A short essay in memory of my late mother 1: Miss my parents. Author: Miss Takeshi
Time flies, another year of Tomb-Sweeping Day. Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day approaches, we will think of our parents who are far away in heaven, their painstaking care for our brothers and sisters, their hard work for us all day, and everything they have done for our children.
It's been almost eighteen years since my mother died, and it's been ten years since my father died. There are seven of us, brother and sister, who will turn from youth to white hair. I don't want to write about how our parents brought us up with hardships, let alone a little filial piety that we should do, because my parents, especially my mother, left us when we couldn't really repay her, leaving a lasting pain in the children's hearts? . Even if I only write these words, I will burst into tears. Now there are seven brothers and sisters, the oldest is in her sixties and the youngest sister is forty-eight. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, our brothers, sisters and their families gather at my house to buy food, drinks and paper money that my parents liked before they died, and to visit their graves. On the mountain road leading to the cemetery, our brothers and sisters will talk about the kindness of our parents and the joys and sorrows of our childhood. That kind of affection is the most sincere and simple expression of feelings in the world, far away from the world's turmoil and intrigue, as if to pay a New Year call to the living parents. Approaching our parents' graves, we silently looked at their portraits. I miss my parents beyond words, and tears moisten our eyes? . My heart is silently asking: Dad, Mom, did you have a good time in heaven?
Really? Qingming? It doesn't mean how much you have to spend to talk about how much ostentation and extravagance you have to make. But to remind the living to know how to cherish life and love. We sincerely thank our parents for their education when they were alive, and let us know how to be a man and how to love the people we love. Over the years, although we are not rich and have faced some difficulties, we have been United and harmonious and helped each other along the way. Every family has a new house, and children are filial, healthy, safe and happy. I am particularly pleased that my eldest brother has become a grandfather, my sister's granddaughter is six years old, and my second brother's grandson and granddaughter are lively and lovely. Seeing this, I believe my parents will laugh when they are in heaven.
Thank our ancestors for leaving this traditional festival to future generations, and thank our parents for raising and educating us. I sincerely hope that all children in the world know how to care for their families and honor their parents, so that parents can enjoy family happiness and health forever. May all parents in the world live a long and healthy life, and may all cherish each other.
It's nearly late at night, and I remember my parents, and tears can't help overflowing my eyes. ? The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, but the son wants to be filial and close? Hope your parents in heaven have a good trip? .
With the arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day, this article expresses our deep thoughts and gratitude to our parents.
Tomb-Sweeping Day remembered his ancestors and burned incense and paper to comfort his soul.
The wind blows the willows without feeling cold, and the grave is wet with tears.
I miss my mother. I often read some articles about my mother in prose net, which made me deeply moved and shed tears. I can't help infinite grief creeping into my heart, full of pain, sadness and regret. Unfortunately, my mother died young. At that ignorant age, my memory was blank. Where can I find the image of my mother? Although my father married my stepmother later, it seems that there is a distance between us, which hinders maternal love. In my heart, I still can't believe that she is my mother, and I am sad from time to time for why my biological mother left me. In that distant heaven, do you still miss me and live alone and painfully? The departure of life has no choice but to obey. If you can choose to leave your life. I think, my mother will never leave me, go to the distant kingdom of heaven, and go to Enron quietly. Like all mothers, she will bring me up and make me happy! Never part with me in the distant heaven.
? Children with mothers are like treasures, and children without mothers are like grass? . My mother's death took away my warm maternal love and left me alone, which was unbearable. Like stray cats and dogs, a person walking in the street will be threatened and bullied by the same kind at any time. I am the stray cat and dog, and sometimes I am laughed at or abused by my friends, saying that I am Mo Niangzi, nobody wants me, my uncle doesn't love me, and my grandmother doesn't love me? Young hearts bear unspeakable heartache, grievances spread from the bottom of my heart, tears fell from my face like raindrops, and even I couldn't stand the ridicule of my friends and cried. Whenever this time, they will laugh and rush away, leaving me in a sad place.
At that time, because I was young, I didn't know what maternal love was. I only know that people have a mother, but I don't. People call mom, mom, mom? From that moment on, I seem to know a vague maternal love. When the storm strikes, the mother will shelter her children from the wind and rain; When the cold comes and the summer goes, the mother will add clothes to the children to keep out the cold and strip them of the summer heat; As soon as there is a headache, fever and pain, the mother will go to the doctor with her child on her back and take an injection to take medicine. Although I know maternal love, I also know maternal love, and I am more eager to have a maternal love to iron my lonely heart. Let me no longer be wronged, laughed at and abused by my peers, and have a mother who bathes in maternal love, grows up happily and lives happily like them. However, my mother is dead and buried in the ground. No matter what, I can't let her out of the grave! Call back from the distant heaven! How can I get maternal love? Although I have a stepmother, I am not her own. How can she give me maternal love? Often ignored, sometimes beaten and scolded for no reason. In her eyes, I am not her child at all, but her burden. So as long as her face turns cloudy, she will vent a downpour on me and take me seriously. As a mother, why do I have the heart to abuse me like this? Not afraid of being scolded and criticized? However, my stepmother completely ignored what she did and let her character be mean to me. Poor, weak me, I can only bear it, but I won't fight back or scold back. However, in my heart, I don't treat my stepmother as a mother at all, and I don't even bother to call her mother.
