"Only mothers are good in the world." Like most people, I have been close to my mother since I was a child. Although maternal love and fatherly love are great and selfless, there are still some differences. The love between father and son comes from blood, and the love between mother and son comes from conjoined body. A son is the meat that falls from his mother, so there can be more contact between mother and son.
When I was young, my mother taught in my hometown and my father worked in the city. So when I was a child, I always wondered why other children only have one home, and they are with their parents every day, while I am the home of my father and my mother.
Before I was 4 years old, I followed my mother in my hometown and often didn't see my father. The school where my mother taught happened to be my aunt's village, so my mother put me in foster care. Children's memories of their hometown can be directly expressed by Jay Chou's answer: a song, singing wholeheartedly, childlike interest is hard to find ... There are two main things to remember.
Once, while menstruation was busy cooking, I slipped out of the house. After playing in the roadway for a while, I suddenly remembered to go to the field to eat apples with my aunt, and stumbled towards the apple field with my impression. When I arrived at the village entrance, I didn't know the direction, and I forgot my way when I came. I squatted on the ground and cried helplessly. My aunt didn't see me, so I rushed to see if I was with my mother. Knowing that I was missing, my mother and aunt suddenly panicked and hurried to look everywhere. When I was found at the crossroads at the head of the village, my mother came up to me like a madman, hugging and kissing, laughing and crying incoherently. My dear baby, my dear baby ...
If my last "disappearance" made my mother and aunt anxious, then what happened the second time made them even more frightened.
One day, I went into my aunt's woodshed and found some bottles in the corner. Think of the usual scene of adults drinking, and prepare to play a drinking game. My aunt disappeared from me, found the woodshed and found the pesticide bottle in my hand. She broke out in a cold sweat and asked me if I had been slapped. Of course, I wouldn't put such an unpleasant smell in my mouth. My aunt took me to see my mother in a panic. Although I stood in front of my mother intact, she heard that my legs were weak and I collapsed when I played with the pesticide bottle …
Because I was too naughty and responsible, my aunt refused to continue to look after me. Besides, I'm 4 years old. In order to give me a good growing environment, my parents agreed that my father would take me to the city to attend kindergarten.
At that time, although I was young, I often missed my mother instinctively. Especially when I saw other friends and their mothers playing in the streets, coquetry and cheating on their mothers, I was moved by that scene and cried for my mother. ...
Once, my mother came to see me in the city on Sunday. I am very happy, riding a tricycle that my father just bought me and shuttling back and forth in the corridor on the second floor of my father's single dormitory. I didn't park my car on the stairs because I rode too hard. As a result, even people rolled down the stairs with cars, and my nose was broken and bleeding. My mother picked me up and rushed to the community health center for treatment, and my nose was stitched for a while. I cried and cried in pain, and my mother hugged me and wept silently. I know that although the needle pierced me, it broke her heart.
When I was in primary school, my mother finally transferred to a school in the city. Living with my parents every day really feels very happy. But soon, this happiness gradually faded.
Since primary school, my mother has been paying attention to my study, especially math.
Although I don't know science now, math was my strong point in primary school and junior high school. Especially in junior high school, the math teacher gives me a lot of homework every night. I often do my homework from 7 pm to 10: 30, and my mother is always there to help me.
At that time, many students chose the shortcut of doing math homework-copying the answers, which made the math teacher very helpless. However, he has found many times that I, who have made outstanding performance in class, often do my homework well, and the steps of solving problems are standardized, even better than some recognized good students. Teacher, how do you know? It's all because of my mother's guidance.
My mother is strong by nature, and I am stubborn. Since junior high school, my mother and I have often had conflicts, mostly because of study.
My mother used to be the pride of my hometown. She was admitted to the regional normal school with the third place in the senior high school entrance examination in the county, and became a formal teacher after graduation. My mother often regrets that she didn't go to high school or college because of family difficulties, so she has high hopes for me and hopes that I can go to a good university and realize her dream. But because my talent was not high enough and I didn't work hard the day after tomorrow, I failed her hopes again and again.
Mother is a typical knife mouth and tofu heart. Seeing that I didn't do well in the college entrance examination, she wanted to kick me out. During that time, there were frequent wars of words and cold wars between my mother and me. Now that I am mature, I understand my mother's painstaking efforts and regret my ignorance.
