That bowl of egg noodles made for me that day, I couldn't help but shed tears of gratitude. The tears contained maternal love and warmth & hellip& hellip;
I remember that thunderous night, my mother was lying by the window, looking at the small raindrops falling from the sky. Seeing the sadness on my mother's face, I couldn't help walking up to my mother and asking her, 'Mom, what's the matter with you? Is something wrong? " Mother said sadly: 'adhering to the nutritional breakfast every day is the principle of our family, which can not be ignored. It's time to eat egg noodles tomorrow, but now there are no eggs. What should we do with egg noodles tomorrow? Your nutrition & hellip& hellip; Alas! " After listening to this, the villain in my heart was happy: "finally, I don't have to eat bad egg noodles tomorrow. It's best that all the eggs in the world are gone. In that case, egg noodles will leave with a burden on their back."
The next morning, I was secretly happy: "Mom, mom, I want to see what you give us today." What I cried out in horror because there was a bowl of hot egg noodles on the table. I muttered, 'aren't there no eggs? Where did you get the egg noodles? " Unfortunately, my father heard this. My father angrily said to me, 'if your mother hears this, you must die of sadness! Last night, because it was too late, there was no bus. In order to let you have a nutritious breakfast, your mother only supported a small umbrella and rode on her bike to buy eggs for you in the rain. However, it seems that God wants to test your mother. If the rain gets heavier and heavier, how can that small umbrella withstand the violent attack of the rainstorm, The rain slapped your mother mercilessly! When your mother came back, she had a bad cold. He also smiled and said, "I can finally let you have a nutritious breakfast." I looked at my mother's bent body in bed, and I cried & hellip& hellip;
Mom, why are you so stupid! I leaned on my mother and said softly, 'let me be your guardian angel! A lifelong contract, okay? ' A bowl of wonton noodles_ There are good people in the world. There is a saying in China: good is rewarded, evil is rewarded. I remember it was a Sunday. I had to go to cram school, but I reviewed the night before, so I went to bed late. But I forgot to turn on the alarm clock again. It was already 7:30 when I got up in the morning. I quickly washed my face and went to the cram school with my schoolbag. I found a breakfast shop near the tutorial and sat down. The boss asked, 'little sister, what do you want to eat?' I want a bowl of wonton noodles. " The boss said, 'OK, come right away, wait.' Then he began to help me do it. After a few minutes, the boss brought the wonton noodles in front of me. I took a deep breath and said, 'Wow, it smells good!' I wolfed down my food. After eating, I wanted to give the money to my boss, but I found that I had to go out in a hurry and forgot to take it. I put the money on the table. I thought: what should I do! What should I do if I go home to get it and I'm afraid the boss says I'll have a bully meal? I sat there for a long time. I was anxious like ants on a hot pot. A big sister in beautiful clothes came up to me and sat down, looked at me and said, 'little sister, why don't you go to school after eating?' I said intermittently: 'I, I forgot to bring the money, I dare not go, so & hellip& hellip; Sit here. " The big sister smiled and said, 'I'll give it to you. The face value of this bowl is not much.' Then I called the boss. I want to say: No, big sister. But before I could say it, I asked, 'boss, how much is the child's noodles?' Five dollars. " Then he gave ten yuan. The boss said, 'give me a bowl, too.' He said to me, 'little sister, now you can go to school.' The big sister said to me gently. At this time, I felt very warm in my heart and blurred in my eyes. I said, 'thank you, sister.' I took my schoolbag and went to the cram school. I looked back at my sister and saw her smiling and watching me leave. I shed sincere tears. Welcome to wechat: www 4hw for more knowledge. I didn't know my sister, but she helped me. This big sister made me feel strange warmth in this winter. At night, the bowl of fried eggs_ The raindrops outside the window gradually stopped, and the raindrops in my mind formed the fried egg that I would never forget that night.
That day, I came back from my friend's house. My stomach had already sung the "empty city plan". I dragged my tired body to the table to have a look: radish, cabbage, braised meat & hellip& hellip; Eh, why don't you have my favorite ham sausage? I was so disappointed that I called my mother out angrily: 'Mom, didn't I say I'm going to eat ham sausage today! Why didn't you buy me ham sausage? ' I raised my eyebrows unhappily and became an 'inverted character'. My mother kindly said to me, 'I forgot to buy it after work tonight, so I didn't fry ham sausage for you. But I made you braised meat. It's delicious & hellip& hellip;'' Stop, stop, don't explain. You don't need to make such a bad excuse for not buying ham sausage, do you? I said that I must eat hot leg sausage today. You won't buy it. I won't eat it. I'll starve to death & hellip& hellip;' I angrily left behind the delicious food my mother worked hard to make, and reincarnated into my room to sulk. When my mother knocked at the door, I pretended not to hear it, so my mother went downstairs. I thought my mother didn't care about me at all, so I hid in the quilt and cried secretly.
