Growing up, my mother said to me that crying is a sign of weakness, and taught me not to be too delicate, I am now gradually removed the "little Lin Daiyu" this hat, but I found that my mother did not know when she became so much as to cry, and often shed tears like a small child.
One sentence, became the mother's tear bomb
A wound, let the mother tears
I was four and a half years old, the first time I walked into the practice room, the first time I tasted the pain of the legs, pulling the belt to the pain of a class down to the crying and begging mother: "only dance, do not practise, good? " My mother solemnly told me that in order to dance beautifully, I had to practice the basic skills. For the sake of my beloved dance, in the past five years, I have always remembered my mother's words and never shed a tear no matter how hard or tired I was. One night, I was practicing the kneeling turn under the teacher's guidance, and my knees hit the floor with a thud, which hurt a lot! When I got home, I walked with a limp. Mom saw, hastily pulled up my pants leg, see my knee has a large bruise, ate a shock. She hurriedly applied Yunnan Baiyao aerosol to me. Mom carefully sprayed the aerosol on my leg, "Does it hurt here? Does it hurt there?" I purposely nodded my head vigorously: "Uh, uh, it hurts, it hurts!" My mom was so nervous that she complained that she didn't bring a knee brace for me, and at the same time she was "popping, popping" her tears, and the bright, hot tears that hit my injured knee were like my mom's loving kisses.
A success that made my mom's eyes blur with tears
Last Friday, I told my mom that I was going to participate in an English storytelling contest the next day. Mom was so nervous that she didn't dare to sleep all night, and when she finally fell asleep at dawn, she woke up to see that it was already 7:40, only twenty minutes before the competition time. Mom quickly woke me up, jumped out of bed, helped me put on the clothes I chose yesterday, rode the car and rushed to Zhengtie Sixth Middle School, usually half an hour's journey, she only used a short ten minutes that day. When I came out, I could see from afar that my mom was standing in front of the gate, standing on her tiptoes, stretching her neck to look at the school. When she saw me coming, she hurriedly took my hand and asked me if I was nervous. Did I forget my words? Did I have any expression? When she heard the news that I had passed with flying colors, she gently patted the back of my head, turned away, and raised her arm to rub her eyes, knowing that one of my small successes would make my mother's eyes blur with tears.
A blog post that makes mom sob
Mom is a cool reader, whether it's the childhood of the suffering Gorky, Helen Keller, who struggled to forge ahead in the darkness, or a short post by a fellow blogger that will bring tears to mom's eyes. One day I came home from school and saw my mom sitting in front of the computer, reading a blog post while huffing and puffing. I rushed over and asked my mom if she was sick or being bullied by someone. Mom did not say anything, just pointed to the computer with a finger, I saw my mother is reading the "little fish" mom "blog post -" my mother ", looking at this article between the lines are flowing with love and touching article, my eyes can not help but wet. I couldn't help but be moist. In the end, my mom and I put our hands together and sincerely prayed for my grandma's speedy recovery.
This is my mother, a mother who loves to shed tears, in my eyes, she is so lovely, because every tear of my mother hides love, kindness and touch.