Mother's Back Affection Prose 1 "The road is so wide and flat" It's really fun to walk on this road!
Whenever a person walks on a strange road in the dead of night, this sentence my mother said will always appear in my ear. At this point, my guilt for my mother is getting stronger and stronger, and my hypocritical power can no longer restrain the overflow of tears. That kind of deep remorse permeates the dark night sky and flows quietly. With a little salty taste ...
It was the first time in my life that my mother, who was nearly fifty, came to a big city. My mother said that she thought all the big houses on TV were painted, but she didn't expect such a tall and big house. I am very pleased to see my mother full of joy and longing for this city.
In my spare time, I took my mother around on my tattered art bike. Although the bike sang all the way to protest, I forced it to run in front of the battery car on my road. My mother wiped the sweat on my forehead with her sleeve. My mother smiled and I giggled.
I have to admit, my mother was born in a bad business. Childhood is a tragedy, a scar that I don't want to look back. My mother didn't read a book all day and didn't know who Confucius was, but her noble personality deeply influenced me and gave me a new interpretation of life.
That winter, because of my mother's story, it was no longer ordinary.
There was no one outside the door, and the earth turned white, whether it was white or not, the wind raged and the snowstorm ran like a group of hungry dogs. In this case, people will always be full of awe of nature and feel the smallness of human beings. Just when I was worried about nature, I was suddenly disturbed by a quarrel. I walk very fast. It turned out that my mother wanted to take snow to grandma's house to deliver coal, but my father strongly disagreed. There are twenty or thirty miles away from my grandmother's house, all of which are rugged mountain streams and paths. Isn't it just a joke about life? After another fierce argument, my mother always compromised, but what everyone never expected was that "my mother didn't understand Confucius, but she used Sun Tzu's art of war to give us a' plan to slow down'.
After lunch, I vaguely felt that my mother had been gone for a long time. I have a hunch. At this moment, I vaguely heard my neighbor grandma Wang talking about her mother ... and then my father screamed. Before I got out of bed in a flurry, my father came face to face with a worried face. Seeing all this, I suddenly sat on the bed and watched the heavy snow outside the window. I seem to see my mother's thin figure appear in a vast expanse of white Shan Ye, hunched over and carrying a basket full of coal, struggling forward step by step. Without thinking much, I got up and ran to grandma's house, followed by my father.
The worst thing happened. My mother was lying in a coma on the slope, surrounded by scattered coal blocks. I cried with my mother in my arms like crazy!
Mother's first sentence when she woke up: "Has the coal been sent to grandma's house?" I can't say anything. Holding my mother is just a burst of crying.
I will never forget the first time I set foot on the road to work and left my mother. My mother is covered with what she thinks is the best food. What she brought most was some eggs and duck eggs, which were tea eggs made for me the night before. My mother said that tea eggs can prevent acclimatization. My mother held my hand tightly all the way and never took her eyes off me. I understand that my tearful mother just wants to store a little more of my presence. I fought back tears and forced a smile all the way to comfort my mother.
The whistle blows, no! More like crying. Looking at my mother crying out the window about my birth name, I cried in tears: "Mom, I will miss you, and I will make a lot of money to buy clothes for you." I don't know whether this sentence is for my mother or for myself.
I bit my lower lip tightly and closed my eyes to let the tears fall. Looking at my mother's distant back, I found that she was old. ...
Mother's Back Affection Sketch 2 stared at her back more than once, giving me too much shock. -inscription
At the moment, my mother is lying in the hospital bed, snoring slightly and falling asleep.
I was lying in the hospital bed next to my mother, and I was not sleepy at all. I can't stop thinking about my mother being in hospital today.
My mother is 74 years old this year. I didn't know my mother's age and birthday until I went through the admission formalities with my ID card. I took my mother's ID card and saved it in my mobile phone for fear that I wouldn't remember her birthday.
As the Spring Festival approaches, when my mother tidies up the room at home, she has already tidied up the bathroom, kitchen and living room, washed the curtains and hung them up to dry. Just as she was cleaning the room, my father asked me to lift the bed and change its position. When they were in bed together, my mother heard the sound of lumbar vertebrae, but she didn't feel much pain at that time. The next day, she went to a Buddhist gathering and woke up the next morning. She couldn't get up alone, but she still didn't.
