Her birth is also a mystery, where did she come from? Where was it going? Her hurried journey is to meet with whom, who is the father of the child in her womb, what kind of story is this, as long as she is not awake, there will be no way to know, and moreover, no one knows, before the accident, he days are happy or sad.
The days passed in her coma, and finally one day she was wheeled into the delivery room, and then the doctor proudly announced that the five-kilogram baby boy was healthy! The nurses brought the baby over to her, they felt that even though the mother was a vegetable, they should let the mother and child meet, as the baby instinctively sucked on the breast, the mother's face showed all kinds of impulses, and her chest was surprisingly milky and wet! The milk was secreting little by little. After that, whenever the nurse lady brought the baby over to breastfeed him, this expression of overflowing happiness appeared on her face, and sometimes a murmur came out of her mouth as if she were a happy mother singing to her own child.
Three months later, and again in turn, the child was well fed, and she finally left the world in peace and tranquility. When she was admitted to the hospital, she weighed one hundred and twenty-one pounds, eighty-six pounds after delivery, and only sixty-three pounds before her death, and she was using her own flesh and blood to conceive and feed this child! Originally, she could have left after giving birth to the child, but fearing that the child would be alone, she insisted on accompanying him on the road of life for a while. Later, we bought her an affordable cemetery, without her name or her biography, a simple tombstone with only one line of text: a woman who shone with the light of motherly love!
Is there a beautiful language that can say everything about a mother's love? I don't think so.
Is there a magical scale that can measure a mother's love? I don't think so.
I read a newspaper story about a massive mudslide on a night in June last year that destroyed four villages in Meigu County, Sichuan Province, and devoured more than a hundred and fifty lives in a flash. A young mother, despite the fact that her thighs had been crushed by the rocks, held her baby, who was only a few years old, aloft with both hands in the waist-deep mudslide, and stood up with great difficulty for more than four hours. She held on until early morning, waiting for people to come to her rescue, and the baby turned out to be unharmed!
When I read this report, hot tears streamed down my cheeks. In the blur of tears, there seemed to be a statue of our mother surrounded by divine light standing in front of us! The light that surrounds her is the light of Mother China's motherhood!
I once read an article in the "Reader" magazine: in the Nanjing "7.31" crash, almost all passengers on the plane died, but a baby girl named Dani was miraculously alive. It turned out that in the moment of the plane crash, Danni mother Gong Hongmei tightly embrace the child in his arms, with his own body to block the rocks and foreign objects and flames, Gong Hongmei with their own death in exchange for the life of the little Danni. The mother held her daughter so tightly that rescuers had to work hard to get Dani out.
I read this article a few years ago, when I was still an elementary school student, but I will never forget the shock this article caused in my mind! With tears in my eyes, I pondered a question that did not fit my age: what is mother's love? It seems that from this moment on, I have found the answer.
One day, my brother copied me a small poem entitled "A Bowl of Rice with Oil and Salt": The day before yesterday/I came home from school/with a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot. Yesterday/I came home from school/without a bowl of oil and salt in the pot. /Today/ I came home from school/ with a bowl of rice fried in oil and salt/ and put it on my mom's grave.
I was still in a state of ignorance when my eyes scanned this little poem. The second time I read this little poem carefully, tears streamed down my face. For the sake of such a mother who had to prepare a bowl of rice with oil and salt for her child in the last hours of her life, for the sake of such a mother who did her best to give her child warmth and love in the midst of poverty and misery. Through the bitter wind and rain, I seem to see that in millions of poor villages, there are millions of such poor but great mothers!
Like many of my classmates, I grew up under the care of my mother. Perhaps because I have too much, but a little less experience the preciousness of mother's love. Until my mother left me to go to a distant place to work, until I left my hometown to study in vocational high school, so that I have a long time with my parents apart. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate's female companion gathering happily with her mother who came to visit, I had to hide quietly to the side.
A mother's love is the greatest in the world.
The transmission of mother's love
There is a kind of love in the world that is more precious and greater than anything else. It is ordinary but sincere. The book "Sense of Mother's Love" tells 118 touching true stories in beautiful and vivid language, making millions of readers realize the true meaning of mother's love.
Today, I reread the article "Crazy Mother" and couldn't help but burst into tears once again. This tear-jerking story once again moved me: mother is crazy, tattered clothes, dull eyes, disheveled hair interspersed with a few weeds, this look is not only by other people's cold eyes, ridicule and discrimination, even their own children look down on her. But the mother even in order to pick the wild fruit of the cliff country to the children and buried in the bottom of the valley. When I read that my mother was lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, her blood-stained clothes, clutching a wild fruit in her hand, my heart trembled violently, and tears came to my eyes and quietly slid across my cheeks. I was y touched by the crazy mother's motherly love, and my admiration for the crazy mother was born. Even the crazy mother, but also to dedicate their own everything to their children, without complaint, this is not the most selfless, the most pure, the most praiseworthy mother's love on earth?
In our side, mother's love everywhere: every morning is the mother to wake me up from my dreams, and is the mother for me to do a rich breakfast, when I write homework to the depths of the night, is the mother quietly brought a cup of hot milk. Every winter, it is my mother in the cold water for me to wash clothes, with rough hands for me to weave a warm sweater ...... and now, he is also a three-year-old child's mother, but also a countless parents rest assured that I education of children's teachers, I carry the hopes of a parent to the child's, the responsibility is not more than teaching teaching as simple as that? In front of me every student, are snuggled in the arms of parents pampered children, are the jewel of their parents, their growth at all times touching the hearts of parents, their hope will be ignited under the teacher's devoted teaching. Everyone says that teachers are the most glorious profession under the sun. Yes, we are given a pure, kind heart, but when we look back on our education, we are really with the heart in caring for each student? We also act as a mother's role, we are really a mother's love in conveying the true meaning of life? When I think of how I treated my special students in the past, I really feel guilty. There was a hyperactive child named Huang Yuyang in our class. Every time he attended English class, he either interrupted randomly or made small movements, always had some toys of unknown origin by his side, and he always loved to "share" with others in class, and walked around randomly. A class had to let you stop several times, seriously disrupting the classroom order. Homework is never completed independently, the collection of his homework than the sky is more difficult, unless caught in the office in order to be exempted from the strong "copy" finished, at home are in the mother's patience to cope with the grass, and sometimes do not tutor, but also call to ask other students, after all, mom knows English is also limited to hand in the homework is still full of loopholes. Since the second half of the third grade after contact with him, he coaxed, lied to him, scolded, but not long after the same old thing. Bringing his parents in only deepened her parents' hurt. I finally did not care to revise his homework, I did not care about him in and out of class, I lost all confidence in him, and I can say that I have given up. However, let me feel extraordinary is his mother, every day you can see her as always to send her son into the school gate, all the way along the way to tell the nagging that has been repeated I do not know how many times, has been sent to the son to the stairway, but also did not forget to care for his son again, "read well, homework, listen to the teacher's," and so on, until his son flew Generally disappeared, she only took her eyes back ...... also teach children, as a mother, can see a bright future in the child, while as a teacher, I imposed the gray side of the child. Looking back on it all, what a failure I was, the brightly colored flowers were so mercilessly destroyed by me! I am ashamed, yet what saved me was that ordinary, sincere mother's love.
Mother's love is everywhere, everywhere, even in the darkest corners, mother's love also radiates the most dazzling colors. Let us all turn the mother's love into the power of teacher's love, so that our students can enjoy the same piece of sunshine.