I. 102 drop of blood
One day, the owner rebuilt the doors and windows in the abandoned attic. Half a month later, he found a dead bird under the windowsill. From the windowsill to the underground, there is 102 drop of blood! I think the bird hit the window. What made the bird despair? The host checked the attic and found a nest of hungry chickens inside. The master understood, because he closed the doors and windows, the mother bird couldn't get in. For its baby, it wants to smash the window with its own body!
2. Blood milk
The young mother was knitting a sweater in a warm home, while gently fiddling with the cradle with her feet, and the children in the cradle fell asleep sweetly. Suddenly an earthquake happened, and mother and son fell into the ruins and darkness together. Fortunately, neither the mother nor the son was injured. The mother held the child tightly in her arms and waited for a day's help. The child ate the last two drops of milk in his mother's breast, and his crying gradually weakened. If not rescued, the child will die of thirst before his mother, and will go to despair, grasping his mother's hand and trying to get food from reinforced concrete. Suddenly, her hand touched the knitting needle and she was ecstatic: the child was saved.
A week later, the mother and son finally saw the light of day again. The child was safe and sound, but the mother closed her eyes forever and turned pale. People were surprised to find that the mother had a small hole in each finger, and the child survived by sucking her blood.
This is a true story, which happened in Tangshan in the earthquake.
4. Mother and child in the earthquake
An earthquake happened in a city. The rescue work is under intense pressure. Three days later, rescuers vaguely heard "help! Come and save my child! " Looking along the sound, I found it was coming from the ruins. Pulling out the ruins, I found a young mother on all fours, her back hunched, and a baby sleeping in the blocked space below her. Mother kept saying, "Help my child!" Help my baby! "When the rescuers rescued them, the first thing she asked was," How is my child? How is my child? "The medical staff told her:" Your child is fine and there is no danger. "When she heard that her child was safe and not in danger, she relaxed and fainted. The medical staff rushed her to the hospital for emergency treatment.
The reason why the mother can persist until now is because of her strong desire to save the child. Without this belief, she could not have persisted. On the way to Turkey, the bus passed the place where the 1999 earthquake occurred. The tour guide told a touching and sad story, which happened the day after the earthquake ...?
After the earthquake, many houses collapsed, and rescuers from all over the world kept searching for possible survivors. ?
Two days later, they saw an incredible picture in the ruins-a mother, with her hands on her back, carrying stones that she didn't know weighed. As soon as she saw the rescuers, she shouted desperately, "Help my daughter. I have persisted for two days, and I can't persist any longer ... "?
Her 7-year-old daughter is lying in a safe space, supported by her hands. ?
The rescuers were frightened. They tried to move the surrounding rocks, hoping to rescue the mother and daughter as soon as possible. But there are too many stones and they are too heavy. They will never reach them soon. ?
Media reporters came here to take photos, rescuers cried and dug, and hard mothers struggled and waited ...?
Looking at the pictures on TV and newspapers, the Turks were so sad that they shed tears. ?
More people put down their work and devoted themselves to the rescue operation. ?
The rescue operation lasted from day to night. Finally, a tall rescuer reached out and pulled the little girl out, but … she had been dead for a long time. ?
Mother asked eagerly, "Is my daughter still alive?" ?
Thinking that her daughter is still alive is the only reason and hope for her to endure for two days. ?
The rescuer finally couldn't stand it. He was in tears: "Yes, she is still alive. Now we have to take her to the hospital for emergency treatment, and then we have to send you! " " ?
He knew that if his mother heard that her daughter was dead, she would lose the will to survive and put down the earth and stone to crush her, so she lied to her. ?
Mother smiled wearily. Later, she was rescued and sent to the hospital. Her hands were once stiff and unable to bend. ?
The next day, many Turkish newspapers had pictures of her hands on the ground, with the title: "This is maternal love". ?
The tour guide said, "I am not easy to get emotional, but I cried when I saw this report." Every time I take a group through here, I tell this story. " ?
Maternal love is fierce?
I clearly remember that before I was 9 years old, my parents regarded me as the apple of my eye, and my life was carefree and full of joy. But since my parents went to the hospital in Wuhan, my life is not as good as before. ?
It was already evening when my parents came back. To tell the truth, in my young mind, my favorite is my mother. I am eight or nine years old, and every time my mother comes back from other places, I will jump into her arms and act like a spoiled brat. However, this time, my mother didn't hold me in her arms, touch me and kiss me as before, but pulled me to my father's lap with her hands as if she didn't see me, and went straight to the room. I was stupid ...?