My father took a photo of my mother at the community health center, and the doctor told her that her lumbar spine had been broken because of osteoporosis.
Last night, my wife and I happened to go back to my parents' house and didn't know about it until we saw my mother lying in bed. At that time, I was going to drive my mother to the hospital for examination, but she refused, saying that it doesn't matter, just rest for a few days.
Today, my father and I went back to my hometown to attend my uncle's memorial service. Relatives asked my mother why she didn't come back. I can only say that my mother didn't come back because of a bad cold and cough. After attending my uncle's memorial service, we hurried back.
In the afternoon, I drove my mother to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. My mother is in a rented wheelchair, and my wife pushes her up and down. I didn't expect so many patients in the hospital. More than 10 guides in five elevators keep guiding passengers to get on and off the elevators. After CT, my mother still couldn't sit up in the CT room, and her wife finally helped her out of bed.
The results of CT were quickly transmitted to the doctor's computer. The doctor told us that because of osteoporosis, lifting heavy objects caused fractures and had to be hospitalized. I ran up and down to complete the admission procedure, and my mother was admitted to the hospital smoothly.
My mother also repeatedly told us not to tell my siblings about the hospitalization, because they are all at work, so don't delay their normal work.
By this time, my mother had fallen asleep. Looking back, my thoughts brought me back to my happy childhood. ...
At that time, we were still living in the countryside, and my father worked in other places, so it was rare to go home several times a year. My mother raised my brother and sister by herself.
In that era of lack of materials, my mother had to go to the fields to do farm work and cook for us. Sometimes late at night. When I woke up from my sleep, I saw my mother give us soles under the kerosene lamp. When we were in primary school, we wore clean clothes every day, which also attracted the admiration of our classmates.
In the year when the college entrance examination left home, my father's unit solved our family's rural to urban hukou, and my brother, sister and mother left that extremely happy hometown together and came to the bustling city.
Later, our brother and sister got married and had children, and my mother brought up grandchildren. My sister works in Guangzhou, and my mother often flies between the two cities, leading a twin-city life. She feels extremely happy with her grandchildren.
I grew up in the countryside. In my young mind, my mother's back is always tall. Although I didn't fully understand the hardships of my mother's life at that time, my mother always showed a happy smile and hearty laughter.
Looking back, I can't help but sigh the ups and downs of my journey over the years. Think again, every step forward is full of mother's care, trust and support. No matter what I taste on the road, as long as my mother is with me, I know I will never be lonely.
Today, my mother has lost her former grace. My mother is really old, and she is beginning to stumble. Every time I see her back, I feel sad. ...
May mother recover soon.
I haven't been home for two years, and I don't know the change of my mother. Although I usually have telephone contact, I can only hear voices. I have never met each other, and I don't know how my mother is doing alone.
It's embarrassing to say that my father died young and our brothers were brought up by our mothers. Now my mother always shows a sense of pride in front of people, because our two brothers have lived up to her old man's cultivation and settled in the city after graduating from college.
A few years ago, at the repeated request of our brothers, my mother barely entered the city. After living for a while, my mother clamored to go back to her hometown, saying that she was not used to city life and worried that the old house would be finished in a few years. She also said that she was in good health and needed no care. At her insistence, we sent her back to the countryside.
It has been two years, during which my brothers went back to visit my mother. I never went back because I was busy with worldly affairs. With the approach of May Day, I decided to go back and see my old mother who I haven't seen for a long time. ...
After getting off the highway and bumping all the way, you can see the familiar village entrance in shame …
Far from home, I got off the bus and quietly approached the gate to give my mother an unexpected surprise. ...
My mother is feeding the chickens and standing outside the yard. I didn't go in. I looked at my mother's busy back and her body, and suddenly my nose was sour and my tears were about to fall ... I haven't seen her for more than two years, and my lovely mother seems to have aged a lot ... Looking at her slow body, I suddenly regretted it. Why did it take so long to come back? ...
When I was a child, my mother, according to my father, was very capable and took the lead inside and outside. Dad works in the unit, and everything at home is done by mom. We are a family of three, and the family is not rich, but from the inside out, even if we wear patched clothes, it is clean, and the family is cleaned up by my mother, which is not as messy as ordinary farmers.
