Don't forget the kindness of your parents.
When you sit in a bright classroom and listen to the teacher's lecture, when you sit at the dinner table and eat delicious food, have you ever thought about how much blood and sweat your parents have to pay to grow from a starving baby to you today? Have you ever thought that one day you will hug them back and forth with your own efforts? Our Chinese nation is known as the "state of etiquette", and the first etiquette is to honor parents. There is such a thing that a classmate is spoiled at home. Once, his mother forgot to cook because of illness. He was furious, and her mother was in tears and heartbroken. Students, how sad this mother was at that time! What did you get for your love for your son? Can you imagine that a person can love others even if he doesn't love his mother? What would the world be like without love? Old people live in the street and children are abandoned in the wilderness ... what a terrible thing it would be. People who have achieved something in ancient and modern times do not all have this noble character. Marshal Chen Yi, who made great contributions to the founding of New China, was very busy during his tenure as Foreign Minister, but he was able to take advantage of his overseas trip to visit his elderly mother and wash his trousers for his paralyzed mother. This noble virtue lies in him. He is a noble man. We should learn to honor and love our parents who work day and night from an early age, and extend this virtue to respect all teachers and be a moral person. Think about how many mothers are knitting sweaters for us under the lamp and how many fathers are running for their lives. Let's all care about our parents, honor them and write a love song for their elders!
The second article
Great maternal love
In the silent night, the north wind roared, and the moon shone its dim light on the earth in a simple hut, and there was still a ray of light shining.
Meng Jiao can't sleep in bed. He will leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him early tomorrow morning and go to Beijing to catch the exam. Thought of here, his eyes could not help but shed hot tears.
In the dim light, Meng Jiao saw her old mother sewing that shabby cotton-padded coat for him with rough hands, and her thick maternal love moistened his heart.
The north wind is still whistling, like a wolf howling. Mother was shivering with cold, and her fingers were stiff with cold, like red carrots. She put down her needle and thread, put her hands together on her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. Seeing this, Meng Jiao's tears poured out again. He really wants to rush up and hug her mother to keep her warm.
The relentless cold wind kept coming at the hut, and the lights swayed from side to side. The faint flame couldn't stand the cold wind and went out with a bang. Mother sighed and picked up the flint in the dark. Bang, the oil lamp went on, and mother continued to mend clothes. However, the relentless wind hit the hut again and again, and her mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to repair it.
Looking at her mother's back, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a little thing that happened in her childhood. One day, Mr. Wang offered to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was too poor to even care about life, let alone buy a book. He didn't tell his mother. But it still blew into my mother's ear like the wind. Soon, my mother took a brand-new book to Meng Jiao. It turns out that my mother pawned her only dowry.
Mother is still mending clothes under the oil lamp. Suddenly, my mother's brow wrinkled, and a drop of bright red blood oozed like a pearl. My mother put her hand on her mouth and sucked, and then continued to make up as if nothing had happened. See here, Meng Jiao's nose is sour, tears can't help anymore, like a spring water pouring down, wet the pillow.
The moon put away the last ray of sunshine and the sun rose. When I came to the yard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and reluctantly said, "Son, you must come back early!" "
Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again. Mother is like the sunshine in spring, shining on the tender grass. Her great love will accompany him through the storm, towards the distant.
Looking at the mother waving in the distance, a little poem flows in Meng Jiao's heart:
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
The third article
Motherly love has been praised for millions of times and years, but it can never stop, because it never stops.
When I was in primary school, my teacher left many compositions on the topic of maternal love. For me, I always finish it without pain. I don't have a deep feeling about its true meaning, that is to say, I am afraid and hated by my mother. Because my mother is strict with me.
I have hated my mother's harshness for countless times. Although I don't have the courage to yell at her, I often slack off and do things my mother doesn't allow me to do, but I don't let her know. Therefore, my academic performance has been mediocre, my life has been so-so, and my mother has broken her heart.