In the days that followed, whether I came back from school or ate at home, my mother always looked gloomy when she saw me. Even if I squeeze in front of her when she is joking with others, the smile on her face will disappear immediately like soap bubbles. ?
My mother hit me for the first time, more than ten days after she came back. ?
I came home from school at noon that day and found my mother didn't cook. I thought my mother was not at home, so I called out to her. At this time, my mother came out of the back room, her hair was loose, she scolded me maliciously, and she dragged me into the house by my arm and asked me to cook for herself. I looked at my mother with a lost expression and sobbed. I didn't know my mother actually picked up a spatula and spanked me. While fighting, she said savagely, "I won't burn, I'll teach you!" " "When she saw me motionless, she hit me with a spatula. At this time, I found that she was panting and seemed to fall. I'm starting to feel a little guilty. Maybe I made her angry, so I was busy washing rice, washing vegetables and turning on the gas according to her instructions ...?
In this way, under her command, I cooked for the first time. ?
What I don't understand is that she also incited my father to give me less money. ?
In the past, breakfast cost 1 yuan and Chinese food cost 1 yuan every day. From that day on, she reduced my breakfast fee to 50 cents and didn't give me any money at noon. I said I didn't eat enough breakfast, and I had to eat at least two steamed buns every morning. She said that when she was studying, breakfast was only twenty cents. She also said that she would go home for dinner when she was hungry at noon, and only give me fifty cents in the future, telling me not to ask for 1 yuan. As for the 1 yuan at noon, she thinks I shouldn't take it, because I'm going to buy snacks, which is too wasteful. ?
So I can only get fifty cents a day. The most uncomfortable time is noon, when other children buy some sugar and melon seeds, so I can only stand at a distance and swallow them. From then on, I hated my mother. She cut off my financial resources and separated me from my children. ?
My pain is far more than that. As my father works in other places, I can only stay with my mother. Several times, I cried to go with my father. My father stroked my head to comfort me. He said he was running, turning and coming back in a month. ?
If you can't go with your father, you'll be at the mercy of your mother. After a while, my mother didn't even cook. I cried and said that I couldn't cook well. She picked up a spatula and hit me. She also scolded me: "What were you born for? You can't do this, and you can't do this. You are not even as good as a pig, dog and beast. " In this way, under her guidance, I learned to cook again. ?
On the day my father came back, he urged my mother to stay in the hospital, and he also asked the unit for a long vacation. ?
I went to see my mother on her first Sunday in hospital. Mother is infusion and has fallen asleep. ?
Dad walked up to her and whispered in her ear that I had come to see her. She immediately opened her eyes and asked her father to help her get up and sit down. At first, there was a smile on her face, and then her face became Qing Wu. She pointed at me:
"Get out, get out!" ?
Suddenly, I remembered her harshness to me. I turned my head and ran away angrily. I swear I will never want this mother again in my life. ?
My mother died of liver cancer three months later. I didn't shed a tear at the funeral. I won't kneel down until my father forces me to kneel on the ground. ?
Three years later, I had a stepmother. ?
Although my stepmother usually ignores me, I always think she is better than my biological mother. ?
I overheard the conversation between my stepmother and my father that day. My father prepared to give me 1 yuan for breakfast every day, but my stepmother said that the child should grow up and give him two yuan every day. The next day, I really got two yuan. ?
I began to like my stepmother, except that she increased my breakfast fee. There is another reason: I come home from school every day without making a fire to cook. Sometimes my stepmother goes to work early because she is busy with work, and always leaves me rice and vegetables. Sometimes it's leftovers, but I don't complain at all, which is many times stronger than the cold pot and cold stove when my biological mother was alive. ?
My relationship with my stepmother became more harmonious when she first caught a cold. She had a high fever that day. I called a doctor for her. After the blood transfusion, her spirit improved slightly. She tried to get out of bed and cook, but I stopped her. I made her a bowl of fish soup and two dishes she liked. She was very moved. In the evening, my stepmother praised me as a clever child in front of my father. ?
15 years old, admitted to a famous high school in the county. ?
Dad and stepmother are very happy. But dad is worried that the tuition has not yet been settled. Stepmother firmly said that if there is no money, we will gather together first. As long as the children can understand this book, I will try to find out how much it costs. At this time, my father suddenly patted his forehead, rushed into the room and took out a small aluminum box from the box. The box was locked. He said it was left by my mother before she died. He told me, "Before she died, your mother told me that this aluminum box can't be opened until you go to high school." ?
