I have heard three stories of "bloody maternal love" in my life, which strongly shocked my heart and branded the word "great maternal love" deeply in my heart.
When the insider cut in line, an old farmer told me a story about a weasel skinning and feeding her children: during three years of difficulties, his family often couldn't find food. Fortunately, he can set traps and occasionally catch foxes and weasels. One morning, he went to collect the clip and saw that the clip caught a weasel. He was shocked when he picked it up. Just a piece of skin in his hand, the weasel peeled it off and ran away. It's unbelievable if you didn't see it with your own eyes. He thought that the weasel without skin must have died somewhere not far away so that the family could have food. So he searched along the blood and found the hole where the weasel was hiding in the river ditch. When he dug it out, he was shocked by the scene in front of him: a nest of seven or eight little weasels that had not opened their eyes were licking their nipples on the skinned and stiff female weasel. He stood for a long time, put the skin on the female weasel, and then turned away sadly.
Since then, the old farmer has stopped trapping animals. After listening to this story, I can't bear to watch the villagers kill the mother beast. Once, I took out all the money in my pocket, bought the muntjac from the landlord and put it back in the forest.
Another story was heard on a business trip and has been told for more than 20 years. A burly Tangshan man told me a story about a mother who lost her finger and shed tears in order to feed her child on the train. In Tangshan earthquake, a mother and son were deeply crushed under the rubble, and half of their mother's body was stuck by a cement board. The baby of seven or eight months is safe and sound under her. A few days later, when rescuers dug a hole and approached the mother and son, the mother had just swallowed her last breath, and the baby still had her index finger in her mouth. She picked up the child and found that the index finger was only half. It turns out that the mother has been delaying the child's life with the milk in distress, and the milk has been sucked dry. She tried her best to bite off her finger and let the child live with blood.
At night, the train sped on the Yuan Ye in the north, accompanied by the clatter of wheels, which made it difficult for me to fall asleep. The story of Tangshan man's "bloody maternal love" has been lingering in my mind. I think of a woman in my neighborhood, who is also my primary school classmate. One summer, her three-year-old son was playing by the fried dough sticks stand on the roadside. At the moment when the oil pan fell, she blocked the boiling oil with her body. Only one leg of the child was burned, but half of his face was broken. Since then, her husband has gradually become disgusted, and she herself has fallen into endless pain. At this time, I really want to go to her and tell her the story of "bloody maternal love" and tell her that "you are a great and beautiful woman".
Later, I told this story to her as I wished, and also to her husband. She cried, and so did he. Later, she loved him as always.
The third story was read in a magazine not long ago. In Eastern Europe, there are emotional cracks between mothers and daughters. 13-year-old daughter always feels that her mother's humble position makes her unable to lift her head in front of others. Mother is busy all day, working hard, and can't make her daughter happy. In February 2002, the mother invited her daughter to ski in the Alps, of course, to make her happy. During skiing, mother and son got lost due to inexperience and suffered a terrible avalanche. The mother and daughter struggled in the snowy mountains for two days and two nights, and several times they saw the helicopter that came to search for them. Because they were wearing silver-gray ski suits, it was difficult to be found. Finally, my daughter fainted because of physical exhaustion, and when she woke up, she found herself lying in the hospital, and her mother was no longer alive. The doctor told her that her mother saved her life. It turned out that it was the mother who cut the artery and crawled in the snow, dyeing a piece of snow with her own blood, and the helicopter found the target.
I told this "bloody maternal love" story to a relative. Two days later, the relative made a decision to dedicate one of his kidneys to his daughter suffering from uremia. Before the operation, I copied a passage from Bing Xin's old man to her: "Women are weak and mothers are great" to express my high respect and best wishes to her.
After the operation was successful, another mother performed a great story of "bloody maternal love".
Bing Xin also said: "If there were no women in the world, the world would lose at least five tenths of truth, six tenths of goodness and seven tenths of beauty." Yes, the world is so bright and colorful because of women, mothers and maternal love.
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An American war correspondent who came back from Vietnam showed MBA students a film he actually shot on the battlefield: in the picture, a group of people were fleeing, and suddenly there was the sound of machine guns firing in the distance, and small figures fell down. After the performance, he asked the students what they saw. "What a bloody killing picture!" Without saying anything, he shook the film back and played it again, pointing to one of the characters: "Look! Everyone fell down at the same time, only this one fell slowly, and instead of falling forward, he squatted down slowly ... "See the students still don't understand. He actually twitched: "After the gunfight, I took a closer look and found a young mother with a child in her arms. Before being shot, she squatted down slowly for fear of hurting her youngest son. She is enduring death.
"endure not to die!" What a great mother!
In fact, there are many more people who have maternal love in the world. Every living thing has a great maternal love! Scientists visiting South America often see thousands of penguins standing in the same direction in snowstorms. What makes them so neatly in the same direction? After careful observation, the team members finally found that there was a furry little thing in front of every big penguin. It turns out that they are a group of great mothers, guarding the children in front of them. Because their bellies are too round to be higher than the chicks, they have to use their bodies to resist the biting cold wind.
What a great group of growing mothers!