Mother told me that the meteor was me. That night, she cried. It was tears of joy and happiness when she became a mother for the first time. Mother made a beautiful wish to the meteor: she wanted to be the most caring mother in the world, and she wanted her daughter to be the happiest person in the world. My mother accompanied me through fourteen spring and autumn periods, during which there were difficulties and hardships, happiness and joy, and my mother always kept her promise. In the face of setbacks and misfortunes, she dragged me with the greatest maternal love. Fourteen years, more than five thousand days and nights. I can't forget my mother's anxious face when I was sick; I can't forget my mother's encouraging eyes when I encounter obstacles; I can't forget my mother's happy eyes when I make progress. My smile makes her happy, my sadness annoys her, my peace makes her silent, and my haste makes her uneasy. I understand that my existence is very important to her. I know that I live between her daily hard work and running, between her tears and sweat, and between her countless sorrows and joys. ....................................................................................................................................................
Time has passed, and I am fourteen years old. Although I am not smart, I am still smart, which makes my mother very satisfied. Mothers love their children like all mothers in the world. May 1 1 is Mother's Day. When I stood in front of my mother with a bunch of carnations, my mother's eyes were full of tears, and this time it was tears of relief. My mother has lost her youth and beauty, and you are still young. You are my greatest pride. I pray for you and bless you. It is your greatness that has brought me constant maturity!
At night, it is still surprisingly quiet. I stood in front of the window, and the evening breeze blew over my face, feeling very comfortable. Suddenly, a big bright meteor flashed across the sky. I closed my hands and made a wish to the meteor: May the meteor bring my blessing to my mother, and may all the mothers in the world have a good dream and a safe life!
That's mother's love
Spring flowers and autumn fruits fly in fourteen years. Past joys and sorrows are the first taste of life. Tracing back to the source, who gave me life, who taught me, who inspired me and who gave me joy? The figure flashed, and there was only one person-my mother. Looking back on meditation, my heart is surging.
It's maternal love. That is a wintersweet, standing patiently in the snow. Otherwise, how could my mother be pregnant in October, protect her stomach like a treasure, endure the terrible pain and call me into this world? Father often travels on business, and mother is alone. I still hold the baby in one hand and two thermos bottles in the other, shouldering the burden of taking care of the task and life, and step by step walk to the dormitory on the third floor of the unit, giving me meticulous care while working. Although this memory is vague, once it is mentioned, my heart is like a river, and tears are pouring down my eyes. Yes, I remember.
At that time, my mother's love was a cup of green tea, which was bitter and clear after drinking for a long time. Otherwise, how could my mother take the trouble to correct my mistakes and my heart, preferring resentment rather than accommodation? I'm new here, I don't understand human feelings, and sometimes I will be willful. It's my mother, who always told me: You must finish your full meal, and you must also finish the whole grains on the table, and cherish the grain; Don't buy useless toys and school tools, be frugal; You can play after finishing your homework and arrange it reasonably; Be considerate and kind to others ... I don't know how many times I have had trouble, but once I cried together, but these lessons really seem to be "bitter medicine" today, which will benefit me for life.
At that time, my mother's love was a meter of sunshine, which dispelled the dark clouds and made people speechless. Otherwise, how can my mother always appear when I am sad and lost, holding my hand to comfort me and make me smile again? I have been in primary school for a long time, and the more contacts I have, the more troubles I have: cowardice, being criticized by teachers, quarreling with friends, failing exams ... My mother has always been my strong backing. On the road by the river, we left a bumpy footprint that we walked hand in hand. The world is so big, but the mother's light can shine at once. Everywhere like a shadow.
At that time, my mother's love was a handful of litchi, pure and sweet, sweet and gratifying. Otherwise, how can my mother happily hold my arm and always want to make me happy and get the best? The days away from home are bitter and bitter. When I wake up in the morning, I often smell the fragrance. I turned to the bed and saw the sachet sent by my mother. In the meantime, I look forward to enrichment, and I miss you. The phone call to be caring and attentive, the delicious bread ... It's very intimate to go home on weekends. Sometimes my mother is like a child than me, and she doesn't give me anything that is "stingy" anymore; I also grew up, a little taller than my mother, and learned a lot of knowledge and ways to live. But in each other's eyes, it is eternal love.
At that time, my mother's love was stronger than the wind and cloud, longer than the four seasons, and condensed into a wonderful flower that bloomed in my life and extended to the horizon. Mountains and valleys, water and dry land, they are everywhere. How to calculate? How to return it? Only with them, with their maternal love, will we resolutely go all the way and walk the beautiful scenery of life and the other side of success together!
