in the corridor into pieces. As soon as I saw no one around, I hurried into the classroom and escaped the teacher's questioning. When I got home, I was glad to tell my mother about it. Who knows, my mother said solemnly: "Son, you are really good! It is not a good behavior to kick a flowerpot and not admit your mistake to the teacher! "... the next day, I took the money from my mother to 5 yuan and took the initiative to find the teacher to apologize.
My mother is not only strict with me, but also very concerned about me. I remember I was seven years old that year. One winter night, I had a high fever and was in a daze. At that time, my father was not at home, and my mother found a taxi in the middle of the night and took me to the hospital for intravenous drip. She accompanied me alone, wiping my face and drinking water for a while. She was afraid of boiling water, so she blew it cold with her mouth and let me drink it. She has been sitting beside me telling stories and taking off her cotton-padded clothes to cover me. I fell asleep sweetly, but my mother was shivering with cold and sat by the bed all night. The next day, my fever went down, but my mother caught a cold. ...
My mother is very busy at work. On weekends, she either takes me to extracurricular classes or washes clothes and cleans at home. It's really too difficult. I see my mother's hard work in my eyes and keep it in my heart, always thinking about how to repay my mother well. On March 4th, someone issued a movie ticket at the school gate, saying that it was a three-dimensional movie of Peace Cinema, and primary school students were given a discount. I asked for two tickets. I want my mother to accompany me to the movies and have a good rest for half a day. Mother readily agreed. When our mother and son sat in the cinema and watched the movie happily, I felt as sweet as honey when I saw my mother's relaxed and happy mood.
Motherly love is speechless
Mom, what a good word! The first word a person learns at birth: "mom". What a familiar and kind name, a person's heart is always grateful to his mother. Because my mother raised her with sweet milk and nursed her.
Gorky once said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers."
What is a mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest relative. She created our life and gave us growth.
One day, when I passed by the lawn, I saw a young mother pulling her toddler. Such a picture was so shocking. You can't help but see your mother teaching you to walk; My eyes suddenly got wet, and I felt some inexplicable joy in my heart. If she were in front of you now, you would call out affectionately, "Mom!" " "Indeed, my mother can give everything for us, including her life, but she never complains and doesn't care about the return. You said, "This friendship is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea? How could I forget? "
When I am ready to go to school with a book wrapped on my back, my mother will silently prepare for me in the dim light, wrapped new books and new clothes for school the next day. When I opened my eyes the next morning, my mother had already put the cooked food on the table, waiting for me to eat it. Recalling the dribs and drabs of the past, a warm current welled up in my heart. My heart is surrounded by my mother's care and I feel extremely happy!
When I first started working, my mother's words and nagging became my wealth.
When I heard an eight or nine-year-old boy singing "Wandering Son" in a tender voice, my deepest feeling was touched. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Yes, but how many loves have inch-long grass and won the third Spring Festival? The only person in the world who helps me without asking for anything in return is my mother! Mother's love is selfless and sincere. Mother gave us life, she gave us too much and endless love, and what about us?
The only thing we can remember is my mother's kind face, a pair of hands that worked hard for us and a birthday.
The only thing we can do is to lighten the burden for our mother, chat with her, talk with her and accompany her.
The only thing we can think of is to create a quiet environment for our mother and let her enjoy a happy old age!
Motherly love is speechless! Let's taste and experience with our heart!