Looking at the fuzzy window by the window and listening to the falling rain, I remembered my mother's familiar voice. I really want to hear my mother's ramble again. If only time could go back.
It has been more than ten years since my mother died. Looking back, it's still like now.
I remember when my mother died, I got the news and ran home. I saw my dear mother lying in bed, frowning, her eyes open, her mouth half open, trying to talk, and she was out of breath. When my brother saw me coming back, he cried and put his hand over his mother's face, telling her to close her eyes and mouth.
My brother slowly moved his hand covering his mother's face down and cried, "Mom, the child you are most concerned about is back. Please close your eyes and go. "
At that moment, I didn't cry, or didn't want to admit it was true. My mother just fell asleep, but my heart was as painful as a knife, and it was difficult to breathe. On the surface, I am relatively calm. I can't cry or make too much noise. My dear mother, let her have a good rest. After her mother has a good rest, she can talk to me as usual.
I held my mother's body tightly and held her hand tightly.
After my mother was buried, I woke up to know that I really lost my mother, and there is no mother in this world anymore.
I miss my mother's sleepless nights. Every day in Lacrimosa, I see my mother in my dream. I ran to tighten my mother's arm and cried, "Mom, please go home quickly. I miss you. We all miss you. Don't go alone. " Mom said she would never go back. "After crying, the pillow is wet.
Ten years later, whenever I talk about my mother, I still can't stop crying. I wish my mother were still alive.
Mom's life is the life of an ordinary woman. Many people will not remember the passing of life, but for children who don't want to be without their mothers, it is a lifelong pain, which will not be forgotten or forgotten.
Mother is a poem, full of diligence and kindness; Mother is an umbrella, so that children are full of creative courage in the process of tempering; Mother is the backrest. Back to my mother, I can always get comfort and become strong.
A woman is fragile. Once she becomes a mother, she becomes strong. She can do anything for her children, and dedicate herself to them, with no regrets. Motherly love is naturally revealed through small things in life and nagging concern.
There are many mothers in the world. Every time I see them, I miss my mother more.
It's windy again, mom, you should take care of yourself; It's getting dark again, mom. Can someone talk to you?
How does mom come over all the year round? What does mom eat for three meals a day?
If heaven is really beautiful, I hope my mother won't come back, for fear that you will cry when you see the vicissitudes of life. ...