I put my hands together devoutly, full of gratitude and prayer-
mother ...
Motherly love is like Buddha
Once upon a time, there was a young man and his mother who lived in poverty.
Later, because of their distress, young people fell in love with seeking immortals and worshipping Buddha. The mother saw her son nagging and doing nothing at home. She tried to persuade him several times, but the young man ignored his mother's words, even regarded her as an obstacle to becoming an immortal, and sometimes spoke ill of her.
One day, the young man was told that there was a monk on a distant mountain. He couldn't help admiring him, so he wanted to ask the monk how to become a Buddha. But he was afraid that his mother would stop him, so he secretly ran away from home without telling his mother.
He waded through mountains and rivers, and finally found a monk on the mountain. The monk received him warmly. During the dinner, after listening to his account, the monk was silent for a long time. When he asked the monk about Buddhism, the monk said, "If you want to become a Buddha, I can show you the way. After eating, you immediately go down the mountain and walk all the way home. Whenever someone opens the door for you barefoot, this person is your so-called Buddha. As long as you serve him with your heart and worship him as a teacher, what is the difficulty of becoming a Buddha? "
Hearing this, the young man was overjoyed, kowtowed to the monk and went down the mountain happily.
On the first day, he lived in a farmhouse. When the host opened the door for him, he looked carefully and found that the host was not barefoot.
The next day, he stayed in a rich family in a city, and no one opened the door for him barefoot. He couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.
On the third and fourth day ... he walked all the way and stayed countless times, but he never met the barefoot man mentioned by the monk. He began to doubt the monk's words. Almost to his home, he was completely disappointed. At dusk, he didn't stay, but rushed home overnight. It was midnight when I got home. Exhausted, he knocked at the door with difficulty. Mother's old and frightened voice came from the room: "Who is it?"
"I, your son." He replied in dismay.
Soon, the door opened and his gaunt mother called his name and pulled him into the room. Mother looked at him with tears in her eyes by the light.
At this time, he lowered his head and suddenly found his mother standing barefoot on the cold ground!
In a flash, the light flashed, and he remembered the monk's words and suddenly understood everything.
The young man burst into tears and sat down in front of his mother.
angel
Angel.
In my impression, angels have pure and noble wings. She was plain, with a shiny aperture on her head and a harp in her hand, pacing back and forth in heaven. Before I was born, her arms were my cradle, and she sang lightly. She only sang songs for me, and her songs only attached to me. It is speculated that this may be the first memory of human beings.
I don't like calling her an angel. This name is too childish. She's not like this. In her mind, she has the beauty of an adult. Her gentleness and romance make her more beautiful than any other angel.
She is my patron saint. She taught me to eat, read and write ... She taught me to grow up, she taught me to be grateful, she taught me how to love others, and more importantly, she taught me how to be an angel.
She said that every angel evolved from angels, and every angel has a pure and happy heart. She also wants me to be simple and happy. This is the best way for me to repay her-to be her naive angel. She said, maybe one day, I will not just be happy in ignorance, but learn to think deeply, which implies that I have entered the primary stage of evolution. Maybe all my thoughts are superficial, but she still supports me, my heart and all my ideas. But I can't bear to have fun. I will have some "bad ideas" and try to go back to the past. My angel won't stop me from doing this, but she also began to instill all kinds of philosophy and wisdom into me, which made me taste that deep beauty for the first time.
My angel, my patron saint, will stay with me until the feathers on her wings fall off, so she will pass on the aura to me and continue this sacred and great task. And she has white hair, her voice is no longer loud, and her most beautiful face has turned into dead leaves, but she still stands in the dim light and stares at me, watching me give birth to another angel, her gentleness.
My angel, my patron saint and my mother. ...
Motherly love never ends.
Xiaoyun is an orphan. His father kicked his mother out of the house early, and later his father died in a car accident. When he was a naive child, he was full of curiosity about everything. He habitually asks why one by one, and habitually imitates others. His every move is full of innocence.
Soon, Xiaoyun should go to middle school. Although his childishness has gradually disappeared, he still has a strong curiosity about everything. And often imitate the behavior of others.
Some students around him are smoking and drinking, and some students are fighting. So he wants to know why they like it so much. Is it wonderful? He really wants to try it himself, but he still hesitates because he knows that smoking and drinking are against discipline. He lingered for a long time, but finally he couldn't resist the temptation of curiosity and tried it quietly. So he soon became one of them. My grades also plummeted and I began to be tired of learning.
