Most of the mothers I have heard and seen are very simple. They are like an old yellow cattle. They always work silently and hard in the land of life. They hardly say 'I love you' or 'I like you' to their children, but their love for their children is always accompanied by every sunrise and sunset. Whether spring or autumn, or the exchange of cold and heat, mother's love is always like brilliant sunshine, full bloom in the sky of years, and continues to the end of life.
I want to praise my mother loudly and praise those great maternal love, but I think any shouting and gorgeous language still seems a little weak in them. So here, I don't have any gorgeous language, just want to tell a few stories.
The first story I saw from a book.
This is a true story. It happened in Austria in 2002. A cleaner named Sophia hardly took her daughter Rosalyn out because of her poor family. Her daughter was also very unhappy. She decided to take her out skiing on her 13th birthday.
After they simply packed up their equipment, they came to the Ferraz Valley Ski Resort in the Alps. The mother and daughter had a good time and unknowingly left the safe ski area. When they found that they had entered a remote place, an accident suddenly occurred. The snow poured down like a waterfall. After the avalanche, the mother and daughter struggled to climb out of the snow pile, but they found that there was a vast white snow sea outside, and they lost their way.
Because Sophia couldn't afford to rent bright ski clothes, she put on her silver down jacket to keep out the cold, and so did Rosalyn. But this color is too close to the color of snow. It is difficult to be found by the rescue workers in the sky. When there is a rescue helicopter flying in the sky, they broke their throats and no one heard.
The mother and daughter walked aimlessly in the snow in despair. I don't know how long. Finally, Sophia couldn't support it and fell down, and her daughter Rosalyn fainted.
When Rosalyn woke up, she found herself lying in the hospital without her mother. She asked the people around her eagerly. Someone told her that her mother Sophia had died because of excessive blood loss. Before she died, she cut off her artery with a sharp stone, and then crawled for more than ten meters in the snow. Later, the rescue workers saw the bright red blood band and rescued Rosalyn who fainted, But I found that Sophia had died in the snow because of too much blood loss & hellip& hellip;
The second story I heard from others.
A mother went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. She was frightened to find her child standing on the windowsill several floors high on the other side of the road. She was in danger of falling at any time. The mother was very worried, so she naturally called her son. Unexpectedly, the little son was very happy to see his mother. He thought his mother was going to hold him, so he stepped forward. As a result, the little son stepped empty & hellip& hellip;
At this time, the mother left her dishes and ran away in the direction of the child's fall. The passers-by closed their eyes and lowered their heads, because they didn't want to see the bloody tragedy when the child suddenly fell to the ground.
Conceivably, a loud bang did not appear. When people opened their eyes, they found that the child was lying in the mother's arms crying, while the mother was pale and motionless on the ground.
People took the mother and son to the hospital. After examination, the child only suffered a little skin trauma, while the mother had multiple comminuted fractures of her arm, chest, ribs and so on. Later, after timely and effective treatment, the mother gradually recovered her health. The local TV station came to interview the mother and wanted to make a documentary for her. In order to restore the thrilling scene at that time, the people in the TV station made a child's model and pushed it down from her windowsill. However, before the model landed, the mother could not arrive at the place where the model fell in time, let alone receive the model accurately. The TV station was helpless. Finally, it asked professional athletes to pick up the model, but it tried countless times, and none of them ended in failure.
People may never see how quickly and accurately the mother received her child at that critical moment. But they know that at the critical moment of a child's life, maternal love burst out with incredible power.
The third story is my own experience.
At that time, I went to school in Wuhan. In the winter of my freshman year, the weather in Wuhan was particularly cold. The school asked us to hand in some materials. Some of them needed the seal of the village committee to prove that they were valid. However, my hometown was in Yingcheng, which was not far from Wuhan, but it was not close. I didn't want to run so far, just to cover a chapter in the village. This matter was delayed again and again. I went back and told my parents who worked in Wuhan about it. Unexpectedly, they always kept it in mind.