From junior high school, with the growth of age, I began to understand that my mother's strictness is also a kind of love. This kind of love sometimes seems cruel and inhuman, but it gives me endless motivation and makes enviable achievements in my study.
Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I shouted to play computer games. My mother was so entangled in me that she had to say, "Take out your homework and let me check it. If you do well, you can play computer games. " Although I can't play computer right away, my hope of playing computer is still there, because I have already finished all my homework. I piled all my homework on the table at lightning speed. "Mom, I have finished my homework. Can I play?" I shouted. "Did you do your homework carefully? Can you do math problems? " Mom asked with a grain of salt. "It's a piece of cake, it's a piece of cake …" I haven't finished writing yet, only to find that my mother's face is getting gloomy: "Look at the math problem you did, the handwriting is sloppy, the steps are incomplete, and there are so many mistakes …" My mother said that she mistyped the number, and the more she mistyped it, the more angry she became. Finally, she tore up my math homework. "Redo!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I dare not say another word, but silently say to myself, "Dear computer, I'm going to kiss you goodbye." Although I am extremely unhappy, I know my mother is doing it for my own good. So, I did my math homework again carefully, and my mother talked in detail about the problems I couldn't do. In the next day's math class, we had a math test. I feel very calm and calm during the exam. When most students around me are scratching their heads, I have carefully checked the test paper. The next day, as I expected, in the envious eyes of the whole class and their warm applause, I got my perfect score paper back as I wished. That feeling is simply "great!"
My mother is very strict with me, not only in my studies, but also in every aspect of my life. My mother is very demanding of me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth and clean my room ... I should do it well. A little slack will be criticized by my mother, and sometimes I will suffer from some flesh and blood. Although I didn't understand it at that time, I still tried to do something that my peers couldn't do. Now I know that my mother wants me to take everything seriously. No matter what my reason is, I can't be careless.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Thank my mother for being strict with me. Your love will give me infinite strength to overcome any difficulties and guide me to move forward in my future study and life. Never give up the greatest love in the world is maternal love.
In retrospect, we grew from a tiny cell to a human form, and every blood vessel and every inch of bone depended on the irrigation and nourishment of our mother's blood.
For the sake of the baby's health and intelligence, the mother is very careful when sitting and lying. Because mother regards us as a part of her life, the fruit and extension of life.
For our normal development, she can overcome all desires and bear all pains. Day after day, I finally survived the torture of pregnancy in October, and what was waiting for my mother was the torture of childbirth. However, the first cry of the little life made the mother's extremely nervous and tired face bloom with a bright smile. It was the child's first call that brought her mother to a complicated and difficult world.
A mouthful of water, a mouthful of rice, a handful of excrement and a handful of urine. Teach us to speak word by word and help us learn to walk step by step. You and I, who just came to this world, may leave my mother's care and care at any time.
Mother is the best nurse when we are sick. Day and night, she waited carefully, observed her illness, was meticulous, sought medical advice, and was worried; My mother is the most patient teacher when we make mistakes. She inculcated and worked tirelessly, fearing that we would be influenced by secular, selfish and evil interests. Because we don't eat and talk, my mother is too lazy to talk and eats less. And every little progress we make will make my mother smile.
Think again, even if we are stupid, mother will never abandon us; No matter how ugly we are, we are as beautiful as a fairy in our mother's eyes. Even though we are not sensible, we have contradicted her and hurt her, but my mother's love for us remains unchanged.
No matter how much pain you caused her, she never complained. In the warm embrace of mother, our wings have hardened and our feathers have become plump. What greets us is a broad vision and a bright future. Waiting for my mother is sadness at parting and loneliness after parting. Which mother doesn't want her child to succeed, and which mother is willing to keep her child away from home. When we parted, my mother swallowed rolling tears, but what she gave us was a smiling reminder and instruction. Tears from fingers to heart can only be scattered in no one's place.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home. Son, in the package your mother gave you, in the letter your mother gave you, do you know how many heart-wrenching tears there are and how many beautiful blessings there are? Do you know how many sleepless nights and how many times my mother met you in her dreams because she missed you countless times?