I shook my head disdainfully and turned to leave. Dad called me back angrily and said, "It's not easy for your mother to raise you one by one. No matter how much you hate her, you should have a look. " ?
Stepmother also said that Dad was right. Helpless, I had to walk into my room with an aluminum box. I turned the lock and opened the box. ?
The aluminum box is covered with several sheets of paper, and there is a passbook under the paper. I opened the paper and my familiar notes jumped into my eyes.
Son:?
When you read this suicide note, mom has been buried underground for six years. If mom really has a soul, then even if mom tells you herself. ?
Do you still remember the day when your father and I came back from Wuhan, you jumped on me in a coquettish way. I really want to pick you up and give you a good kiss, but the thought of the results of the hospital examination makes my mother's heart tremble. She is terminally ill. When I was in Wuhan, your father insisted that I be hospitalized. My first thought is that my son is still young. ?
Mother is dying, and her son's road has just begun. I used to spoil my son so much that my mother gave him whatever he wanted. I'm worried that if my son dies, it's a bad thing to compare my mother with my stepmother. So, I made up my mind to find a way to make my son hate me, the more he hates me, the better. ?
How can my mother be willing to hit my son! My son is my mother's pet. You are so old, my mother has never laid a finger on my son. But in order to let my son learn to cook and live by himself, my mother picked up a spatula and hit my son. But when you went to Taomi, mom secretly shed a lot of tears ...?
In order to have a closer look at my son, I sit by his bed for hours every night when I get up to take medicine, especially spanking my son twice. I watched it on purpose. Although it is not blue, I still touch it again and again. ?
Son, before I died, your grandmother raised 5000 yuan to treat me, and I entrusted someone to secretly save the money. Your grandmother urged me to buy medicine several times, and I said I bought new medicine. Is this money, including interest, enough to pay for high school and college tuition? If I don't pay enough money, my son will be old enough to work and earn money. ?
After reading my mother's suicide note, tears blurred my eyes. I finally understand that my mother's indifference, abuse and ruthlessness are all for my future self-reliance! ?
I burst into tears and rushed out of the house. I ran and shouted, "Mom!" "Until the mother's grave. ?
I can't kneel at my mother's grave?
Great maternal love?
When rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit strange. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her again, struggling to reach under the woman and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive." ?
After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that blocked her way. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. With his mother's protection, he was unharmed. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm. ?
The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt and prepare to do some tests. He found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor, who is used to seeing where you are going, shed tears at the moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears. ?
Thanks to mother, thanks to all the mothers in the world, you are the greatest and most selfless. When there is a storm in your heart, your arms are our best harbor! !
(Really! ! Especially the interior of an earthquake)
Poetry: Motherly love?
Is it the connection and fusion of blood and pulse?
Is it the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother?
Maternal love?
Like the spring wind?
She gave it a gentle brush?
Will the earth be green?
Maternal love?
Is it a cloud in the sky?
Always exposed to the hot sun?
Drive past her first?
Give the earth a call of wind, rain and peace?
Maternal love?
Is it summer after rain?
Always let the washed land?
Lying in your arms and never giving up?
Writing colorful life dreams in the high sky?
Eternal mother?
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing you see is your mother's incomparable holiness?
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you carefully without blinking?
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively?
But you can't express your feelings. Just dancing around?
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly?
After how many days and nights of cultivation?
Finally, Naoko, where is your little body?
After the adjustment of EQ IQ?
Never wait, just shout out life?
The most precious first sound-mom?
Is this the most touching original moral?
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same?
No music, no poetry.
Can it be more touching than this?
Parting?
A ray of moonlight slanted into the room.
Working in a quiet room?
The kind mother is packing for her son. ?
Want to stop ...
Sunlight swallowed the darkness. ?
The threshold of the station was repeatedly urged.
A thousand words are all in silence. ?
Tears are all in the words. ?
Tears seeped into Beimu's eyes.
My son's tears are like a downpour. ?
The loving mother snuggled up at the door.
I haven't been back for a long time. ?
Son and figure?
Disappeared in the vast alley. ?
Sometimes I take out my own photos and look at them again and again.
Tears fell on the photo. ?
Telegram my son with excellent grades.
I'm proud of it. ?
Tears flow through the eyes again.
These are tears of happiness.
Are these tears of excitement?
Happiness is always accompanied by tears.