Childhood I have been bathed in the family. What moved me most was my mother's affection for me.
From the day I was born, my mother took good care of me and made me feel very happy.
In the depth of my memory, there has always been a light to illuminate my direction, that is, my mother. There has always been a pair of hands to shield me from the wind and rain, that is also my mother. There has always been a smile to give me strength, that is still my mother.
I always remember that in the evening after school, it was overcast and cloudy, and the sky seemed very angry. I carry a heavy bag, with heavy steps, to go home.
After a while, the sky began to rain, and 'tick, tick & hellip; & hellip;' was quite rhythmic. My heart a burst of frustration, my mother how not to take me, the day has begun to rain, do not come, I can not go home, if I will be wet. Am I going or not?
I hesitated in the shade for a while, and the rain splashed on me mischievously, making my already lost heart more shady. Mom, where are you?
Half an hour has passed. Why hasn't mom been seen? I was sweating anxiously. Waiting anxiously for & hellip; & hellip;
'so here you are! '
A voice came from my ear. It's mom!
With tears in my eyes, I ran to my mother, letting tears and rain soak my dressing room.
'you are driving me to death! '
'mom, I & hellip; & hellip; 'I can't speak.
'Oh! Why are you wet? Go home and change! Sit up and don't catch a cold! '
'well! My tears flowed down.
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Mom, the affection and love between us, I remember all my life!
Mom, I love you!
Thank you, mom. 450 words' if you can live, you must remember that I love you! '
This is a popular post on the Internet. An unknown mother supports the collapsed house with her weak back and takes care of the sleeping baby with her warm arms. The last last last message she left to her child on her deathbed is: 'dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you! '
When rescuers found out the mother was dead, she was crushed to death by the collapsed house. After clearing the ruins, she was found lying under her children. The child was carefully wrapped in a small quilt with a yellow flower and red bottom. He was about three or four months old. When he was found, he was unhurt and fell asleep quietly. When the rescue doctor opened the quilt for examination, he found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctors saw a written message: dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you! The mobile phone was passing on the scene, and everyone who saw the message was in tears.
Chen Jian, 26, is a native of xiuren, Anxian County, Mianyang City. After fighting death for 80 hours, he left us.
After 4:00 p.m. on May 15, Chen Jian had been supporting under the ruins for 73 hours. On the way, he wanted to give up his life many times, but he worried that his child would never have a father. His concern for his relatives aroused Chen Jian's desire for survival. It's getting dark. At 8:15, the rescuers are thundering with joy. Everyone shouts' out, out! But Chen Jian has already left us. You say that you don't want your child to be born without a father, but how can you be & hellip; & hellip; but you never let your son know that his son's father had aroused the desire for survival because he was afraid that his son would be born without a father, but I didn't expect that death was still so merciless.
In the disaster, how great and selfless family love is! It is said that my mother gave me blood to make me grow up, but my father gave me bone marrow to make me stand up.
Family affection gives me passion. I want to embrace and live warmly. Life is not difficult, as long as you work hard for it, you can get the life you want. Once, my mother hugged me, which stimulated my passion to play the piano. Music touched my heart. When I chose music, I chose a way of life. When mother's day comes, I play "mother's kiss" for my dear mother. Although not skilled, but closely linked to the heart of the mother.
Family love gives me strength. I will pursue my goal persistently and bravely. Not too many words, not too many blessings, but let me realize that father's heart, the back more let me sad. In my heart, my father is the person I adore. No matter how he looks or behaves, I can feel a great remorse. Every time, my father's ideological education always goes deep into my ears and acts as a driving force for me, even if his words are harsh and hard to accept. However, who knows how much affection it contains? In my father's eyes, I'm always a specious and careless' kid ', and I'm also a' tomboy 'without lofty ambition. But he can let me out of the predicament, this is what kind of power!
Family love gives me thinking, I want to be rational. No matter in life, or work, my parents can always give me the right way, so that I will not be bullied by classmates, will not be hated by classmates. I also gradually moved from childhood to a thinking person. Family love always makes me intoxicated. I used to fall asleep in my mother's arms and grow up under my father's education. I always accept love from my family, and I'm also 'intoxicated'.
Oh, family! An eye-catching word. If I remember correctly, there was a 14-year-old girl who quarreled with her mother over trivial matters and left home in a rage. She walked for a long time and saw a noodle stand in front of her. It was fragrant and hot. Then she felt hungry. But she felt all over her pocket and didn't even have a coin.