Children, even if they travel all over Qian Shan, will never leave their mother's heart. You are like a kite. The farther you go, the tighter the long line tied to your mother's heart, and the higher your mother's heart hangs.
Son, you can take a closer look at your mother at the reunion, whether her eyes have lost their luster and whether her temples have added white hair.
Do you think she is your first teacher when you are in high spirits? It is maternal love that ignites your initial light of wisdom; When you are frustrated, have you ever thought that it is your mother's deep love that has healed the scars in your heart, made you regain the courage to move forward, and raised the sails of sailing? The journey of life is full of ups and downs. Motherly love sends us journey after journey until her hard work is exhausted and her kind eyes are closed forever.
There are thousands of mothers in Qian Qian in the world, but they have a common wish, that is, they want their children to be healthy, smart, kind and sincere; There are thousands of mothers in the world, but they all have one thing in common, that is, giving is rewarding and giving is free. The whole meaning of a mother is only two words, and that is dedication. No matter how filial a child is, he can't repay his mother's kindness. What we gave our mother was only a handful of dirt, but what she gave us was a mountain. What we gave our mother was a small river, and what she gave us was the sea of Wang Yang.
Mother is a book without words. She teaches us infinite love and how to give it. Mother is a silent song. She worked silently, composing wonderful music and spreading the true meaning of life. Mother nourishes the truth, goodness and beauty of the world and washes away the falsehood and ugliness of the world. Mother is an eternal fire, she will burn herself and light up the world. Without maternal love, the world will be dark.
Let us keep in mind the profoundness and unselfishness of our mother.
I really want to turn myself into a fire and warm my mother's heart; I really want to turn myself into a mountain and unload my mother's burden; I really want to turn myself into a clear spring, wash away my mother's fatigue and polish her bright eyes; I really want to cast myself into a piece of steel, build a bridge of hope for my mother, and let her cross the sea of suffering and move towards the light!
Motherly love is speechless
Mom, what a good word! The first word a person learns at birth: "mom". What a familiar and kind name, a person's heart is always grateful to his mother. Because my mother raised her with sweet milk and nursed her.
Gorky once said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers."
What is a mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest relative. She created our life and gave us growth.
One day, when I passed by the lawn, I saw a young mother pulling her toddler. Such a picture was so shocking. You can't help but see your mother teaching you to walk; My eyes suddenly got wet, and I felt some inexplicable joy in my heart. If she were in front of you now, you would call out affectionately, "Mom!" " "
Indeed, mother can give everything for us, including her life, but she never complains and doesn't care about the return. You said, "This friendship is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea? How can I forget? "
When I am ready to go to school with a book wrapped on my back, my mother will silently prepare for me in the dim light, wrapped new books and new clothes for school the next day. When I opened my eyes the next morning, my mother had already put the cooked food on the table, waiting for me to eat it. Recalling the dribs and drabs of the past, a warm current welled up in my heart. My heart is surrounded by my mother's care and I feel extremely happy!
When I first started working, my mother's words and nagging became my wealth.
When I heard an eight or nine-year-old boy singing "Wandering Son" in a tender voice, my deepest feeling was touched. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Yes, but how many loves have inch-long grass and won the third Spring Festival? The only person in the world who helps me without asking for anything in return is my mother! Mother's love is selfless and sincere. Mother gave us life, she gave us too much and endless love, and what about us?
The only thing we can remember is my mother's kind face, a pair of hands that worked hard for us and a birthday.
The only thing we can do is to lighten the burden for our mother, chat with her, talk with her and accompany her.
The only thing we can think of is to create a quiet environment for our mother and let her enjoy a happy old age!
