Perhaps influenced by my father who loves playing chess, I was always distracted by the fight between squares when I was a child. My father is good at playing chess, but he never lets me play, so I fail again and again, and every time my mother hugs me with red eyes and says to my father, "Let her play, the child is still young." My father will put his big hand on my shoulder and say to me, "Son, nothing will make sense until you work hard." Before you succeed, you must accept failure! "Young I still can't fully understand my father's earnest words, but I can feel my father's heavy hand on my shoulder. Oh, growing up taught me to accept failure.
My mother always looks at me and sighs and says, "Hey, when will you grow up?" When I walked into the house wearing a group emblem and held my head high, my mother still said, "I am still a child." It was not until this happened that my mother smiled at me. The school is far from home, so I have to learn to ride a bike. I said to my mother, "If a person like me can learn to ride a bike, the earth will turn upside down!" " "Finally, in my Shake Song, an old lady with silver hair was knocked down by me. When I sent the old lady home with guilt, I realized that she was a lonely old man. I said, "I will come to see you often in the future." "I did, until now. Mother looked at me with relief. Oh, growing up taught me responsibility.
After finally learning to ride a bike (of course, the earth has not turned upside down), I went for an outing by bike in spring. When I was speeding up in high spirits, a harsh puncture swept away my interest. When I found that the ground was covered with glass slag and there was a garage not far away, I couldn't help but raise an anonymous fire. "Fix the car!" I rushed into the garage angrily, and a weak young man sat in the mud. I didn't know he was disabled until I repaired the car. He pushed away my hand that handed me the money, but said, "Be careful, some bottles were dropped in that car just now, and there may be glass slag along the way!" " "Oh, since the childhood taught me to trust others.
On the rest day, I was upset by the complicated homework, stopped my pen and walked out of the house.
There is a small park near my home, which has always been a good place for me to relieve fatigue. Dense clouds show that today is not a good day. Although it is spring, the air is still bleak, and the lingering chill lingers around. When did my world become so desolate?
Walking along the winding path, both trees have pulled out new branches. Side leakage breeds obliquely. It seems that this strange weather has not affected it. Or unwilling to give in to fate. There is a cherry blossom forest in front, which is my favorite place. It's April and cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Naturally, there are many people here who have the same interests as me. Different from my grief and indignation, everyone's face is filled with my strange smile, as if full of "love" smile? ! Cherry blossoms are elegant, spinning in the wind and falling in the crowd.
Such a poetic picture makes me want to explore further.
There are three iron swings beside the cherry tree. Many times, this is the world of children. At this time, there are two girls about seven or eight years old playing on the swing. One is swinging and the other is helping to push. The silvery laughter soothes my physical and mental fatigue; On the other side, there are teenagers sitting on the edge of the flower bed holding novels or cartoons; There are also some naughty boys running around the cherry trees, probably playing adventure games. Everyone is doing their own thing, conveying different joys. Suddenly, a couple attracted my eager curiosity.
The man is nearly forty years old, and his resolute face reveals a trace of satisfaction and pleasure. Unfortunately, his thin body is lying in a wheelchair at the moment, and his legs are covered with a patched blanket, which can no longer accommodate sewing. The woman next to her also smiled with relief. Her long hair was black and pink like a little silver toner ink. But it can still be seen that she once had beautiful black hair, but after years of baptism, it has lost its luster. The thin face clearly left traces of years. These clothes have been washed white. I know their life must be very difficult. What's more, even the head of the family has been sitting in a cold wheelchair. But why? Why do they have so many inexplicable smiles on their faces?
At present, two equally thin figures snuggle together. Hands crossed, unintentional grip. Maybe, I understand something.
A bright light came into my world. The bleak chill was gradually dispelled. My world is not deserted.
Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is rolling, like the eyes of many fish, and there is still a small piece of tofu in it, which is tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. The pot is on the "foreign stove" (kerosene does not blow the stove), and the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night and the house is very old. Although "foreign lights" were lit, it was still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The "foreign stove" is too high. My father often stands up, leans back slightly, stares at his eyes, reaches into chopsticks from the dense heat, picks up tofu and puts it in our pickles one by one. Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. This is not eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; As soon as I served, I looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from my father's chopsticks in the hot air.
One Sunday morning, I finished my homework and felt bored, so I asked my brother to play computer games with me. At the beginning, he seriously suggested to me: "Let's play a game and don't cheat!" I readily agreed.
Then, after my brother played a game, it was my turn. I probably don't think I have the cells to play games. Seeing that I was bored, I went outside to play. As expected, he was defeated in a short time. I was about to play another game, but I remembered my agreement with my brother. I didn't think it was appropriate, so I shouted, "Brother, I played a game. Come in! " "There is no response. I called several times, but my brother didn't come in. " Hey, don't fight for nothing, let's play a few more games! "I said to myself. Just as I was having fun, my brother came in and saw that I was still playing. He said angrily, "why are you still playing?" Do you play much? " "yes! "I didn't notice that he was angry. Suddenly, he called me names and I called him back. Not long after we swore at each other, he swore an ugly sentence, "You …" I was so angry that I couldn't help but burst into tears: "How can I have a younger brother like you? "When he saw me crying, he felt guilty and dared not say anything. I turned and ran away.
I threw myself on the bed and kept crying. Isn't it just to play games? Do you need this? I called him, but he was playing outside and didn't come in! On second thought, I was also at fault. I won't do this after a game! Thought of here, I have some regrets.
When it was time for lunch, my mother asked me to go downstairs for dinner. I have to dry my tears. My mother is the only one in the kitchen. She saw me and inexplicably asked, "Why are you crying?" "Where is it?" Mom smiled. "Your face is full of tears. The most obvious thing is that it turns red when you cry. Isn't your nose red now What's wrong? " I didn't expect my mother to know me so well, and I didn't say anything. I told the truth under my mother's repeated questioning. Mother was not angry and said kindly, "It doesn't matter. Family harmony is most important. You and your brother must apologize to each other. Come on, let's go find my brother. " My brother is coming. He knew what was going on and cried. Mother said, "All right! You are quick to apologize to each other! " "Sorry, I shouldn't have stolen the game." "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't scold you." "It doesn't matter!" In this way, a "family storm" subsided.
It was the strength of family that resolved the misunderstanding between my brother and me. Mom is right, family harmony is the most important thing. What a painful thing it is to have no affection.
I looked at a tree opposite the window. A big bird was feeding some birds with a bug it had just caught, and I suddenly thought of my mother.
I remember when I was a child, when I was four or five years old, I was still lying in the cradle. My mother was rocking the cradle while making lasagna, humming "Dongfanghong". I remember breast-feeding when I was about to go to school, and beating in my mother's arms when I graduated from primary school. Mother said, "This child has the best life. He didn't suffer. He grew up in my arms. Unlike his brother, he grew up on the ground. "
I remember I followed my mother until I went to primary school. My mother went to the mountain to cut wood, took me to the mountain, let me sit in an open space, get some branches to fight mosquitoes, and then cut wood by myself. She always calls me occasionally. He said there were wild animals in the mountains, and I was afraid of getting hurt. My mother asked me to sit and not let me go, lest I get lost. When I came home, my mother got a firewood on my back. She said, "It's like a boy!" "When you meet an adult on the road, you will praise me:" Hey! Xiao Haizi's chopping wood in Xiao Jiu is so useful! "Mom always laughs happily at this time, and her heart must be very sweet! My mother often teaches me to read when I am free on rainy days. My mother has only been in primary school for a few years and can only teach me simple words. My mother first taught me to write my own name, and then taught me to write the names of my whole family. My mother also taught me to count, from one to ten, and then to one hundred. My mother asked me to call her back and count. In this way, I finished my preschool education at home!
