I haven't been home for three months since I came back from the winter vacation. I don't want to go home, whether it's a three-day Qingming holiday, a May Day holiday or a Dragon Boat Festival holiday. I wonder if everything at home is the same as when I left. Although we video chat every day, we are never together. You always say you can't pinch my face and feel sorry.
I miss my relatives in Guangzhou very much. I have cherished every living relative more since I learned the news of my grandfather's death at the end of March. From that day on, you and several sisters began to pay attention to my blog, so I spent more time on my blog, writing every blog diary and photos of my daily life, letting you know the details of my life, making you feel happy and making you feel that I am still with you, as if I had never left you.
Mom, I'm very busy recently. Every night around eleven o'clock, in order to save the telephone bill, I always ask you to call my mobile phone, so I open MSN and your father's video. I really didn't mean to. Sometimes, I am really busy and forget the time. I remember several times, you pressed my phone continuously, and my tangent was not on MSN for several times. That's because I'm in a meeting, and there are things to discuss at every meeting. Sometimes the discussion is fierce. Suddenly, someone remembered that the dormitory compound was going to close, and quickly walked back from the east office to the west. After I came back, I didn't take a shower or wash clothes several times, so you kept calling my mobile phone. I was really "chicken hands and duck feet"-at a loss. Once, I was really annoyed by the constant calls from my mobile phone. I lost my temper with you as soon as I opened the video. You didn't scold me, but you were considerate, saying it was good to see me, and then told me to turn off the video and go about my business.
Sometimes it's really annoying. Why do I have to open a video to chat with you every night? As soon as we talked, half an hour or even an hour passed, so my sleep time was postponed. And every time you make a phone call, as long as I am online, I will immediately put down my work and open MSN and videos with you, for fear that you will continue to ring my mobile phone. As you know, when I stop doing something, my thoughts will follow. Every time I watch a video with you, I don't know if I want to continue working. It seems that it's almost bedtime, so I won't continue. I am anxious to do it again. I was always ambivalent at that time. I know it's not good to complain like this. In fact, what I can adjust is that I should be more efficient or planned, and I don't have to wait until I'm about to chat with you. I don't think I should waste time communicating with you. However, sometimes it really can't be adjusted, I hope you understand.
Remember, before I went to college, what you were most worried about was that I would not adapt to college life. You think I'm a child who hasn't tried boarding, and I may not be able to take care of myself without you. I think I've told you with my actions. Is your worry unnecessary? Perhaps, without your worry, I wouldn't have the determination to take care of myself, because your daughter is stubborn and brave, so I want to prove to you that I have grown up. I am not the little girl who used to cry secretly when I left you at night. You're right. I didn't send you downstairs when I sent you out of the dormitory that day. I'm afraid of tears, and I can't bear to see you leave, so I'll send you to the stairs. You said I wouldn't see you off, so I took the opportunity to hurry back to the dormitory. Yes, I succeeded. I became the only child in the dormitory who didn't cry after his parents left.
In order to prove that I have grown up, I am happy to tell you my "glorious deeds", such as winning the first prize in the recent information retrieval competition, or winning the sixth place in the Top Ten Singers Competition with my classmates. In fact, people who have participated in these competitions will feel that there is nothing worth talking about, but I want to tell you my achievements, make you happy and let you know that your lovely daughter is not a college student as some people say.
I don't want to tell you too much about my troubles. Although I know that you are the only people in the world who will solve my problem sincerely, there are many things that are hard to say clearly. If I don't make them clear, it will be difficult to solve them. I will try to solve them in my own way. I know that being young is allowed to make mistakes, so I don't mind making some mistakes that I think are right. Unless, of course, I'm really bored. Remember that rehearsal? I complained to you for several nights in a row, but you listened to me patiently. You don't think your experience is enough to help me, so you specially found relevant books and selected some experiences from them to tell me what to do when encountering similar things. Although I haven't heard much, I really feel that there is no way out after listening, and I can get out of the predicament step by step.