Motherly love is speechless! Let's taste and experience with our heart!
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Maternal love is extensive, selfless, warm and great. She is the cradle of children's growth and the shelter of children.
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"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays."
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Crazy mother
Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village, unkempt, giggling at everyone and urinating in public without hesitation. Therefore, the daughter-in-law in the village often spits on the woman, and some daughters-in-law even stepped forward to kick her and told her to "get out of here". But she just wouldn't go, still giggling and wandering around the village.
At that time, my father was 35 years old. He used to work in a quarry, and his left hand was interrupted by a machine. Because of his poor family, he has never married. Grandma saw that the woman was still somewhat beautiful, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law. She was driven away after she renewed her fragrance for my family. Although my father was reluctant, he looked at the situation at home and gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny.
When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me and said happily, "This crazy woman gave birth to a grandson with a handle." It's just that when I was born, my grandmother took me away and never let my mother near me.
My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted "Come, give it to me ..." Grandma ignored her.
I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, mom is crazy. Whenever my mother asks for a hug, grandma always stares at her and tells her, "Don't try to hug the baby, I won't give it to you." If I find you hugging him secretly, I will kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I will kick you out. " Grandma didn't mean anything vague when she said this. Mom understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts are swollen badly, I can't eat half of my mother's milk. My grandmother feeds me spoon by spoon. Grandma said that there was a "psycho" in my mother's milk, so it would be troublesome to infect me.
At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty Especially after my mother and I were added, the pot often failed to open at home. Grandma decided to get rid of her mother because she not only ate idle meals at home, but also made trouble from time to time. One day, grandma cooked a big pot of rice and personally added a big bowl to her mother, saying, "Wife, this family is too poor. My mother-in-law is sorry for you." After you finish this bowl of rice, you will go to live with a richer family and never come again, huh? "Niang mouth just baked a big meal, heard grandma's marching orders, very surprised. A big meal stagnated in her mouth. My mother looked at me in my grandmother's arms and muttered, "No, don't ..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face, took out a dignified paternalistic style and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? There is no good fruit for you to eat. You've been wandering around. I have taken you in for two years. What do you want? Leave after dinner, do you hear? " Grandma said, and took out a hoe from behind the door and slammed it on the ground like Long Touzhang of Yu Taijun, making a sound. Niang was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on glistening rice.
Under grandma's stare, my mother suddenly had a strange behavior. She gave more than half of the rice in one bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked at her grandmother piteously.
Grandma froze. It turned out that Niang told her that she only ate half a bowl of rice for every meal, just begging not to drive her away. Grandma's heart seems to have been severely pulled a few times. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma didn't go too far. She held back her tears and said with a straight face, "Eat, eat and go." You will starve to death in my house. "Niang seems desperate, did not even eat half a bowl of rice, lang lang stagger out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time. Grandma hardened her heart and said, "Go, go and don't look back. There are many rich families in the world! " Instead, the mother came over and put her hand into her mother-in-law's arms. It turns out that mom wants to hug me.
Grandma hesitated, but still gave me to her mother as a baby. My mother held me in her arms for the first time, and she smiled brightly. But grandma put her hand under me, for fear that my mother's madness would throw me away like garbage. My mother held me for less than three minutes, and my grandmother couldn't wait to pull me away, then turned and closed the door.