I remember that it was the third grade of primary school, Children's Day, and the school organized a performance. I was lucky to be chosen, but I hesitated for a long time. Should I go or not? Because the school stipulates that the performance must be white shirt and blue pants, bring your own. The trouble is that I don't have a white shirt, time is tight, and I know the conditions at home very well. On second thought, I told my mother that I didn't want to perform. I don't want to embarrass her by doing this. However, after listening to my reasons, Qiang Ma said, "Son, it's your pleasure to choose you. Don't worry about clothes. I promise you have a white shirt and I will never delay your performance. "
At that time, the cloth tickets were very nervous, and I didn't know what my mother would do. ...
The performance is coming soon. On the first night of the performance, my mother came up to me with a smile and a fairly new white shirt in her hand, and said to me, "Son, my mother said she wouldn't keep you ..."
A few years later, I learned that my mother changed my father's white shirt for my performance. ...
Just as I was immersed in the past, my mother turned around and saw me. She put down the chicken food and greeted me. ...
I walked quickly into the yard, strode to meet my mother and held her tightly in my arms. At the moment I hugged my mother, I obviously felt her thin body tremble slightly for a long time. ...
I want to walk into the house with my mother's hand, but I obviously feel her hand twitching slightly again ... "My hand is dirty ..."
My tears are about to fall, mom. Your words made my son feel ashamed ... I had to hold my mother's hand tightly and hug each other and walk into the room. ...
The home is still so refreshing, which is not much different from our childhood lifestyle. The difference is that my mother is much older and all the wrinkles on her face are Cang Sang. ...
Seeing that I didn't eat, my mother went to cook. ...
Time passed quickly, and a few days passed quickly. On the morning I left, my mother sent me all the way to the village. At my repeated insistence, my mother turned and walked back. However, at the moment when her old man turned around, I clearly saw a tear flashing in her eyes. ...
Mother didn't look back and looked at the back of her old man's house. I regret not coming home often. ...
Mother's Back Affection Prose When I was 4 years old, I saw my mother. The most beautiful thing in the world is my mother. She has long black hair and is very beautiful. Sometimes she helps my mother arrange her hair. My mother thinks I'm disobedient and naughty, and maybe it's not good to have long hair, so she asked her father to cut it short. Since then, mom has become a new image mom. My mother is from the countryside and works like my father. They will take me with them at work and play around them. What was there to play at that time? Just dig and play, fold some wild vegetables for fun, fold some weeds for fun, or pick up some pebbles and throw them in the past, so I get sleepy and sleep soundly on the floor with a bunch of children. It's strange to think of it now, but I can't get sick, so I still play when I wake up. When adults go home, I'm so sleepy that I don't walk a step and let my mother carry it. This is also the memory of my mother and me. I grew up on my mother's back day by day, and I didn't let my mother carry it at school.
I remember when I was a child, the production team often had meetings. When you've had enough fun, go to your mother. I walked into the meeting place, looked around the meeting place, looked behind, and I found my mother.
My mother's back is an umbrella and a house in my heart, warm in winter and cool in summer. As I grow up day by day, in my young mind, my mother is also an omnipotent person, carrying water and firewood. This is really a painful experience. Now that we have a child, we feel unsatisfactory. Two people and one child are busy except eating. This is not the painstaking efforts of grandparents. Think about the past, parents have paid much more for us than they do now. At that time, eating was the biggest problem in life. At that time, in order to support this family, my mother searched all the wild vegetables that could be eaten in the countryside. In order to make us eat well, we can say that we have exhausted the practice and ideas of coarse grains. What green vegetables, nutritious vegetables, wild vegetables and high-grade dishes are we eating in the hotel now? I ate it 30 years ago. In the past, my family was poor, and the meat I ate was pig's feet, pig's head and pig's water. I'm not surprised that these foods have become the most fashionable food after 30 years. I am in good health, and I probably ate environmentally-friendly food and wild vegetables without pollution. I once said to my mother, Mom, when can we stop eating? My mother said, "Our family is poor, so we don't eat anything here." Today, eating wild vegetables and pigs in the water is very elegant. In fact, I enjoyed this treatment 30 years ago.
