Maternal love

Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like a treasure, throwing into their mother’s arms and enjoying happiness —– inscription every time when hearing this song, they will sing softly with the melody, when singing to the emotional place, there will always be some liquid wet the eyes. Mom, the best name in the world, has given us great love and selfless dedication. Mother’s love is the soft wind, which brings us coolness when we are upset. Mother is the only one in the world when we are mad, let us roar at her, I was angry at her, and still kept loving our people. First of all, the greatness of maternal love is tolerance, which embraces our temper and ignorance of innocence. It also embraces our willfulness and unreasonable behavior. For many times, it was obviously that we deliberately made mother angry, but mother still wanted to coax us. When eating, she put the dishes she was reluctant to eat into our bowl, and when peeling fruits, what was handed to us was always the biggest and the most sweet, but she always ate half of the broken one. Mother is a person who plants trees. We are the saplings she planted. She not only cares for our growth, but also straightens us in the wind and rain and waters us in the sun, we also need to remove the branches and forks that grow up on us, get rid of our bad habits and make us grow up healthily. When we were able to stand upright in the world, it took our mother too much effort. My mother was just a thin woman, but she shouldered the burden of life for her children. One side bears the joys and sorrows of children, and the other side bears the tomorrow of life. When the cold came and went, the heavy burden on my mother’s shoulder slightly bent her waist, but my mother refused to unload a little bit, always saying: I am still young and capable, doing the work, you can also exercise, and you have to exercise if you save money. When you can’t do it, I can’t do it even if you let me do it. Then I will have a rest. When spring comes and autumn comes, years leave frost flowers on Mother’s ear temples, and annual rings drive out imprints on mother’s face. However, my mother’s energy was not less than that in those years. She still did all the housework and cleaned up the family and the outside. In the family, as long as it is within mother’s ability, mother will only let us see the fruits of her labor, but not let us participate in her labor process. Year after year, my mother was stubborn, busy, happy, working hard inside and outside. Mother’s love is caring, exhorting, and the earnest exhortation. When we were young, we were fond of playing. When it was dark, mother’s concern was the call in the smoke. Maybe we were so naughty that we didn’t understand how anxious and concerned our mother was in the call. When we pretended not to hear it until it was dark, what I saw when I got home was that the anxiety on my mother’s face changed into a smiling face. The anxious mother would scold us a few times, but the scold was full of tenderness and care, after many years, we have children, we all feel the feeling of hating iron and steel. On our way to and from school, there is always the figure of mother looking out, rain or rain. Those eyes looking out at the door of the house, watching us go to school, watching us go to school, in the spring, summer, autumn and winter when we are growing up, have never changed. When we left home and went out to work, this pair of observation eyes still remained unchanged. We turned around the mountains and rivers and went through the misty rain of the world of mortals. No matter where we were, our mother’s eyes never left us. When the season changes, the call in advance is a reminder of concern. Whenever there is a virus infection and the cold is rampant, that sentence of anxious inquiry is my mother’s thinking through time and space. Mother’s Love follows us on the ends of the Earth, and mother’s love accompanies us through the spring, autumn, winter and summer of life. Mother’s love is to warm the sun and burn her own life in order to drive away our cold. No matter how thin and cold the world is, how cold we are to do, as long as we go home, I will always see my mother’s concerned eyes. When we were holding our salary cards, mother was still worried about whether we had enough money outside. Every time we went home, she would put some money she saved by frugality into our pockets, he also kept telling me: it’s easy to do things at home if you are rich in poverty. You must not lack money outside. Eat well and take good care of yourself. Don’t be a parent, don’t know their parents’ hardship, their children don’t travel far, don’t know their parents’ feeling of worry. After having a daughter, I had a deep understanding of the hardship of being a mother and the feeling of worrying about it. When I saw my daughter grow up little by little from the baby, I was afraid that she would be cold, hot, hungry and supported. That careful care was a sweet worry, it is the happiness mixed with fear and happiness. Watch her babbling, watch her step by step out of the door and watched her 1.1 point sensible, every day immersed in a to make Mother’s joy, but also felt mother of that soft mood. Once my daughter had a high fever, I gave her an injection in my arms and fed her to take medicine. I didn’t leave her for a minute and didn’t close my eyes for three days and nights. At that moment, I deeply realized what a child is my mother’s heart; at that moment, I was anxious to take all the disasters of my child to myself. As long as the child can grow up healthily, even if it is exchanged with my health, then I am willing. I am willing to exchange my life for the safety of my child’s life. When the child grows up, he will feel his mother’s concern more and more. That concern can not be relieved by a single instruction. Before going out to school, he will repeat the instruction of only a few words every day, once in a while, the concern will add a little bit. After school, I hold my arms every day and ask similar questions, fearing that my child will be wronged and that he will do something wrong, that deep concern is the yearning that every mother can never put down. Children are always mother’s sweet care. There is no age limit and no difference in social status. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the rotating annual rings can never smooth mother’s heart that fluctuates because of care. Mother is often forgotten by us in a lonely corner. The bar is full of wine and the KTV is full of crazy songs and dances. We are killing time with craziness, mother is worrying about our cold and warm. We spend a lot of money to fill the empty soul, while mother is saving food and clothing to supplement our family. A kilo of rice and a pack of salt, we can buy it for three or five years after reducing one social engagement, but my mother is saving it, making the rice VAT in our family never bottom out, I still wore the faded sweater for more than ten years, saying it was a pity that I lost it, but actually I felt distressed to spend dozens of yuan. Be kind to your parents, cook a meal for them while their parents are still alive, pass a cup of tea, bring a basin of foot washing water, and live a happy old age with the old with simple companionship. Text: Falling red dust laughing like smoke QQ:1483563655 praise (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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