?Where did I come from, you, where did you pick me up? You were once hidden in my heart as my wish, my treasure. ?Dear Rabbi, reading between the lines of your words, I deeply feel: Mother’s love is not only in her words and expressions, but also deeply embedded in her flesh, soul, and even life.
I am very lucky that we had similar childhoods. On the early winter morning, it was still dark outside the house. I could hear the roosters crowing outside the window, and the swishing sound of the big broom sweeping across the ground. My mother would Sit in front of the window and read "A Hundred Thousand Whys", just like your mother read "Ramayana" in front of the window. She would touch my head, chuckle and say to me: "Baby, when mom finishes reading this book, mom will be able to tell you how many water lanterns we will light on New Year's Eve this year, and whether you and your brother will be allowed to set off the fireworks." ;How much money is in grandma and grandpa’s red envelope. ?My dad is cooking in the kitchen. I will always think that my dad can fight with a tiger. His broad shoulders and thick arms will make me feel at ease. I will never forget the scene of him beating eggs with his big hands in the kitchen. Will forget.
I love him not because he is good, but because he is my little child. I follow his wishes, just because he is my little child. ? Dear Rabbi, you followed your father and brother’s wish to study in the UK. You initially studied law. You are free-spirited by nature and hate the rigid school life. Your dream is to work in literature. When your parents found out, they did not oppose you, but encouraged and helped you, so that you could pursue your dream without worries and write with peace of mind. Your works reflect the strong desire of the Indian people to change themselves under the oppression of imperialism and the feudal caste system. They are full of distinctive patriotism and democratic spirit. All of your works are inseparable from the influence of your family and your parents since childhood. support.
Every time I read this, I will think of my mother. I have liked to learn painting since I was a child. My mother was also very happy and enrolled me in a painting class. In a competition when I was in sixth grade, I won No prizes won. The sudden blow made me lose confidence in painting. I had already made plans not to learn to paint, but early the next morning, my mother walked in with white paper and brushes in her hands. She walked in quietly. Me, looked into my eyes and said to me: "Child, don't forget your original choice." ?
At that time, I suddenly understood: On our journey, we have responsibilities to each other, to our families, and to society. It turns out that everyone carries the expectations of others on their journey. Every step you take affects the anxious eyes of those who love you. In my life journey, family should be the warmest passerby waiting behind me to let you know that you are still there. There are them.
Author of this article: Shao Yixian (WeChat public account: Those things about Chinese)
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