In the past, people were poor and there was nothing taboo about being small. They are very happy. Their mother is in charge of everything, eating, drinking and sleeping, and they have to worry about themselves there. But now that they are rich, they still live on wild vegetables and live on pigs. Sometimes they find it funny. At that time, people were poor to eat this, but now they have money. This is the same, which proves that I have stepped into the modernization of the times 30 years ago.
Now I go home to visit my mother every year, and the image of my mother remains unchanged in the hearts of my sons, as if it were solidified. Going home to visit my mother is actually a trouble for my mother. As soon as the phone came home, my mother began to prepare until we got home. It can be said that I kept cooking all kinds of dishes for a minute. It can be said that going home is to visit my mother, not to enjoy a few days of leisure. As long as I say there is something delicious, my mother will make it and go shopping. At this time, I will. My mother's back suddenly made me burst into tears. Why does my mother's hair turn white? How did the days pass so quickly? I am in my fifties. How old is my grandson? Think about my past. I'm only three or four years old and my mother is only thirty. I am in my thirties today. Can mom be any younger?
Looking at my mother's back, my hair is as white as before, and my walking seems to be much more stable, not as fast as in the past. In the past, I had no wings. Like a bird, when my wings grow up and my feathers are full, I fly away. Mothers have a hard life. When children are young, I hope that children will grow up and fly away when they are really old. I miss them every day, and my hair is not white.
Now I'm on a business trip for a few days and can't sleep. That feeling can only be felt by parents. It was not easy when our parents pulled us up from one foot and five inches. I am hungry, full, eaten and hot, which affects my parents' hearts all the time. When the son is older, the true feelings of his parents remain the same. It's just that my children don't think about their parents and feel out of bondage. No one is bound. Parents don't cry in the face of difficulties, but they can bear the pain in the face of blows. When their children fly away one by one, they hope to live a quiet and undisturbed life one day. When birds fly away, leaving only their parents, they will cry every night, lose sleep and miss every day. I don't think it's meaningful to live. Isn't it just for the children? A nest of children like birds, fighting all day, sleeping beside their parents and sleeping soundly.
When my mother was most proud, that is, when my grandson kissed her face, my mother smiled like a flower in spring. My mother couldn't sleep when we left the house. Prepare some of these things, prepare some of those things, and say that this is for my grandson. That specialty is my daughter-in-law's favorite, and I like it. If you don't take it, my mother may cry, but what shall we give my mother? Calling a mother thousands of miles away from this mouth is also a hasty response. As far as parents are concerned, it is filial for their son to call.
Maybe I have to leave home early. When the family doesn't leave, my mother keeps cooking, eating breakfast, preparing lunch, just eating at noon, preparing the seasoning for dinner, eating dinner, and thinking about what to eat for the children tomorrow morning. The whole yard is always listening to mother's footsteps and her back, always afraid that she didn't give us a good meal and always felt that she owed us something. In fact, what we really ignore is the visit and filial piety to our parents. If we look at our mother's back like a mountain ridge in the sunset, we will know that we have made efforts for our children.
My mother's background and affection essay 5 recently participated in a high-standard meeting in the province, which felt as relaxed as heaven: I abandoned trivial work, housework and children that I needed to take care of, left my spoiled husband in front of me, and forgot the heavy load of "people reaching middle age" ... Every day when I got up to eat, I was reminded by enthusiastic service staff in time. There is no rigid content and task in the meeting. After the meeting, we will go shopping in the brand women's wear area and go to the park.
On the way back, I received a phone call from my 10-year-old son: "Mom, when will you go home?" Dad and I will wait for you to come back for dinner. " Suddenly I feel a kind of pressure: I am faced with the problem of dealing with the official business accumulated at work as soon as possible, checking my son's homework to be aware of it, and sorting out the housework. ...
Near the county seat, the phone that my mother missed came: "Little Three, are you at home?" I said it was safe, and my mother didn't leave a phone number. She just said to herself, "Peace is good, peace is good!" " I was shocked, and an old adage "A child travels a thousand miles to worry" came to my mind. To be honest, when I left home, I didn't think of my parents. When I heard my mother's words, I was very distressed: I lived in a star-rated hotel, ate big fish and meat, and spent my little savings like water. At this moment, my old mother in China is still worrying about my safety, and she is also suffering from the hardships of life for me. Not only did I not bring her pride and dignity, but even her face never appeared in my mind!
