When I babbled, my mother began to teach me to recite the poem Ode to a Wanderer. Although I didn't understand or understand the meaning of this poem, I recited it well: "A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body with thread in her hand. She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home." But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. "
Slowly, I grew up, went to primary school, and began to understand the meaning of the poem "Wandering Son", which is an ode to maternal love. It shows a mother's great love for her children.
My mother left her hometown to study abroad when she was very young, and then stayed in Beijing to work after graduation. Mom misses grandma, and grandma misses mom, too. That deep love has a profound influence on me.
I remember when I was about 4 years old, I got hand, foot and mouth disease. I didn't eat or drink, and I threw up. I heard that hand, foot and mouth disease was very serious at that time, which scared my mother. I was rushed to the hospital. When the doctor gave me an infusion, my mother called my grandmother. I saw my mother crying.
The next day, grandma came from her hometown in Shandong. She is worried about her mother and loves me even more. My mother took care of my infusion carefully. My mother was haggard at that time and would lean her head gently on my grandmother's shoulder, but my mother held my little hand tightly and grandma kept touching her hair with her hand. Half a month later, my illness was cured, my mother was ill, and my grandmother took care of my mother and me.
Looking back now, I suddenly understand why my mother likes the poem "Wandering Son" and why she keeps teaching me to recite it. Maternal love is really great and selfless. When you grow up, you must "get three spring scenery."