In fact, I have a thousand words to say to you, but I can't put them into words for the time being. Mother's Day is coming. You once asked me what I was going to do on Mother's Day. You said I couldn't come back and invite you to dinner. I joked that you could deduct my pocket money as if I invited you to dinner. In fact, I know that if that's the case, it's meaningless. I want to take this opportunity to write this article to you as a gift for Mother's Day. You know, since primary school, teachers have said that I don't know how to use gorgeous language, and true feelings are my style, so please don't dislike my letters from home, which are full of true feelings and a little clumsy in language.
Happy mother's day, kiss mom ~!
Your daughter who will never grow up in your eyes: Kun Kun
Monday, 4 May 2009
Mom: Hello!
Spring blossoms, and everything sprouts in warmth.
The windows of the city can't cover the green leaves. When the willow branches withered, the poplars sprouted and the old pines showed bright colors, I, we left home for as long as the time behind these spring scenery.
When I left home, the celebration of the New Year was not over yet. Into the school, the flowers and plants on campus are still yellow; Sitting in the classroom, thinking about the route of spring, spring is near, but my hometown is far away ... In a strange city, in the so-called famous mountain resort, we walk on the familiar mountain road and look at the familiar land, crops and even familiar figures on the mountain road.
Familiar figure, that's mom. When my father, brothers and sisters left home to live and work in a strange city and place, you were the only one left in the big home. Expectation before the Spring Festival and nostalgia after the Spring Festival have become a helpless habit.
The holiday is too short, too short, so short that we can't stay at home for a few days. When you prepared food, food and clothes for us to take to school, we found that the person who needed us most was our mother, and our family members left one by one, and we didn't try our best.
The outside world belongs to people outside. You, me, him, and more people may all have the opportunity to travel and experience, only your mother and you will stay forever. An acre of land, one room and two rooms, pots and pans, stoves, feeding chickens and ducks, this is your world, we don't want to get close, but we always want to leave. You are the source of strength for us to leave. You rely on them to accumulate strength for the departure of your loved ones, but when your strength runs out, none of your loved ones stay with you.
An old saying "parents are here, don't travel far" will only appear on paper when we show off our talents. Modernization and globalization, the world is changing, but the changed and changed world just bypasses us, but it doesn't teach us how to bypass it. So, when your living standard is far from modernization, when you listen to us talking about this, you just advise us to eat more, eat more ... Your temples are getting whiter and whiter, wrinkles are getting denser and your eyes are getting cloudy. You are getting older every day on our growing road, laughing and crying.
It's Mother's Day again. We are enjoying the INT or e era and don't understand the meaning of writing letters. In front of these more "meaningful" things, hometown and mother are always just a background, and what we see is always just a back, vague and lingering.
The stars are thin and the moon is bright. I open my tired eyes and lift my sleepy head. I want to see the hometown of the moon, see my mother in my hometown, and write a piece of stationery to my mother with paper and pen. ...
I want to send this document to all the mothers in the world. Wish: peace-happiness-well-being! ! !
Today is Mother's Day. I heard my mother washing clothes in the morning. I know she has to take care of her grandparents again. Spring came, winter came, and she worked hard for many years, dozens of miles a day.
I was going to get up early last night to cook a delicious breakfast for my mother, but I overslept after all. So a son's regret and guilt for his mother, unconsciously, left a lot in this long river of life.
I still remember when I was in college, my mother had not come to Nanjing. She works as an ordinary worker in a brewery in a small city in Anhui. My mother's commute time is irregular, sometimes from 8 pm to 8 am. The working environment in which she works is extremely poor, especially in the midsummer of July and August. The workshop is noisy and stuffy, like a sauna in the bathroom. Even the ice water my mother put in became 40 degrees in less than half an hour. I am really tired. Find a carton of beer and sleep on the machine for a while, but my mother has been working in this position for decades. If the factory had not gone bankrupt, I believe she would have worked hard, because there is only one belief that supports her: giving up her son.
But in my bones, I have always been a disappointing child. When I first entered the university, I mistakenly entered a side door, such as the angry youth after 70, with long hair and beard, walking around the campus, singing loudly and writing poems with a guitar. Invite the girl you like to have a meal, 100 is more than a blink of an eye, while my mother's salary is only over 600 a month.
I failed the last professional course, and the rest of the ordinary living expenses will be used to make up the exam. The department counselor talked to me several times, and he said that if this continues, the school will not want you.