When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father, and I also asked my grandmother. They said, your mother is dead. But my little friend told me, "Your mother is crazy and your grandmother drove her away." I asked my grandmother to give my mother back to me, called her "grandma wolf", and even spilled the rice she brought me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy", but I missed her very much. What does she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, came back. That day, several friends flew in and reported, "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I ran out happily, and my parents followed me. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She is still in rags, and there are some yellow grass clippings in her hair. God knows she spent the night in that haystack. My mother was afraid to enter the house, just facing my house, sitting on the stone pile in the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she was eager to find her son among us. My mother finally stared at me, staring at me all the time, cracking her mouth and calling me, "Little tree … ball … ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand and threw herself into my arms please. I keep retreating. I'm disappointed. I didn't expect to think so. Your girl is such an image. A little friend said, "Xiaoshu, do you know what crazy people are like now?" Just like your mother. "
I said angrily to my little friend, "She is your mother! Your mother is crazy, your mother is like this. " I turned my head and ran. I don't want this crazy mother. Grandma and dad led the mother into the door. At that time, after grandma kicked her mother out, her conscience was tortured. With the aging day by day, her heart couldn't harden any more, so she left her mother voluntarily, and my boss didn't like it either, because she lost my face.
I never gave my mother a good face, never took the initiative to talk to her, and never even called her "Niang". The communication between us is mainly based on my "roar", and my mother never dares to talk back.
Mom can't be left at home for nothing, so grandma decided to train her to do some chores. When working in the field, grandma took her mother out to "watch" and said she would be beaten if she didn't obey. A few days later, grandma thought Niang was trained by herself, so she told her to go out and cut pig grass alone. Unexpectedly, mother cut two baskets of "pig grass" in half an hour. Grandma looked worried and panicked. Mother cut the rice that was beating and heading in someone else's field. Grandma angrily called her "crazy women don't care about food and grass ..." When grandma was thinking about how to clean up, the owner of the rice field came and said that she had deliberately instigated it. Grandma flew into a rage, took out a stick in front of others and knocked it on her lower back, saying, "Kill you crazy bitch, get out of my way ..."
Although mom is crazy, she still knows the pain. She jumped away from grandma's stick and kept wailing "No, no …". Finally, people couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Forget it, we won't pursue it. Look at her more strictly in the future. " After the storm, mother lay on the ground sobbing. I disdainfully said to her, "You can't tell grass from rice. You are really a pig. " As soon as I spoke, I got a slap on the back of my head, which was played by my grandmother. Grandma glared at me and scolded me, "Little Rabbit, what are you talking about?" If you do this again, she's your mother, too! "I disdain a pie mouth:" I don't have such a stupid crazy mother! """Wow, you're getting ridiculous. Look, I won't hit you! "Grandma raised her hand again. At this time, I saw my mother jump up from the ground like a spring and lie between me and my grandmother. My mother pointed to her head and cried, "hit me, hit me."
I see. Mom asked grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma's hand in mid-air drooped and murmured, "This crazy woman knows how to love children!" " Soon after going to school, my father was invited by the professional fish farmers in the neighboring village to guard the fish pond and earn a monthly income in 50 yuan. My mother still goes out to work under the leadership of my grandmother, mainly to fight pig grass, which has not caused any big trouble.
I remember a winter day in the third grade of primary school. I was hungry and suddenly it began to rain. My grandmother asked my mother to give me an umbrella. Mother may have fallen several times all the way, and she looks like an eye inflammation. She stood by the window of the classroom and looked at me with a smirk. She also called, "Tree ... Umbrella ..." Some students giggled. I'm on pins and needles. I hate my mother. I hate her ignorance, hate her embarrassing me, and hate Fan Jiaxi who took the lead in heckling. While he was still exaggerating, I grabbed the stationery clip in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we tore it apart. I'm small, I'm no match for him at all, and he knocked me down easily. At this moment, I heard a long whistle of "Ow" coming from outside the classroom. Mother flew in like a big narrow, grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged her outside. It's true that a madman has great strength. Mother lifted Fan Jiaxi, who bullied me, into the air with both hands. He screamed with fear, and a pair of chubby calves kicked around in the air. Mother ignored him, threw him into the pond at the school gate, and then walked away with a cold face.
