After reading many articles about maternal love, I often shed a few tears full of affection. Tears are bitter and salty. I am a strong boy, and I won't cry easily until I am sad. Men will not cry easily, but when it comes to touching maternal love, I can't help myself. Tears are sad and touching. Of course, I shed tears of emotion.
Maternal love is a heavy topic, so heavy that I dare not write easily. It's not that my writing is not good enough. I'm just afraid that painting a tiger won't turn into a dog, and I'll desecrate the great maternal love and end up with a ridiculous end. My mother is also a traditional China woman, an ordinary good mother in the traditional sense of China, and her image can also be found in many articles. Yes, all mothers in the world are the same, and maternal love in the world is universal.
I remember the first time I heard the host read ugly mother on the radio, and I stayed up all night. The host's reading is very emotional and her voice is good, but what really touched me was the ugly mother in the story. I wonder if ugly mom is a real person in life. She's amazing. If it doesn't exist, then why does the author portray it so vividly as if she really exists in this world? If not, then I should admire the author's skill. He (writes) the ugly mother who is alive. The ugly mother has lived a humiliating life for her daughter's happiness for more than 20 years, just because she lost her lover and even the most important appearance of a woman in that fire. The ugly mother endured the pain of losing her husband and gave birth to a lovely but poor girl. It is said that the child is pitiful because the child was reluctantly given to others by the ugly mother, but he stayed near the village and silently watched his daughter grow up. Ugly mother is really ugly, but the love of ugly mother is the greatest. After seeing her daughter's happy marriage, the ugly mother finally left her daughter forever. The ugly mother left happily, although she was tortured, left out in the cold and laughed at.
Mom, who do you live for? This problem has been bothering me for a long time. For yourself, but why so selfless; Why are you so "bear" for the sake of children? When children grow up, mothers always choose to leave their children's world silently. They don't want too much in return, as long as their children often come back to see their white-haired self. Children want their mothers to be well, but mothers always have only children in their hearts. They would rather torture themselves mentally in life and let their children bear deep guilt. What a heart. These and so on are actually for children, and mothers live entirely for women.
Motherly love is sometimes difficult to understand.
I read an article about maternal love in a magazine the other day. Although the author's description is not very good, I read it anyway. When the child was young, he broke the forehead of the son of the coffin shop owner. For the sake of the children, the mother would rather agree to unreasonable demands and work in the coffin shop for one year for free to repay the fifty taels of compensation proposed by the coffin shop owner. The cruel coffin shop owner is a cruel character, who asked his mother to do the heaviest and most tiring work in those days. Mother spent a year without complaining, but her health collapsed. The child has grown up, but the mother's health is getting worse every day. In the Qingming Festival, adult children repay their mothers with a kind of meat incense that is almost self-mutilation, hoping to alleviate their mothers' pain by hanging meat incense. I didn't expect the child's meat smell to become a death warrant. How could the mother put up with this way of repaying her children, so she hanged herself. Mom, mom, why not give the child a chance to repay and let the child bear deeper guilt? Great mother, great maternal love, you have the heart to suffer so much for your child's hand, but you don't want your child to suffer more for you.
Mothers always prefer to suffer more and make their children live better. The happiness of a child is the greatest happiness that a mother thinks of herself. Think of my mother, she has done so much for me, but I always fail to live up to expectations and often break her heart, but she is still so selfless.
There is a saying that raising children to prevent old age. Is it true?/You don't say. I think this sentence must come from a great mother who is looking for a reasonable excuse for her love. Look at the mothers now, how simple their requirements for their children are. Don't send more money home, just go home often. Mother is always self-reliant. They don't want to be a burden. As the old saying goes, there are three kinds of unfilial. It seems that mothers are always most concerned about their children's happiness and always put themselves behind.
Children's birthdays are also mothers' mother's days, but how many people will thank their mothers and celebrate each child's birthday for themselves. Many mothers never seem to have the concept of Mother's Day. In their view, this is a proud day. On this day, they are more immersed in cheering for their children. Maybe a mother's natural mission is to create a recipient who can accept her love. They think that children are a gift from heaven. Don't you see those mothers regret not having their own children? Didn't you read the article that most adopted children are great mothers? I don't know when, young hearts are always eager for independence. How many times, I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, open up a thorny road alone, and sharpen my wings in the wind and rain.
Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging.
The tall teaching building, the carefree canteen, the crowded supermarket and the strange faces all make me novel and excited. However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart. Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure.
Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn. The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing along with the gap.
I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother. ......
I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Early times ......
Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.
"Bell-"The bell interrupted my thoughts. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Mom, it's me." I whispered.
"* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not. It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes. Are you used to eating? ......"
"Well, everything is fine ..." I said and cried.
Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly.
On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful. I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite.
Mother is a thread tied to my heart. The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be.