I. Poetry
1, my love for my son is endless, and I am glad to be home; In case of pity, ask for bitterness; It was a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It was better to have a baby than nothing at this time. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son; But how much love there is an inch of grass, reported three Chunhui; People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
2, the loving mother leans against the door, and the wanderer is difficult; Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. At that time, my parents thought, but today I should know; The white-haired mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out; Mourn for my parents and give birth to me; The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
3. Silver is a juvenile day, and Gao Fei is carrying his mother; When I came, my parents knew that they were separated, and it was like dying to pay attention to clothes; After 30 days of hard work, the mother's thin chicken is getting fatter and fatter; After fifteen years of colorful clothes, I tried to be a loving mother; Grandma Yaochi's window opened, and Huang Zhu sang sadly; Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Second, the story
1. Cutting fingers to feed children: In Tangshan earthquake, a mother and son were deeply crushed under the rubble, and half of the mother was stuck by a cement board. The baby of seven or eight months is safe under her. A few days later, when rescuers dug a hole and approached the mother and son, the mother swallowed her last breath and the baby still had her index finger in her mouth.
2, picked up the child and found that the mother's index finger is only half. It turns out that the mother has been delaying the child's life with the milk in distress, and the milk has been sucked dry. She tried to bite off her finger. Let your children live with blood. At the moment of Wenchuan earthquake, a young mother held her baby and bowed her head and held her baby tightly under her.
3. On her deathbed, she left a short message on her mobile phone: Son, if you are lucky enough to survive, remember that your mother loves you ... Crazy mother-in-law: all the surrounding areas are demolished, but she refuses to leave, and she is indifferent to the water and electricity cuts and the compensation for double demolition; Only once did she cut off her telephone line, and she went to the telecommunications bureau all day, and others called her crazy mother-in-law
4, the leader went out, the dark room, lonely, she kept the phone, and finally said, "If it is really demolished, the daughter who has been missing for five years will not find a home."