The owner of the noodle stand was a very kind old woman. When she saw her standing there, she asked, 'child, do you want to eat noodles? "But, but I don't have any money. 'she replied with some embarrassment. 'it doesn't matter. I'll treat you to it. '
My wife brought a bowl of wonton and a dish of vegetables. She is full of gratitude, just ate a few mouthfuls, tears suddenly fell down, have fallen on the bowl. 'what's the matter with you? 'asked the old woman with concern. 'I'm fine, I'm just grateful. 'she wiped her tears and said to the old woman, 'we don't know each other, and you are so kind to me. But what did my own mother do to me? I quarreled with her, but she drove me out and told me not to go back! '
The old woman listened and said calmly: 'son, why do you think so? If you think about it, I just cook a bowl of wonton for you. You are so grateful to me. Why don't you thank your mother for cooking for you for more than ten years? Why are you fighting with her? '
The girl was stunned. Sometimes, we will be 'grateful' for the small benefits given by others, but 'blind' to the lifelong kindness of our relatives.
Let's calm down and think about it. How many things have we done to our parents? There is true love in the world. It's true that in the past ten years of childhood, if they don't want you, they don't want you. If you make a mistake, they can abandon you even more. Why not? Because you are their closest person --- silent love is better than sound! The season is changing, the weather is changing, the constant is the love for family.
The flying snow engulfed the whole world. I moved on the path home alone, and my two stiff hands could not move. From a distance, it seems that there is a person moving in the endless snow. Isn't that the sick mother? I was overjoyed.
The sky is still crying, the big hand holding the small hand, the small hand holding the big hand, carelessly, I suddenly slipped on the cold ground, my mother carried me without saying a word.
Climbing on my mother's back, I feel really bad. Look carefully, I don't know when she has climbed a few wrinkles on her eyebrows, a pair of big eyes have become a pair of small eyes, the snow under her feet has become flat, and the lines of visible footprints are full of rich connotation. At that moment, my heart seems to have overturned the Wuwei bottle, and I don't know when I have shed tears.
People always want to grow up, in my memory, I rarely shed tears, because I think I should be strong life, but this time, I can not care so much, merciless tears still flow down. No, it's not heartless tears, it's sentimental tears, it's tears of remorse that I moved.
Tears, seemingly ordinary things have extraordinary significance. We should cherish our tears, family affection and parents' care. Our parents are scavengers of time, picking up our lost love and initial innocence behind us. In the eyes of our parents, if we pick up a piece of red leaf, she will have the happiness of the whole maple forest; if we swallow a mouthful of bitter water, it will fall into the boundless ocean.
The footprints, the tears, I will never forget. Cherish tears, cherish family, cherish maternal love, I am willing to repay my mother with my own practical action, let the flower of happiness quietly bloom in her heart, let her frown stretch. Family is always our safe haven. There are some unhappy things in it, but there are also many happy things that make you laugh and cry.
Today, let me give you an example! I remember that there was no adult in my family that day. I had to go home! "There is no tiger in the mountain, and the monkey is the king." so, I used my talons to reach out to the computer, but who knows that my little cousin, Chenchen, also wants to play with the computer. What can I do? As a result, a battle for computers began. Chenchen used his eighteen martial arts - crying, shouting, hugging, shouting, kicking, beating, throwing, stepping on & hellip; & hellip; with his reckless appearance, I was defeated. Who let the content of this page change from "read. 4" to "read. 4" hw.com.CN ”Push me for you, but I can't beat that little brat! So, I wrote my homework with a straight face, listening to the sound of keyboard tapping in the room, the sound of chuckling in the morning, I thought: hum! What's the big deal! When your mother comes back, I'll sue you, and next time you come to my house, you don't want to play. Hee hee! My aunt just came in and saw that I was doing my homework. Her face was full of spring breeze. But when she looked back and saw my little cousin's criminal behavior, she immediately changed from spring breeze to typhoon and said: 'morning, did you write your homework? How to play computer again? Chen Chen's legs softened when she heard her aunt's magic voice. Then she was caught by her aunt like an eagle catching a chicken. Ha ha ha, little bit, want to fight with me, you are still young, anyway, now there is no one at home, a spirit of not afraid of death let me go to the computer, just about to play, my mother came back, saw me playing the game, yelled 'what do you want to do'!!! 'let me have a unique idea in my heart' quick - escape! '。 You must have parents, you must have grandparents, or