Mother loves face and doesn't like visiting relatives. She is afraid of losing face because of poverty and being looked down upon by others. Mother is smart, and complicated neighborhood relations can always be handled properly. Mother is a peacemaker in the neighborhood. Anyone quarrels with her. Mother has a pair of skillful hands. When we were young, we always dressed as Merlot made by our mother. I remember when I was a child, people often praised us for wearing beautiful shoes.
When I was thinking about my mother, I suddenly remembered Freud and what he called "Oedipus Complex". I think I do have an Oedipus complex. I remember being hospitalized once, and I had to ask my parents to sign before the operation. I was lying in the hospital bed, anxiously looking forward to my mother's arrival. I feel like I'm dying, just waiting for my mother to see me for the last time. Until noon, my mother finally came. Seeing my mother, my heart immediately settled down. During the operation, I watched the doctor's scissors dangling over my head and listened to the sound of my skin being torn. I'm not scared at all. Although I almost fainted in pain, I know I won't die because my mother is outside the operating room. When I called my mother, I could hear her crying and responding: "It's okay, I'm not afraid, my mother is here"! Finally, the terrible operation is over. At the door of the operating room, I lay on the mobile operating bed and saw my mother's face full of tears. My mother has been with me since the operation. In that horrible week, I became warm because of my mother. When I left the hospital, I even missed it.
Mom is great, and I am very happy. I have two great mothers in this world. One is my mother who gave me life and nurtured my growth, and the other is my mother-in-law who gave me strength and spiritual support. My mother was pregnant in October, and with the first cry, a little me came to heaven and earth. "Mom" was the first sentence I shouted. She is so sacred in my heart. She lives in the countryside and has raised four daughters. She is one of the millions of working people in China. She always devotes her great love to her daughters. Mom is very hardworking. From the day I can remember, my mother was always busy. In order to feed her daughter, dress warmly and go to school with peace of mind, she gets up before dawn every day to cook. We went to school, dad went to work, and the burden of the family was on her alone. In poor and backward rural areas, housework is very heavy. She paid for us without complaint or regret. Mom is very kind. As my father is a teacher, there is not much arable land at home. Whenever the farm is busy, she always helps her uncle's family and neighbors look after the children. As long as they come to my house, they will occupy our sister's position in my mother's heart. Mother gave them our only candy, gave them our only doll to play with, told them stories and sang songs. At that time, I didn't understand why my mother was so kind to those children who had nothing to do with her. Mother's kindness has won the trust of all adults and the dependence of all children. Mom is wise. In the eighties and nineties of last century, feudal thoughts still bound the thoughts of rural people. Mother can break the old shackles and resolutely decide to let our sisters go out of the countryside to farm through study. All four daughters go to school, and tuition is the biggest problem. Dad's salary alone can't afford it. Wise mother planted vines in the garden at home, grafted and sold saplings in spring, and harvested and sold fruits in autumn, which helped dad solve his financial difficulties and made us have no worries in learning and forge ahead on the road of learning. Mom gave her all this for us, but no one around us took care of her. I know she always thinks of us, and she will look forward to our return every holiday. My mother is great. At the mention of her, tears will come to my eyes. Through glittering and translucent tears, I seem to see my mother's white hair increase one by one. Today's mother, who is 60 years old, should be gratified. Under her education, all four daughters have gone out of the black land of the countryside through study and have their own careers and families. However, she worked so hard that she felt uncomfortable all over. In order to let her enjoy her family, we bought a house for her parents in town. But she is still attached to the countryside. Every year after the spring blossoms, she will return to the countryside to run her own vineyard, breathe the fresh air in the countryside and enjoy the fun brought by nature. My wedding was miraculously chosen on Mother's Day in 2004. That day was happy for me, but incomparable maternal love gave birth to my sadness. Accompanied by the crisp voice of the host and the exciting singing voice of a mother,