My mother was originally educated, but she still has a high school education, and her family background is quite solid. However, in that turbulent era, she could not continue her college dream, so she and her father came together through a matchmaker. This is a big family full of contradictions and conflicts. Finally, my mother's strong and stubborn personality can't bear grandma's cold-eyed separation, but the hard work of more than 20 years is full of ups and downs.
Mother is fragile. Whenever she is wronged and regrets that she has gone to the wrong door, she will cry. When mother cries, tears will drop a lot, but instead of crying, she often chokes back. That sound impressed me deeply. Mother's eyes turn red every time she is in trouble. I know my mother is crying again. When I was fighting with other children in elementary school, my mother would touch my blood and shed tears; In middle school, my mother shed tears because I didn't study hard and idled around all day; My mother dropped out of school and shed tears for my bleak future; In high school, my mother looked at me who studied hard but was weak due to malnutrition, and shed tears. Finally, I was admitted to the university, and my mother cried because she was too far apart and missed me too much. ......
Mother is a sentimental woman. Mother's tears also prove this. She will burst into tears because of her child's thoughtful words, because of the sad plot on TV, and because of her son's brilliant achievements and countless auras in college ... I have never understood my mother's tears, which are tolerant, anxious, wronged, moved, fragile and more love. Every time I read an article about my mother, I
In the years of college, my mother cried every time I got on the bus when I left home, and the tears that broke the line slipped with my thoughts. I want to cry with my mother every time, but I hold back every time. I'm not afraid of being laughed at for being weak, but I don't want to touch my mother's fragile inner ripples.
I bought a ticket this year and told my mother about my trip. Obviously, I saw a kind of melancholy and disappointment at that moment. She may just want her children to stay at home for even one more day. It's so different from my mother's sparkling eyes when I first got home. My father told her mother not to cry when the child left. It was too sad to let her go. Her mother was silent. Silence means acquiescence. But the night before I left, I overheard my mother crying in the back room, sobbing with unspeakable emotions, which hurt my heart. Later, when I left, my mother really didn't cry. She only advised and told me again and again, and repeated it 10000 times,10000 times. Seeing my mother's forbearance and strength, I shed tears. ......
On Mother's Day, other children will call their mothers, or say something sad, or if Doby's mother is happy, a romantic person will give her a bunch of carnations. I also want to express my heartfelt thanks to my mother, but I am afraid that such emotional words will scare her. At night, I finally got up the courage to call home, and it happened to be my mother who answered the phone. As soon as I heard it was me, I immediately asked me what was wrong. I said that I had rested after a tiring day's farm work, and I had to deal with it quickly, saying that it was nothing serious, just asking if everything was all right at home, so my mother rambled on about some trivial things at home, and then started complaining that I would never know how tired I was, saying that I must pay attention to my health, and so on. I can't say a word that has been repeated in my mind for thousands of times, but suddenly I find that my mother may not lack these gorgeous words at all, which is sensational. In her mind, as long as the child is safe and healthy, it is more precious than anything else. When I put down the phone, I had an impulse to cry, but I didn't. I ran out and drugged myself with alcohol. That day, I was drunk. But I can imagine that my mother, who is thousands of miles away, must have slept soundly and safely. ......
My mother raised four children, and I was just one of them. My mother's tears let me know that there is such an emotion that will accompany me all my life. Slowly, my mother's tears have almost dried up. I think I will make up for the lost crystal with my love. .....
mother love
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
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Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and long.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return."
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.
Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light;
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.
When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.
Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!
Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is reported to be three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years.
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi Rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why steam! " The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled. When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Crying hands caress when you answer doubt. " Sad, sad, sad voice, it makes people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune.
Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.
With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.
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Youziyin (Meng Jiao)
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love can keep this inch of grass from growing and pay for the sunshine? ?