Accustomed to resignation, I became taciturn and didn't like to associate with people. If a lady who lives in a boudoir is ashamed to see a pair of surprised eyes, she has to hide in the boudoir. I am afraid of those poor eyes, telling my unusual bitterness and thinness, sighing one after another, and helplessness one after another, adding to my pain. The birth of life is helpless, and so is the departure of life. My birth was helpless, and my mother's departure was even more helpless. You can only struggle in helplessness, suffer in helplessness and live in helplessness.
Growing up, I walked alone without warm love. As time goes by, I grind the bitter outline into powder and mud and sprinkle it on the title page of memory. Turn over a page of memory, get out of the shadow of loneliness and forget the pain of growing up. The power given by life dominates one's own destiny, erecting the mast, pulling up the sail, breaking the wind and waves, sailing to the coordinates of life and reaching the other side of happiness.
After many twists and turns in my life, I can finally wander in a colorful city like others. Riches and splendor tempt my heart, and I no longer suffer from not having maternal love. However, I can't help thinking, I don't have a mother! Although my mother died when I was very young, leaving me alone to grow up in this world, I was wronged and suffered from the pain of not having a mother's love, but I still want to thank my mother for giving me life, making me grow up painfully in this world and experiencing extraordinary hardships. Perhaps, I lack maternal love, gain the experience of painful growth, and understand that life is short and long, and the world is cold and self-aware. Perhaps, on my unknown life path, I will be more determined, less timid, more knowledgeable and more rational. In the face of setbacks in life, I will tighten the strings of my will; In the face of fate's teasing, I will be calm, let nature take its course, calm down, settle down in the past of fate, cross the hurdle and turn the corner, which is a brand-new beginning.
My mother is still blank in my heart, which makes me miss my mother more, search for vague memories and look for fragments of the past, but I still can't remember my mother's face. I rummaged through everything to find a photo of my mother, but unfortunately my mother didn't leave any. Helpless thoughts are not a taste. I can only think of my mother lying quietly on the hillside, raising a handful of loess, which is where my mother lives. I wonder how many years my mother has been lying alone on the hillside. What a shame! I don't know when my mother was born. I don't know when my mother died. As a human being, I don't even know the date of my mother's birth, leaving dust to worship the sun. This is a great unfilial and unforgivable disrespect, which has produced a sense of guilt in my heart. I am sorry for my mother and bear my mother's self-condemnation. ? The tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it but not close? . I don't expect to be filial at my mother's bed like those dutiful sons! I just want to know what my mother looks like, what is her last name and who? However, my little wish can't come true. It can only aggravate my guilt and my mother's mental burden. Every time someone asks about my mother, I have nothing to say. At that moment, I was so tired, so shy, so guilty, so self-blaming, so unfilial.
Although there is no impression of my mother in my memory, I can't outline my mother's smile in my mind, except for a blank. But I still deeply wish my mother a happy life in heaven! The unfilial son missed his mother who died in bad karma.
In memory of the late mother essay 3: Tomb-Sweeping Day misses his parents, and when Qingming comes, he remembers his old friends every year. Being a man is different from other animals. In addition to walking upright, the most important thing is that people understand feelings and gratitude. Pass on the previous generation and nurture future generations. Remembering and honoring ancestors, educating and enlightening future generations. That's how China got here for 5,000 years. A long history, a long history!
The best time to remember and pay homage to the old friend is Qingming, when it rains, in exchange for tears of missing relatives. Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls and explain the feelings of their loved ones. My parents have been away from us for more than ten years. For more than ten years, in the process of remembering my parents, my child has grown into a college student, and my wife and I have white hair and frosty temples. Time is the makeup artist of the film factory, aging you, minutes. My parents are closely related to tungsten mines and Mayang copper mines in western Hunan. These two places have their emotions, their jobs, their lives, their ups and downs. I also have an indelible relationship with these two places. Forgetting is a betrayal and will never be forgotten.
It will be Tomb-Sweeping Day in five days. Write some commemorative words as soon as possible today, send some regrets, and send them to parents who are safe in heaven by the spring breeze, so as to avoid the traffic jam in the postal road in Tomb-Sweeping Day Paradise and affect the timely arrival of information. Write what? I'm not a writer, I'm just a family that likes writing. There are not as many articles as writers. In addition to the above, I also want to publish the poems I once wrote about my parents and the poems I miss my parents again, because I think they have a little taste. After all, it's all from the heart, without additives, and it's a green item. In this way, I miss my parents and sincerely wish them all the best in heaven! I also hope that my parents in heaven are stars, shining on our living relatives and moving forward healthily! Go forward happily! Go ahead happily!