Although whenever I am scolded by my mother, I always resent her and even hate her, there is no denying that she has indeed contributed a lot to housework. My father is a man who ignores "national affairs". The soy sauce bottle at home fell down, and he didn't know how to help it. He often boasts that he is different and only lives in his own world all day. My mother cares about things at home and outside, big and small. Sometimes my mother goes out on business, which is a disaster day for my father and son. She is used to eating with her mouth open and reaching for her clothes. We can only eat instant noodles every day, making our house like a pigsty. Therefore, when my mother often quarrels with my father, the killer is to fight and cook.
My mother lives very carefully, and my father often thinks she wants things and always haggles with vendors. She often tells me that she was born in poverty and lacked clothes and food since childhood. Although life is good now, your father and I are both working-class, and there are too many places to spend money at home, so life must not be extravagant. Diligence creates wealth, laziness creates poverty. She has said this for more than a hundred times, which often makes me very tired. Now it's time to get married, only to realize the hardships of life and the difficulty of making money. I realize that a penny is worth a penny, and I understand her good intentions.
My consumption concept is more advanced. I love traveling, food and freshness. I want to spend two points to earn one point. However, my mother's consumption concept is relatively backward. She used Nokia's non-smart phone for five years. I often stimulate her to say that, like you, communication enterprises will go bankrupt. Whenever I buy a drink for her to taste, she always says she doesn't like it. I know, she doesn't want to. She always complains that I don't take her when I travel, and regrets that I haven't been anywhere, but when I really want to take her, she always says next time. I know, she is afraid of spending money.
Children don't think their mothers are ugly, and dogs don't think their families are poor. My mother is less than 1.6 meters tall and looks ordinary, but she has an irreplaceable position in my heart.
Maternal love is the greatest, and mother-child love is the deepest. Mothers all over the world have a * * * nature, that is, no matter how old their children are, they still take care of them as children. Whether I go out for school, work, travel or business trip, my mother always tells me to take my things with me, pay attention to safety before I leave, and so on.
When I was a child, I heard a ballad: Bitter gourd is green, bitter gourd is bitter, and my son is going to marry soon. Bitter gourd is long and yellow. If you marry a daughter-in-law, you don't want your mother ... I often feel incredible. Don't you want your mother when you marry a daughter-in-law? After reading some stories, I found that such things are really common in life.
This story is about a son who is an official outside. One day, he dropped in on me when he was on a business trip. The mother was so happy that she asked her son why he didn't go home for several years while cooking his favorite meal as a child. My son said simply, I am too busy at work. Don't I send you money every six months? The mother was speechless, looking at her son in a suit and tie, burying her head in eating, and silently shed two lines of tears on her face. ...
There is another story that makes me cry. The story is that in a cold winter month, my son worked outside for many years and didn't come home. He passed by on a business trip and could only stay at home for one night and leave at dawn the next day. The mother was very happy and had a big basket to say, but she was worried that her son was tired and sleepy, so she let her son lie on the hot pit and go to bed early. The next day, before dawn, my son was woken up by his mother so that he could continue on his way after breakfast. After washing, my son found two plates of hot jiaozi and his favorite mutton, jiaozi. He realized that in order to let him eat mutton jiaozi, his mother walked a dozen miles of mountain roads at night, bought 1 kg mutton at the butcher shop in the town, chopped stuffing, mixed noodles, rolled skin and wrapped jiaozi overnight, and was busy until dawn. ...
The song "Go home often and have a look" was once popular in the streets and lanes, and it is still prosperous today. The above two stories show that a mother's love for her child is selfless, but the child's return is negligible. As children, not only can parents not be wronged financially, but they should also go home often and spend more time with their parents.
Having a mother's love is a kind of happiness, and being loved by her mother is a kind of warmth. My mother remembers my birthday every year, but I never remember her birthday.
I wrote this article because my mother accidentally said that her birthday would be in a few days. I quickly asked her what gift she wanted me to give her. She thought about it for a while and told me that no gift should cost money, just write her an article.
Time is like a butcher knife. Inadvertently, I suddenly realized that I was an adult. I was surprised to find that my mother was nearly half a year old. Although I didn't get into a first-class university, I didn't make a fortune and realized her dream, but I can stay with her and do my filial piety.
Responsibility for raising children and supporting the elderly; It is common sense for human beings to respect the old and love the young. When parents are old and weak, we should feed them back, kneel down and nurse them, serve the dawn of Gaotang, do our children's duty and support their lives.
Although this article was written after my mother's birthday, there is no gorgeous praise, but it is caused by true feelings, and my wishes are long overdue and sincere.
Happy birthday to mom. There is today every year, and there is today every year. At the same time, I wish all mothers in the world health and happiness forever!