Thinking of normal times, my mother always calls me every weekend to ask if I have a church break. In fact, she wants her daughter to go home often and chat around her, and even if I can go back, I often sleep in her bed early because of physical exhaustion! Think about it, I am hiding under my mother's wing with an adult's weak mentality, and I should pass on the burden of life to my mother to relieve the depression brought by my working life, but I have never thought about my mother's feelings-she is a woman with strong appearance and fragile heart, and suffered from the loss of her son in her later years.
I called my husband and told him that I wanted to go home and see my parents first. "
Along the way, I always feel that my parents have been living in the big abandoned house in my hometown. Even on some special days, our care and greetings can arrive in time. When children are busy with their own affairs, they still have to bear the dribs and drabs of life alone. How much loneliness and loneliness there is, how much unspeakable mental pain there is. Besides, our mother is worried about our leisure life every day!
At 22: 00 in the evening, we arrived at my mother's residence, and she greeted us with surprise. Then the vicissitudes of life immediately bloomed with exciting flowers, holding his son's hand and turning to the back room. I heard the joy, involuntary footsteps. Looking at her suddenly arched back and lonely back, my heart feels burning. I read that it was engraved with my mother's lonely and silent expectations and kind accusations against my daughter.
I don't know why, looking at my mother's back, I feel a special feeling in my heart. I don't want to live that fairyland life anymore. I want to enter my plain and authentic life track more quickly-I often go home to see my elderly parents, do housework without complaining, really pay attention to my children's growth, actively handle work affairs, and make a few side dishes in my spare time to let my mother enjoy the taste of giving back!
Looking at my mother's back, I want to say that there is a kind of feeling called responsibility, a kind of dullness called authenticity, a kind of happiness called sadness, and a kind of commitment called caring. Maybe I will have it because of my experience, understand it because I have it, and cherish it more because I know it.
Looking at my mother's back, I appreciate the feeling that my mother won't talk and can't hide. I let tears roll down my eyes to nourish this feeling to the extreme. When I leave my mother, I will taste her coming back bit by bit!
Mother's Back Affection Prose 6 The car started, and I poked my head out of the window to look for my mother in the crowd. The winter sun shone on her thin body, and she still stood looking at my direction, her eyes full of concern and love. At that moment, my eyes were moist, and I felt deeply guilty when I thought of my mother's care for me over the years. ...
My mother is a typical rural woman. I don't know a few words, but I am a reasonable, kind and simple person. Since childhood, she has attached great importance to the study of our brothers and sisters. She always said, "I just suffer from illiteracy." You must live up to your expectations. " But I failed to live up to her expectations and didn't go to college.
Memories of my growing up: I studied English as a child, my sick mother protected me, reminded me before going to school, and accompanied me to study late at night; After work, whenever the weather turns cold, call me to remind me to put on more clothes and pay attention to my health. This is my mother, who sheltered me from the wind and rain with generous and selfless love.
As the saying goes, the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring. But many times, we will remember the goodness of others, but turn a blind eye to selfless maternal love. It's not that we don't know how to repay, nor that we don't know how to be grateful, but that we lost ourselves under the aura of maternal love.
CCTV once broadcast a public service advertisement: A five-or six-year-old boy saw his mother washing his grandmother's feet, so he imitated his mother. Seeing this picture, I felt a little emotional. A child of five or six knows how to be grateful, but we adults often ignore it.
Mother has worked hard all her life to raise us, but we always use busy work as an excuse to avoid going home and listening to her "nagging". But my mother never blamed us, but tolerated our ignorance with her broad and selfless mind.
Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "But how much love an inch of grass brings three rays of spring", which not only shows that he is childlike, but also shows how many children in the world can't repay their mother's love. Now, I want to say to my mother: "Mom, I am very happy every day because of your concern for me;" I have a happy life because of your love; Because you are by my side, I have a warm embrace to snuggle up to when I am confused.
Now every time I go home, the hair on my mother's sideburns turns gray with the years. Every time I see it, it always hurts my heart deeply. Standing in the cold wind at the entrance to the village, my mother's back always appears in front of me.