Mother's love is as heavy as a mountain
Since I jumped out of my mother's womb and came into this world 19 years ago, I have never left my mother. Maybe she is my mother in name, but in fact she is more like a sister than a sister. When she is happy, she can share happiness with me in a cheerful mood; when she is sad, she will sit quietly in front of me and comfort me softly; when she is troubled, she can tell me the happy things she knows; when she encounters difficulties , she would patiently advise me and teach me how to solve difficulties...
The grace of giving birth will never be forgotten
I remember that when I was very young, my grandma told me such a story "Story": Many years ago, a young woman had difficulty in giving birth to her child. At that time, technology was not developed, and adults and children could only keep one. When the doctor told the young woman the news, she said firmly: "I want to keep my child." "But, you are still so young, you will still have a chance in the future..." The doctor seemed to want to say something else, "No, I want this child to live in this world." Hearing these words, all the doctors and neglecters had wet eyes. They were tears shed for this great mother, for her greatness, for her The extraordinary tears shed. Perhaps her firm belief moved God, and the mother and daughter walked out of the operating room safely. When neglecting to hold the child to the young woman with reverence, the great mother smiled proudly. Yes, that newborn baby girl is me, and that great woman is my mother. It was her decision that brought me into this world; it was her unwavering New Year that touched everyone's heart; it was her meticulous care for me that allowed me to live healthily; it was she who gave everything for me. She did everything without expecting anything in return; it was her...
Mom, my first life was given to me by you, and it was you who made me grow up carefree.
The grace of rebirth will never be forgotten
It was a cold winter in December 1999. The north wind was blowing hard, blowing off the leaves one by one like lingering clouds. The rustling of leaves, accompanied by the whistling of the north wind, sounded particularly cold. But the lights in one house have not been extinguished yet. In the dark sky, the light became a dazzling spot, and even Yue'er quietly lowered her head to find out. I saw a little girl tossing and turning on the bed. Her quilt was already very thick, but beads of cold sweat were dripping from her face. Her mother, sitting next to her, used a hot towel to wipe her sweat from time to time. Suddenly, her mother picked her up and walked to the hospital one kilometer away. When the doctor finished the examination, he told her: "If this child survives tonight, she will be saved." The mother was shocked, but she calmed down immediately, knowing that she must not collapse. Looking at her daughter's gray face, tears streaked down her face quickly, splashing on the ground and stirring up small flowers. On this night, she sat in front of her daughter's hospital bed, sometimes stroking her daughter's hair, sometimes whispering, and sometimes looking at her daughter. She understood that her daughter might not have a tomorrow... and she didn't dare to think about it anymore. She sat quietly by herself, letting tears crisscross her face. She just hoped that before the morning light came, her daughter could sit up and talk to her; lose her temper with her; joke with her...
1 o'clock... 2 o'clock... 3 o'clock! She was afraid, she was afraid that she would lose her daughter in the blink of an eye. She came to the window and forgot about the distant sky. He slowly knelt down and made a wish, hoping that her daughter would be healthy and spend the night safely. At this moment, a meteor streaked across the sky, emitting a dazzling light. She was confused, she didn't know what to do! Suddenly, she seemed to remember some personal virtue, and ran towards the mountain like flying. She remembered that there was an article describing her daughter's condition in a folk prescription.
6 o'clock... 7 o'clock...! She held her breath and reached out to test her daughter's breathing. Thank God, her daughter survived! ...She flew to the doctor with great joy.
Yes! She is my mother! I'm the girl who got pancreatitis! It was she who made me succeed in the moment of life and death! Mother! It was you who selflessly gave me two lives! It is your love for me that keeps me alive! Thank you! Mom! !