Mom made a big mistake for me, but she seems fine. In front of me, my mother resumed a timid expression and looked at me please. I understand that this is maternal love. Even if she is unconscious, maternal love is sober, because her son has been bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help crying: "Mom!" This is the first time I have called her since I can speak. Mom was shocked, looked at me for a long time, then blushed like a child, grinned and looked silly. That day, our mother and son came home with an umbrella for the first time. I told my grandmother about it, and she was so scared that she fell down on the chair and called her father back at once. Dad had just entered the house when a group of mature men with knives and sticks broke into my house. They smashed pots and pans, and it was like a magnitude 9 earthquake at home. These are the people invited by Fan Jiaxi's family. Fan Fu pointed to his father's nose and said, "My son is scared out of his mind and is now lying in the hospital. If your family doesn't pay 1000 medical bills, I will fucking burn your family down. "
1000? Dad is only 50 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly burned red. He stared at his mother with terrible eyes, quickly took off the belt around his waist with one hand and hit her in the past. Time and time again, mother jumps and hides helplessly like a mouse living in fear and like a prey running into a dead end. I will never forget her harsh voice and the crisp sound of the belt on her. Finally, the director of the police station came to stop dad's violent hands. As a result of mediation by the police station, both sides have losses and no debts. Arrest anyone who makes trouble! After a group of people left, dad looked at the broken pots and bowls all over the room, and then at his scarred mother. Suddenly, he put his arms around her and cried, "crazy woman, I didn't want to hit you, or I would." This will not work, and we can't afford to lose others. " This is all caused by poverty! "Dad looked at me again and said," Shuer, you must study hard before you can go to college. "Otherwise, we will be bullied for life!" I nodded wisely.
In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. My grandmother died unfortunately because of overwork, which made life at home more difficult. Enshi Civil Affairs Bureau lists my family as a poor household and subsidizes 40 yuan every month. My high school has also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so that I can continue my studies.
Because I study hard, I seldom go home. My father is still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering meals to me falls on my mother. Every time my aunt next door always helps me copy pickles for my mother to eat. The loss of mother on the 20 km Yangchangshan Road was firmly recorded, rain or shine. It is a miracle that the mother is not crazy about what she has done for her son. Besides maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine.
On April 27th, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came and brought me not only vegetables, but also a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite, smiled and asked her, "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from? " Mother said, "I ... I picked it ..." I didn't expect her to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her, "Mom, you are really getting more and more capable." Niang hey hey smiled.
Before my mother left, I told her to pay attention to safety, and my mother replied. Leaving my mother all the time, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, when I was in class, my aunt hurried to school and asked the teacher to shout me out of the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if she had delivered any food. I said yes, she went back yesterday. Menstruation said, "No, she hasn't come home yet." My heart is tight, my mother should not go the wrong way, right? But she has been on this road for three years. She can't go wrong. Menstruation asked, "Your mother didn't say anything?" I said no, she brought me a dozen wild peaches. Aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, maybe it's broken in this wild peach." My aunt asked me for leave and we walked back along the mountain road. On the way home, there were indeed a few wild peach trees. There were a few peaches hanging sparsely on the peach trees, which were preserved because they grew on the cliff. At the same time, we found a peach tree with broken branches and an abyss under it. My aunt looked at me and said, "Let's go under the cliff!" " "I said," Aunt, don't scare me ... "Aunt jumped on me and walked into the valley. ...
Mother lay quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She still holds one tightly in her hand, and the blood has already solidified into a heavy black. My insides are torn by sadness. I hugged my mother tightly and said, "mom, my evil mother, I regret that this peach is sweet." It was my son who killed you ... Mom, you didn't enjoy a good life alive ... "I leaned my head on my mother's cold face, and all the stones crying all over the mountain accompanied me to cry. ...
On August 7th, 2003, on the100th day after my mother was buried, the admission notice of Hubei University bronzing passed through the road my mother walked, the wild peach trees, the rice fields in front of the village and flew straight into my home. I put this late letter in my mother's cold grave: "Mom, my son made a promise, did you hear that?" You can smile in the grave! "