Mother

Mother’s Day: The unforgettable miss in my heart Wu Xiande/Wen mother’s love is the greatest love, mother’s love is the purest love, and mother’s love is the purest love. Tears soaked through the two corners, recalling the childhood mother holding his hands, as if he was back to childhood, as if it was yesterday. No matter growing up, or getting married and having children, as long as the mother has a breath, the children will always be a little grown-up child in the mother’s eyes. Every time Mother’s Day comes, what makes me sad and pitiful is that I can’t see the kind and kind mother who brought up our brother and sister with all kinds of hardships in this special day like others, here, I can only say to my mother under Jiuquan, mother, every time this festival-Mother’s Day comes, your children will always care about you, for a moment, a moment, one day will never forget you, forever. Whenever this special day comes, whenever I think of my mother, tears flow under my cheek. There is a saying in China that we think twice during festivals. When festivals come, for me, a migrant worker who has been traveling outside for many years, this sentence will evoke my yearning for my relatives and mother’s kindness, and my children will never be able to repay it, this sentence will always be remembered in my heart. What makes me think more is: pitiful parents in the world, when parents are born from us, they work hard, shit, pee, and raise their children, he (she) what did you get? What are their pictures? The children they want grow up. What they want is that their children have ideals, rewards, ambitions, and what they want is definitely not returns. My father and mother are both great in my heart, but what I miss most is my mother, because my mother has a greater and deeper influence in my memory. Our brothers and sisters are in my mother’s tears, sweat in grown-up, let’s brother and sister always guilty of, mother bear bitter hardships, in our brother and sister a married, she without 1.1 drops return, she was gone, she went to the place she shouldn’t go, because when her mother left, she was only 55 years old. The only thing my mother left is that she is always engraved in the mind of our brothers and sisters. She is reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, wearing patch clothes for many years, and a figure that she will never forget. Every Spring Festival when I go back to my hometown, what I can never forget is to bring incense paper and firecrackers to my mother’s and father’s graves, kneeling there to express my filial piety to my mother and father under Jiuquan whenever I light incense paper and kneel in front of my mother’s grave, I will think of my mother’s scenes in the world, tears couldn’t help flowing out. I was born in a poor mountain village under Dabie Mountain. In the past, it was a place where people lived on their superiors for food and money for relief. There were many people and few lands. When I was 16 years old, the ruthless illness took away my father’s young life. From then on, the burden of the whole family fell on my mother, my younger brother, my younger sister and my family of five, it depends on my mother to earn work points in the production team to support. Every year, the production team gives us food. Three meals a day can only be eaten for half a year, and the rest is all provided by the superior government. In order to save food, my mother often made the meal of five people into the meal of four people. Whenever I argued with my younger brother and younger sister that the meal was not enough to eat, my mother distributed the meal in her bowl to my younger brother and sister, while my mother told us: I am not hungry. Looking back today, it is not that mother is not hungry, but that she is reluctant to eat rather than starve herself, in order not to let our brother and sister starve. What I can’t forget is that when I was in junior high school, in order to make me wear better, my mother no longer went to school barefoot on rainy days like when I was in primary school in the village, my mother took out the money of selling eggs to buy oil and salt, and went to the street to make me a good shirt and bought me a pair of leather sandals, while my mother wore clothes with patches and patches one by one, my mother had no time to make up for her work during the day, and she often sat under the dim kerosene lamp at night. Until later, my younger brother and sister, together with me, grew up one by one. My mother herself was reluctant to eat, drink and wear, and gave us something delicious, delicious and well-dressed. After the production responsibility system, in order to change the poverty of our family, my brother and I both went out to work to earn money. My mother took the farm work of the whole family by herself. No matter it was windy or rainy, my mother was never idle, spades and hoes on the back are working in the field. Every Spring Festival when we go back, we all know the hard work of my mother at home alone when we look at the food piled up in the House, but my mother has never cried in front of us. My mother told us that it was from lunar December to. She stood at the head of the village every day, looking forward to my younger brother and I coming home and family together safely like other young people who went out to work in the village until my younger brother and I, my younger sisters all got married, and my mother still cared about us as a group of children without adulthood. October, 1995 was the saddest and most unforgettable day for me. When I was working in Suzhou, I suddenly received a telegram from my younger brother that my mother died of illness from my hometown. At that time, I would never believe it, my mother who is in good health will suddenly die of illness. When I came home with Telegram and tears in my eyes, it was a mother lying on the floor who had stopped breathing and was waiting for me to go back to the coffin, my brother, my sister cried and told me that my mother was still calling your nickname when she was dying. My mother was collecting firewood on the mountain in order to let you come back to cook with firewood and carry firewood from the mountain, at night, I suddenly died of myocardial infarction and died of ineffective rescue. Hearing this, I couldn’t open my eyes to look at me even though I cried and called my mother. My mother left. She left when she pulled our brothers and sisters into adults and got married. She left when she didn’t expect a happy day. In my heart, my mother didn’t die of illness, but I was exhausted by overworking for our brother and sister, because since the day I remembered, my mother had never been idle for a day. My mother left, and what she left was the kindness that my brother and sister could never get. My mother’s kindness was as heavy as a mountain, my mother’s kindness was as endless as a river, and my mother’s kindness could never be counted and remembered. Besides, he was reluctant to eat and wear. He put on his clothes under the kerosene lamp and looked forward to him standing at the head of the village. There was also the memory and missing left in the hearts of his children forever. Today, I have grown up from a good guy in those years. My children have grown into me in those years. However, what I will always remember and cannot forget is that I failed to report my mother’s hard-working upbringing. Mother, do you know when festivals come? My son will think of you, and tears of sadness will hang on my whole cheek.

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