The formation of these bad habits finally made him step out of the quiet campus early. There are not many teenagers. He is seriously ill and needs a kidney transplant. It is very difficult to find a suitable match. Where can there be such a candidate in the vast sea of people? Xiaoyun had to face the pain of illness and the approaching of death. Finally, with the help of many good people, the problem of money was finally solved. The surgical work in the hospital is also in preparation, but no suitable candidate and suitable matching have been found.
The pain forced Xiaoyun to be hospitalized again. He has been in a coma. One day, the hospital suddenly heard that the match was found and the operation could finally be carried out.
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The operation was a great success. A few months have passed, and Xiaoyun can recover and leave the hospital. Under his repeated questioning, the doctor told him the truth, and it was probably his biological mother who donated the kidney, because only his mother's kidney would match him so well.
His mother came here with a serious illness and risked her life. Unexpectedly, my mother died of weakness and excessive blood loss before the operation was completed. The doctor told Xiaoyun that before her mother died, she was still obsessed with her long-lost son.
On the Yuan Ye, a lonely grave and a sad cry of a son resounded through the sky.
Sacred maternal love
"... when rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, you can see her dead posture, kneeling on the ground, crawling forward with her whole upper body, supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body has been crushed and deformed ... Rescuers reached in through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead and her child was lying under her body. Small quilt wrapped in red flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. He was not injured because of the protection of his mother's body. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face makes everyone present feel very warm ... ","There is a mobile phone in the quilt that wraps the child, and a short message is written on the screen "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you! "
After reading this report, I can no longer control my feelings and can't cry. I know there are too many touching stories and pictures in the earthquake, and this great mother shocked my heart.
I don't know how many people will cry because of this mother's deeds, but I know that this child is lucky, and his mother gave him a second life! Perhaps, in the dream, he thought his mother was hugging him with warm arms, and he was still mumbling a lullaby of' Baby, go to sleep'.
This great mother, we can imagine how reluctant she is to leave, and she has not had time to see her children saved; As a new mother, she hasn't had time to feel the joy of her child calling her mother for the first time, and she hasn't come to see her smiling face again ... She must be very painful when she edited that last message.
Bless the children who are still in infancy to grow up safely! Pay tribute to this great mother! ! !
There is an ingredient in medicine called maternal love.
"... when rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, you can see her dead posture, kneeling on the ground, crawling forward with her whole upper body, supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body has been crushed and deformed ... Rescuers reached in through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead and her child was lying under her body. Small quilt wrapped in red flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. He was not injured because of the protection of his mother's body. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face makes everyone present feel very warm ... ","There is a mobile phone in the quilt that wraps the child, and a short message is written on the screen "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you! "
After reading this report, I can no longer control my feelings and can't cry. I know there are too many touching stories and pictures in the earthquake, and this great mother shocked my heart.
I don't know how many people will cry because of this mother's deeds, but I know that this child is lucky, and his mother gave him a second life! Perhaps, in the dream, he thought his mother was hugging him with warm arms, and he was still humming a lullaby of' Baby, go to sleep'.
This great mother, we can imagine how reluctant she is to leave, and she has not had time to see her children saved; As a new mother, she hasn't had time to feel the joy of her child calling her mother for the first time, and she hasn't come to see her smiling face again ... She must be very painful when she edited that last message.
Bless the children who are still in infancy to grow up safely! Pay tribute to this great mother! ! !
Motherly love for thousands of years
Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander."
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.
Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light;
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.
When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.
Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!
Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years.
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why steam! " The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled. When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Crying hands caress when you answer doubt. " Sad, sad, sad voice, it makes people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune.
Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.
With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.
Nowadays, we give our mothers more connotations.
We compare our motherland to the mother who raised hundreds of millions of children in China. We are sincere to her and share life and death. For thousands of years, thousands of children ran for help and died generously for the suffering motherland. They spilled blood on the earth, in the green mountains and green waters of the motherland, holding on to the souls of thousands of children in Qian Qian!
We compare the earth to a mother, who has raised all the people in the world. When we look at this beautiful planet from space, we will think that she nurtures all things in the world with deep maternal love, and also makes human beings no longer feel lonely in boundless space.
Let's unfold the long scroll of years, brush away the dust of history, feel the true feelings in this world and interpret the lingering maternal love. The cantata and compulsion between pavilions on the high platform have gradually faded away, and the prosperity of the past has disappeared into oblivion. Only the love of loving mothers has passed through thousands of years of time and space!
It is history that endows maternal love with eternal depth, and it is true feelings that endow children with deep attachment to their mothers.
Let's give more care to our mothers, and let's say "safe life" to mothers all over the world!