I don't know how long later, I heard a fragrance downstairs. I was really hungry. I couldn't help eating. This was a sudden knock at the door. I opened the door. It was my mother who sent me food. I turned my head. My mother put the rice on my desk, took me to sit down and said to me, 'daughter, my mother knows you like ham sausage, but my mother really forgot to buy it for you today, so I fried fried eggs for you. Didn't you eat fried eggs at your cousin's house once before? I remember when you came back, you always boasted that your cousin's scrambled eggs were delicious and ate two bowls of rice in a row. You also told me that it would be great if you could eat this delicious fried egg in the future. Just now I remembered that there was an egg in the kitchen, so I learned from your cousin to fry a bowl of fried eggs. Child, no matter how angry you are with your mother, you can't starve your stomach. Your mother brought you the rice. Do you often know if your mother's cooking is delicious? " When my mother finished, she brought the rice in front of me. At this time, looking at the familiar fried eggs in the rice bowl, I turned around and threw myself in my mother's arms. Tears inadvertently flowed down, 'Mom, thank you for your fried eggs, thank you for your love!' Mother laughed: 'don't eat while it's hot!' I gobbled it up. Only then did I know how tired my mother was. This is love.
'who said inch grass heart, reported three Chunhui' -- that is the warmest, most selfless and most vast love I have been looking for for for a long time -- this is the maternal love buried in simplicity. A bowl of the most delicious instant noodles_ He is a single father, raising a seven year old boy alone. Whenever the child came back from playing with his friends and was injured, he felt particularly deep about the shortcomings left by his dead wife, and bursts of sad and low cries came from the bottom of his heart. This happened the day he left his children on a business trip. Because he caught the train and didn't have time to have breakfast with his children, he hurried away from home. Along the way, I was worried about whether the child had dinner and whether he would cry. I always couldn't let go. Even when they arrive at the place of business trip, they call home from time to time. But the child is always sensible and asks him not to worry. However, because of the anxiety in my heart, I handled things hastily and embarked on my way home. When he got home, the child was already asleep, and he was relieved. The fatigue on the road made him weak. When I was about to go to bed, I was suddenly surprised; Under the quilt, there is a bowl of overturned instant noodles, & lsquo; The child & rsquo; In his rage, he gave his sleeping son a good spank on the ass. " Why are you so naughty and make your father angry? You are so naughty and dirty the quilt. Who should wash it? This is the first time he has corporal punished his children since his wife died, 'I didn't & hellip& hellip;' The child sobbed and explained, 'I'm not naughty. This is a father's dinner.'
It turned out that in order to cooperate with his father's time to go home, the child specially made two bowls of noodles, one for himself and the other for his father. But I was afraid my father would come home too late, so I put it under the quilt to keep warm.
Dad listened and hugged the child tightly without saying a word. Looking at the remaining half of the bubble noodles in the bowl, 'ah, boy, this is the most delicious bubble noodles in the world.' Warm "a bowl of noodles"_ 450 words at night, the spring breeze was blowing gently. I held my chin and sat on the colorful stone steps. Suddenly, an unforgettable thing came to my mind.
It was after school, because at that time, it was very late. I ran home with my schoolbag on my back. It was very cold at that time. I walked home quickly, time became faster, father-in-law sun gradually went home, and I ran back while there was still some light. As soon as I ran back to the community, it was dark. I went to the pavilion in the community, where some old people were chatting with grandma. I listened. An old lady said, 'alas, time passed so fast. As soon as it was dark, the alley over there immediately became dark. I remembered that I started running, but it was too late, The dark path used to have many lights. I don't know at that time, some small gangsters came and damaged it. A cold wind blew and made me hurt. I ran immediately and fell with a 'plop'.
In the room, an aunt came out, helped me in, bandaged my wound, let me sit, and cooked noodles for me to eat. After a while, the delicious noodles came out and put them in front of me, and I devoured them. The aunt said, 'don't worry, there's still something in the pot. Be careful. Don't burn it. " Suddenly I became warmer. My aunt cared about me like my mother. After a while, my aunt said, 'you live there, I'll take you home.'
Aunt, thank you for taking good care of me. Your warm 'bowl of noodles' gives me endless aftertaste and makes it difficult for me to forget.