Mom, how can I repay you? Mother's Day Poetry Praise Mother's Day Poetry Praise Mother's Day Poetry Praise Mother's Day Poetry Praise Mother's Day Poetry Praise Mother's Day Poetry Praise Mother's Day Poetry Praise Mother's Day Poetry Praise Mother's Day Poetry
Night, silence. After a tiring day, I lay quietly in bed, but I couldn't sleep. There is an inexplicable force pulling my nerves. Light the lamp, grab a magazine and turn it around aimlessly. "Mom's heart", I can't help but tremble in my heart. When I read it carefully, a story came to my mind.
Silent night. After a hard day's work, I lay quietly in bed, but I couldn't sleep. Somewhere there is an inexplicable force pulling my nerves. With the light on, he pulled out a magazine aimlessly. "Mother's Heart", I couldn't help but tremble, read it carefully, and a story ran to the front.
The story goes like this: a young child, unfortunately, has a strange disease. He has sought medical treatment countless times, but he has never been cured. One day, the child met a witch doctor in a wooden house in the mountains. The witch doctor said, "I can cure your disease, but to cure it, I have to use medicine as an introduction." "Great!" The child asked happily, "What do you want to use as a medication guide?" "This disease is difficult to treat. You must use your mother's heart as a guide to medicine. " When the child heard this, he hurried home. When it got dark, the child came home and said, "Mom! My illness can be cured! " "Are you? Great! " "However, the wizard said that the mother's heart must be used as a drug introduction." Hearing this, the mother paused, kissed the child's forehead and turned and walked into the room. For a moment, the child heard his mother's weak voice, "Come in, son!" " "The child came into the room." Take it. It's mom's heart. You can use it to treat diseases. "The child hands holding the bright red heart, turned and ran to the wizard. But it was too dark at night, and the children turned around in the mountains, but they couldn't find the wizard's residence. In a hurry, the child tripped over a branch and began to cry. At this time, the mother's heart spoke: "son, did you fall in pain?" " ……
The story goes like this: a young child, unfortunately, got a strange disease and prescribed countless medicines, but he was not cured. One day, a child met a wizard in a cabin in the mountains. The witch doctor said, "I can cure your disease, but there must be a medicine as a primer to treat it." "Great!" The child asked, "What are you going to do with drugs?" "The disease is very difficult to treat. You must use your mother's heart as medicine." The child heard this and ran to the house. When it is dark, the child is at home, "My mother! I can cure diseases! " "Are you? Great! " "However, the wizard said that you must have a mother's heart to be used as medicine." After listening to this, the mother froze, kissed the child's forehead and turned and walked into the room. For a moment, the child heard her weak voice, "Come in, son!" " The child entered the room. "Take it well, this is my mother's heart, you can treat it." The child handed the red heart and turned to run to the wizard. However, it was too dark at night, and the children turned around in the mountains, but they couldn't find a guide. In a hurry, the child tripped over a branch and was crying. At this time, my mother's heart is saying, "children, do you feel pain?" ......
Watching, I burst into tears, surrounded by a huge maternal love force, unable to control myself. In a trance, I thought of my mother, who cared for my eyes when I stumbled; At school and after school, I remembered my mother's figure in the wind and rain. Whenever I get sick, I think of my haggard mother at the bedside. Think of the words that my mother cares about after every setback; I remembered my mother's happy smile and my white hair on my temples when I came back from a long trip. When I grow up day by day and step into my job, my mother's heart will always be with me. Every time I fall down in my life, I seem to hear my mother's voice: "Son, does it hurt?" .
Reading and reading, my tears flowed down, and I was surrounded by a great power of love and lost my self-control. In a trance, I thought of my mother and fell in love with my toddler eyes; After school, every time after school, I think of my mother in the rain shadow; Think of my mother's haggard face at the bedside every time I get sick; In every setback, mother's loving words; Think of every trip, smile and temples, and white hair is added to the happy mother. When I grow up day by day and step into my job, my mother's heart is always with me. In every fall of my life, I seem to hear my mother's voice: "Are you hurt, son?" .
Today, with the gradual development of my career, my life has become more and more stable and I have started to have my own family. However, every time I go home, my mother's wrinkles are growing. In the face of my elderly mother, what have I done besides visiting her occasionally, chatting with her and giving her some living expenses? Mother's memory is slowly declining and her health is getting worse. Whenever the seasons change, diseases always attack her. However, in the face of all this, will I love her as much as I love my body?
Today, when my career developed, my life became more and more stable, and I began to have a family of my own. However, the wrinkles of every mother who goes home are growing. Facing my old mother, I occasionally go home to see her, chat with her and give her living expenses. What have I done? Mother's memory began to decline, and her health became worse and worse. Every time seasonal diseases always hit her. However, in the face of all this, do I still want to take care of my body and care about her?
Yes! I was suddenly surprised. I didn't go home this Spring Festival. How is my mother? I quickly grabbed the phone, the night was getting deeper and deeper, but the phone only rang twice. Mother's old and kind voice came from the microphone, and my mood stirred and my words got stuck in the voice. Then mother's gentle and loving voice came from the microphone. "Is that you, son?" .
You are right. I was suddenly surprised that I didn't go home this Spring Festival. Where is my mother's health? I rushed to grab the phone, and it was getting deeper at night. But just after the phone rang twice, my mother's old and kind voice came from the microphone, emotional and stuck in my throat. At this time, my white mother came from the microphone with a loving voice, "Is that you, son?" .
Joy and tears flooded my face at the same time. ...
Joy and tears on my face, Yang Kai. ......
Mom, how can I repay you?
Mom, how can I repay you?