The girl left me, and some students began to point at my back.
At this time, my mother came to a letter from home, like a spring rain, which moistened my dry heart.
In her letter, my mother cares about my study life and deliberately erases her hard work at work. With her encouragement, I regained the confidence I lost all the way. Under my mother's mountain of maternal love, my selfishness is so insignificant.
I gradually understood that at the beginning of a letter to my mother, I wrote:
Mom:
Hello! (it should be hello, indicating that it was not mature at that time. ) How have you been recently? Winter is coming, you should take care of yourself and put on more clothes. Don't eat some green vegetables and carrots every day, save money. You should also eat nutritious food once a week. Don't forget that you (you) are very busy in the factory, pay attention to rest (omitted later)
In my most difficult time, my mother accompanied me through the difficulties and made me feel helpless. What a powerful shelter my mother provided me with her weak figure!
Living conditions are comfortable after work, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing. Forgetful, I began to get used to dancing every night. I got used to bickering with my mother when I was dissatisfied and turned a blind eye to my mother's white hair.
When I typed this passage, I felt quiet and heavy, and I had a deeper awakening again. I am grateful for this Mother's Day, let me reach out and let my mother's love flow gently through my fingers, so that I can constantly shout from my heart: Happy holidays, mom!
Don't be flashy, don't be far-fetched, just be straightforward enough. I wrote it all the way, with a heavy heart.
Many years ago, I dragged a huge box to a strange city.
I looked out of the window, afraid to look straight into your smiling eyes.
I'm afraid that no matter how hard I hold it, I can't take away the warmth you gave me.
Mom, you told me to be brave.
After many years in a trance, I grew up slowly.
No longer the frightened and stubborn child hiding behind you.
Mom, you said you only wanted me to be healthy and safe.
Once, all my emotions were as sharp as the tide.
Pride, fatigue, anxiety and panic all invade, leaving no room.
Mom, you want me to learn to be quiet and calm.
All these years of wandering and stumbling were yesterday.
I hid the warmth in my palm, never spoke, never forgot.
Mom, you told me that family ties will never change.
Now I have a new suitcase, unlike the one many years ago, which is full and can't move.
It is too small to hold too many worries, but it holds all the persistence it deserves.
Mom, you said you hoped I would never be lonely.
Today is Mother's Day. I wrote you a letter.
Tell you something about the past. Tell you something.
Your smile is the most beautiful and special emotion in my heart.
Finally, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! Happy forever!
Dear my dear mother:
See Xin Jia!
Today is March 8, and it's also your holiday. I wish you a happy holiday here first!
Mom, dear mom, maybe you can't read this letter I wrote to you now, because you don't know the internet, and you don't know there is a website like Love. But before calling you, I still want to write such a letter.
Mom, I know that at that time, in my grandfather's feudal thought, in the patriarchal thought, in my grandmother's male chauvinism of listening to my grandfather, you married my father at an early age and became our mother. For this reason, you have lost a lot and all the rights you should enjoy as a girl at this age. You took on the responsibilities of family and mother too early! For me and my brother, you have suffered a lot and suffered a lot, but you have never complained to anyone. You have to bear everything silently.
Now that we are all grown up, and you are not yet forty years old, you have let the years carve wrinkles on your forehead and turned white prematurely. Then I remembered & gt I remember you taught me to sing this song when I was very young. At that time, you liked singing and had many dreams, but you should give up for us and cherish your dreams.
I had the experience of playing bungee jumping with my mother. Who has? Talking to my mother is like having the same experience as my little friend. I do. My mother is not only a parent in my heart, but also a bosom friend. More importantly, my mother trusts me, which makes me feel very important to my mother. Ha ha.
Mom, I heard from my aunt that you were the most beautiful girl in your village at that time. No wonder my father was so diligent at grandpa's house at that time. It turned out to be premeditated. However, fortunately, my father has a good eye and found me a capable and beautiful mother. It's just that my father is a little "narrow-minded" and just doesn't like the clothes I chose for you, which are "a little fancy" in his eyes. Hee hee. I want my mother to dress up beautifully! Hehe, don't let dad read this letter. The most important thing is that you never educate me and my naughty brother by showing your dutiful son under the stick.