Seeing that the winter vacation was coming, my mother took my father and told me that they were going home. I thought it was so cold that I advised them not to go back, but they said they hadn't gone back to their hometown for a long time. If they went back for the new year this year, relatives and friends would laugh when they saw that there were broken bricks and tiles at home, so they insisted on going back to their hometown to repair the old house. Seeing their digging strength, I didn't say anything.
In the days when my parents went back, it was snowing heavily. When I stood outside, I was shivering all over with cold and couldn't help shivering all the time.
A few days later, before the snow on the ground melted, my parents returned to Wuhan. When they came back, their face was as red as a child's tender face, and their mother was still coughing. I asked my mother what was going on. She said, 'it's all right. It snowed heavily when I went back. I guess I didn't wear enough clothes and caught a cold.' Mother coughed for several days, but she still insisted on going out to work every day.
Before I went to school, my father took out the material paper with the bright red seal of the village committee and handed it to me. I was surprised and asked what was going on. My father said to me, 'you don't know, it's snowing heavily in my hometown. It's almost knee high. We stayed in my hometown for a few days and can't go out. The afternoon before coming to Wuhan, your mother had to take me to the village secretary to seal for you, saying that you couldn't miss your studies. The road was white. We couldn't see any road or ride a bike. As a result, your mother and I groped slowly and explored the way step by step. When we reached the Secretary's house, it was dark, and your mother accidentally rolled into a ditch. You don't know how strong the wind was that day. When you came back, you didn't have a flashlight and couldn't see the road clearly. Your mother and I went back to the old house step by step. "
I was stunned, surprised for a while, and then asked, 'isn't that mother catching a cold because she didn't wear enough clothes?' After hearing what I said, my father said, 'she didn't wear much clothes. It was only when she found Secretary gaizhang for you that day that she caught a cold. You don't know. When your mother and I returned to the house that day, we didn't feel our legs and feet. To tell you the truth, when we went back this time, the house was small. Your mother saw that your material was not sealed. She was afraid that you would delay your study and specially went back to her hometown. She won't let me tell you. You don't think I did, but you son can't be bad to your mother in the future, or I'll kill you. "
After listening to my father's words, a warm current surged in my heart. My eyes were red and said, 'dad, don't worry!'
Perhaps the mother is such a person. She never says even one word of 'love' to her children, but her words and deeds are full of love. Even if she exchanges her life for her children's life, she is willing and has no hesitation.
When we make a phone call, we have to look through our mobile phone to find our mother's number, but my mother always dials directly, because my mother has firmly remembered our phone number in her heart.
When we had dinner together, my mother always put good fish and meat in our bowl, but she chewed the bones and ate the fish head, and said, 'you eat more good tonics. I don't like meat and fish. I either stuffed my teeth or stuck my throat.' I didn't know until later that my mother didn't like fish, but loved us far more than herself.
When we went out, our mother always told us to eat and drink well, and to take good care of our bodies. It doesn't matter whether we earn more or less money. It's OK to be safe, but they eat pickles and turnips three times a day and shuttle around in the wind and rain all day.
When I was a child, my mother was worried and tired about our tuition; When we grow up, our mother worries about our studies and work; In adulthood, my mother still worries about our partner's family. Mother seems to have been working hard all her life, and there will never be a moment of rest.
May 13 is mother's day. As a child, if you are close to your mother, you should have a reunion dinner with your mother; If you are far away from your mother, call her and say happy holidays. You don't need gorgeous language or even a bunch of flowers. You just smile in front of your mother. She can see that you are safe and happy, and she will be very happy to finish this mother's day.
'the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the son wants to raise but the parents don't wait 'is a great tragedy of life. Once filial piety leaves, it will never return. Filial piety is a happiness that can't be reappeared. Therefore, while our parents are still alive, care more about them!
Be kind to our parents and ourselves in the future!