I once heard a story about a girl who had an argument with her mother and ran away in anger. A few days later, hungry and cold, she was dying in the snow. At this time, an old beggar kindly gave her a bowl of cold rice. The girl was immediately moved to tears and vowed to repay the beggar's kindness. The old beggar simply said, "You are so grateful to a person who gives a bowl of cold rice, but you never care about the person who cooks for you day after day." ?
yes, we are often moved by some things, but how many are related to our mothers? We enjoy, squander and even accuse and misunderstand our mother's friendship every day. In the face of mother's care and care, we seem to think that this is something natural and should be done, so that we can feel at ease. Of course, sometimes we will make the so-called return in some ways that we think are right. ?
but how can a mother's love be reciprocated? You give me life, and what do I get in return for this? You teach me how to be a man, and what do I get in return? You work for me day and night, without regrets, and what can I return? How can I repay your graying hair and dim eyes ... However, the generosity and greatness of a mother's love lies in this: from the moment a mother's love is paid, she never thought of paying back! A mother's life is dedication and sacrifice. She breaks down her years into the flesh and blood of her children and casts a vast sky belonging to them with her own life. If such love can't be repaid, at least, let's cherish it at all times! ?
Recently, a column of CCTV interviewed Jacky Cheung. When talking about Jacky Cheung's married life, the host used the word "selfless", and Jacky Cheung immediately corrected: "Only mother's love can be called selfless!" Perhaps, it is this selfless love that sustains Jacky Cheung through one life trough after another and makes him brilliant today. ?
at dinner in the evening, I suddenly asked my mother how she spent the days when I went to military training and was not at home. Mom smiled and pointed to the calendar with the tip of chopsticks: "Every day, I will tick it with a red pen." I was stupefied and looked at my mother, suddenly feeling a sour nose. In the cold, dark night of Xili military camp, full of dog barking, I thought my mother was far away from me; Facing the unpalatable food in the canteen, I thought my mother was far away from me; In the scorching sun, I felt dizzy, numb, and sore eyes. I thought Mom was far away from me ... However, I was wrong. My mother has been thinking about me, and her love has always been with me! Draw a tick every day, what an ordinary move, but it reminds my mother of my concern and that eternal friendship. ?
There is a kind of love, which is strong and plain; ?
There is a kind of love, which is noble and ordinary; ?
There is a kind of love, she devoted her life without asking for anything in return; ?
there is a kind of love, which will eventually disappear and remain in the world forever. ?
this kind of love, I will cherish it with my life, cherish the bits and pieces in this love, and cherish this broad and generous love made by bits and pieces! I won't wait until she dies to regret not cherishing it. I don't long for the chance given by God again. I only care about today, care about this moment-there is a love, do you cherish it?