A touching story about maternal love
Yi's mother and her baby sleeping in the cradle were buried in the ruins. Fortunately, neither the mother nor the son was injured. The mother held the child tightly in her arms, waiting for help. Two days passed, and the child ate the last two drops of his mother's milk, and his crying gradually weakened. Desperate mother touched the knitting needle in the dark and was ecstatic: my child has been saved. In an instant, this ordinary mother made the greatest choice in the world. She wanted to feed her children with her own blood. She pricked her finger with a knitting needle and let the child suck her own blood to live. Mother's life is almost exhausted in the difficult predicament of being unable to move without water, things and light, but she knows she can't die. Once she dies, the blood will stop flowing and her children will die. A week later, when rescuers searched for the child's crying and pulled open the ruins, they were all stunned by what they saw: the exhausted mother closed her eyes peacefully after seeing her child rescued. She is pale and has a blood hole on each finger. Become a doctor
I lived for seven days without drinking or bleeding, which is the great power of maternal love. Because she thinks the child's life is more precious than her own,
Leaving the chance of life to children, we have to think that we praise maternal love in order to love our mother, our parents and honor them. In our
In our life, our parents will accompany us to the old age. In our life, parents' love is always greater than our love for parents. I believe we will be more filial to our parents, accompany them and let them spend their happy old age!
Chapter two: Six tearful maternal love stories.
Six tearful maternal love stories
The first story happened in a desert area in Qinghai Province, west of China, where there was an extreme shortage of water.
The water used by residents here is transported from far away by military vehicles of the garrison, and each person can only use 3 kilograms of water every day. People can't live without water, and livestock can't live without water.
One day, a loyal and honest cow was very thirsty. She broke free from the reins and ran to the road where the water truck had to pass, waiting for the arrival of the military vehicle. Finally, the navy car arrived, and the cow rushed to the road with incredible discrimination, and the military vehicle suddenly stopped.
The cow stood in front of the car in silence, refusing to move a step in reprimanding the driver. Five minutes later, the two sides are still deadlocked. Soldiers carrying water have encountered cows blocking water before, but they are not as stubborn as this cow.
People and cattle are wasting away like this, and finally there is a traffic jam. The driver tried every means to drive the cow away, but the cow refused to go. Later, the owner of the cow came, and the angry owner raised his whip and severely whipped the thin cow. The cow was beaten and cried, but it still refused to get out of the way. Blood seeped out, dyed the whip red, and the harsh bleating of cattle was particularly tragic in the silent desert.
The water truck on the side cried, and so did the driver. Finally, the water truck said, "Let me break the rules once, and I am willing to accept a punishment." He took out half a basin of water from the waterwheel-just about 3 Jin-and put it in front of the cow. Unexpectedly, the cow didn't drink the water that she killed, but looked up at the sunset and seemed to be calling something.
At this time, a calf ran behind the sand not far away. The injured cow watched lovingly as the calf drank greedily, sticking out its tongue and licking its eyes. The calf also licked the cow's eyes.
In silence, people saw the tears in the eyes of cows and calves, and many people present could not help but shed tears of excitement.
Before the owner shouted, in silence, they turned their heads and walked slowly back.
The second story happened in the Yellow Sea. Eating fish is a common custom there.
Once, a fellow villager bought some live catfish from the market and cooked them alive in a cauldron as usual. He watched the fish jump around in boiling water, poked his head out in despair and took a big breath in the air.
But one of the fish is different. She didn't struggle, nor did she instinctively lean out of the water. Instead, put your head and tail at the bottom of the hot pot and try your best to keep your abdomen out of the water.
The villagers looked at all this curiously and wondered. He tried to help the catfish get its head out of the water with chopsticks, but she soon recovered. The water gradually boiled away, and the catfish's head and
The tail has been burnt by the high-temperature iron pot, but the stomach has remained basically unchanged.
After taking the fish out of the pot, the fellow villager couldn't wait to break the "stupid fish" to see what happened to her. Snow-white belly like a curtain, revealing clouds of transparent fish eggs as big as rice grains.
The whole family was dumbfounded. It is said that they did not dare to bite the fish in the pot, but sent it into the sea like a funeral. When the news spread, the villagers were amazed, and some even cried. Since then, cooking live fish has disappeared there.
The third story happened in the difficult period of three years of natural disasters.
This story is the personal experience of an old farmer. After three years of natural disasters, the old farmer was short of food. Therefore, he often uses traps to catch wild animals, and sometimes he also catches small animals such as foxes and weasels. One morning, when he went to collect the clip, he saw a weasel caught in the clip. He was shocked when he picked it up. He only has a weasel skin in his hand. Obviously, after the weasel was trapped in the trap, with a strong instinct for survival, she reluctantly took off her shell and fled. He thought that the weasel without skin must have died somewhere not far away. So he followed the blood and found the hole where the weasel was hiding in the river ditch.
When he dug it out, he was shocked by what he saw: a litter of little weasels that had not opened their eyes were lying on the stiff female weasel, sucking the milk of the female weasel.
The farmer looked at this tragic scene and was deeply shocked. He was immersed in the pain of self-blame for a long time. Finally, he put the weasel's skin on the female weasel and hid the hole with earth before leaving sadly.
Since then, the old farmer has never caught wild animals again.
The fourth story happened in Tangshan earthquake.
A mother and son were deeply crushed under the rubble, and the mother was stuck in cement, but she tried her best to protect her seven-month-old baby.
A few days later, when rescuers dug a hole to find them, the mother was dead and the baby still had his index finger in his mouth. It turns out that the mother has been painstakingly delaying the child's life with milk. When the milk was sucked dry, she bit off her finger and let the child live with her own blood, but she died of excessive blood loss.
The fifth story happened in a cable car accident in a tourist area.
The cable of the cable car suddenly broke and the cable car fell from the air at a height of 1 10 meters.
When the cable car landed, a young mother instinctively held her two-year-old son in her arms, regardless of the strong impact on her body. She protected her son with the cushion of her arms. When the medical staff arrived, the mother was dead, but her arms were still holding her crying son.
This touching scene made everyone present burst into tears.
The sixth story takes place in eastern Europe.
13-year-old daughter always feels that her mother's humble position makes her unable to lift her head in front of others. Although the mother is busy and hard all day, she cannot make her daughter happy.
In February 2002, in order to make her daughter happy, her mother took her daughter skiing in the Alps. On the way to skiing, the mother and daughter got lost due to inexperience and suffered a terrible avalanche.
The mother and daughter struggled in the snow-capped mountains for two days and two nights. They saw the helicopter that came to search for them several times, but they couldn't find it because they were wearing silver-gray ski suits.
Finally, my daughter fainted because of fatigue. When she woke up, she found herself lying in the hospital and her mother was dead. The doctor told her that her mother saved her life.
It turned out that in order for the helicopter to see them, the mother cut her own artery, crawled in the snow, and dyed a piece of snow with her own blood. Finally, mother's attempt succeeded and the helicopter found them. These six stories are ostensibly about other animals and people, but in fact they are showing the past of each of us. In the cycle of life and death, we are born in six ways countless times. When we were children, countless mothers, whether animals or people, cared and cared for us with their lives, just like the mothers in these six stories.