In the third grade of primary school, I dropped out of school for three months because of pneumonia. If cough is a single and painful melody, it will never stop in my room. Ten capsules gargle as usual, and my mother's expression when she looks at me taking medicine is a manifestation of inner pain. At this time, I joked: "Small mouth and big voice, ten drugs at a time!" "But the mother's face is still gloomy.
In fact, a month after the onset, my temperature has been hovering between 39 and 40 degrees, which has deprived me of my hope of recovery. Occasionally set a new high of 4 1.5 degrees, which gradually became a pleasure during my illness. The madness and nightmare caused by high fever, abdominal pain and dizziness caused by dry cough make the mother's body and mind gaunt and eroded together.
Until one day, I stayed up for a long time, went to the toilet and found several envelopes covered with stamps in the basin. My mother explained to me that this is the stamp on it. As for the reason, my mother smiled mysteriously and said "folk prescription".
At eight o'clock in the evening, it's time for me to go to bed. I saw my mother kneeling by my bed through my sleepy eyes, burning the collected stamps with a small plate. This surprised me, because I have always liked collecting stamps. I woke up and listened to my mother calling my name gently, so I replied brightly. At this time, the mother said in surprise, "What? You didn't sleep? You have to be half asleep, and I'll call you again before you agree. Only in this way can it be effective, and burned stamps can also cure cough. " I feel funny in my heart: do you believe such an absurd prescription? He fell asleep.
Not long after, another phone call came into my ears, and the voice full of worry and hope woke me up suddenly. I feel my mother's absurd behavior, my mother's good intentions and my mother's purest love for me. The hope of pursuing health in my heart burns with those stamps. Let me immerse myself in the long and gentle call from the fire at this moment, and immerse myself in the time full of renewed hope. ...
"Hey, hey, son, wake up!" It was my mother's nostalgic and familiar voice that pulled me out of my memory. Seeing my mother's aging face, the scene of burning stamps to relieve cough seemed just now. Tears connecting the soul overflow from your eyes, find a sleepy reason to cover your face. Immersed in my heart and this moment ...
My mother lit the most commendable hope in my heart, and my mother deserves my gratitude for a lifetime.