By the way, mom, I know you love me the most, but there is a sentence that I have buried in my heart for a long time and have never dared to tell you. I'm afraid that if I say it, you will ~ ~ ~, but today I will tell you by letter! That's ~ ~ that's ~ ~' I love you! Mom *-*
I love you, mom. Thank you for raising and teaching my brother and me for so many years. Thank you for all your efforts and sacrifices for my brother and me over the years! Thank you for your encouragement and trust! Mom, I love you. Although there are only three words, I have said it countless times in my heart, but I have never said it in front of you. But today, here, in this place full of love, I dare to tell you in front of everyone here that I love you. You are the proudest mother in my heart!
At the same time, I wish all mothers in the world a happy holiday and good health! Always young and beautiful!
Love your daughter: Finn.
Dear mother:
Today, I understand what you have done and what you have done for your son before. I totally understand. Motherly love is really great, and I fully realize it. I cried, and now you should know why! The whole 6672 days is 4672 days except 2000 days. It seems that the time is not long 12 years and 8 months. Everything you do for your son, everything you do, is for him.
Perhaps neither you nor your son can tell you what you have done for your son. Because, in the eyes of others (in my eyes), these may be trivial things, and you have done too much. It's too much, son. At that time, there must be other parents doing better and better than you! No, it is my son's stupidity. Please forgive my son's stupid idea at that time! What you do is the best and the best. There is no mother more heroic than you! Don't say that I used the word {stalwart} wrong! I think it's appropriate here, because when you are both a father and a mother! Son, I'm glad to have a good mother like you! My son will be proud of you all his life! Mom, I love you!
If someone asks his son again: Who do you admire most? Mom!
If someone asks his son again: Who do you love most? Mom!
If someone asks his son again: Who is your most beautiful? Mom!
If someone asks his son again: Who is your cutest person? Mom!
If someone asks his son again: Who is the best for you? Mom!
If someone asks his son again, who do you want to save most on the issue of [mother and son]? Mom!
My son's answer is yes!
You not only sacrificed, dedicated, paid a lot, but also gave up a lot for your son ... you gave up yourself, your love, your happiness, your happiness ... and everything that belongs to you, even your life! How much have you put up with! How tolerant! How much has been maintained! You tolerate others' discrimination, gossip, pain and sadness ... but tolerate your son's irrationality, ignorance, willfulness, disobedience and naughty ... and safeguard his dignity and happiness ... even in the case of a big mistake! Perhaps, your son will always be an immature child in your heart! Mom, I love you!
Once, my son didn't understand you. In fact, whenever you say you are my friend, I always snigger! Now I understand that you are really the most important friend in my life. You will never abandon your son, and you will never be really angry with him! Now I have to admit that you are my son's confidant! My son hopes he knows it's not too late! Mom, I love you!
In fact, my son has never been mature, and he doesn't want to grow up, really! Maybe my son just knows the tip of the iceberg of maternal love now! My son wants to tell his mother that he doesn't want her to hate others, can he? You say: thank those who trip themselves! Then let us be grateful to those who have played, abandoned, hated and hated us! Okay？ Don't have more hatred, burdens and unpleasant memories in our lives. ...
My son always thinks that the power of love can't be ignored, but what he didn't expect was that love is so fragile, vulnerable and insignificant in the face of maternal love. ...
Yes, nothing can compare with maternal love. If you persist, you will be defeated and broken, just like throwing stones at eggs. ...
Anyway, don't thank him, at least forgive him, and hope mom won't forget the past! After all, he made his son mature, understood you better, and deeply understood and experienced maternal love ... there was still hard work without credit. Perhaps without him, our hearts will not be close again, we will not be so open, our son will not be stronger, and we will better understand the truth we don't understand. ...
Perhaps, the word maternal love was deeply realized by me today! There are three kinds of unfilial, and the last one is the biggest. It seems that I can't complete a great filial piety in my life! But the son may be able to perform the other two filial piety better. Mom, I love you!
If there is an afterlife, my son must be your mother to pay the debt owed by this sad son. You must be my son! Don't drink Meng Po Tang in reincarnation, okay?
Mother, please forgive my son's mistake!
Mom, you have worked hard!
Mom, I love you!
Rebellious son