I have been with my mother for more than ten years, and I am deeply cared for by her every year. I think it is really happy to grow up like this. Mom is not beautiful, at least not now. Two sunken eyes, a pale head of hair, and the wrinkles carved by the knife made me feel very sad.

The world in my impression is always vague, but in this misty mirage, I clearly remember that my mother lived in the hospital twice. The first time was on my 10 birthday. Not long after the Spring Festival, my mother was hospitalized, pale and gaunt, and she had to be helped when walking. It happens that my birthday is shortly after the Spring Festival. On my tenth birthday, I looked sadly at the empty front door. I was the only one left at home, and my father went to take care of my mother. I ate at my neighbor's house with wronged tears in my eyes. It's still so gloomy outside, just like my mood. The wind in early spring is still like a biting knife, which makes people shudder.

I sat alone in front of the door in a daze. There is a bicycle riding, and there is a man sitting on the seat. Thin white clothes are floating in the wind, like the feeling of a fairy coming down to earth. Young cyclists struggled to ride against the wind. Obviously, they are riding in this direction, and the young people have no strength. I even saw his sweat clearly. In this weather, he only wore a shirt, which aroused my interest. I have been watching them "walk" like this. I couldn't resist the cold wind blowing on my face and went in. Just as I entered the room to open the door, they stopped at my door and I turned my head. ...

My father is wiping his sweat with his sleeves, and my mother is staggering in the back seat. Finally, I leaned on my father's back. I was so excited that I ran to "pick up" my mother, completely forgetting to observe her bloodless face and helping her into the house. My father parked his car by the door and came in.

My father carefully helped my mother sit down. "Congratulations, son, happy birthday!" In this way, my father gave me a beautiful box. I danced with excitement, and then I looked at my mother quietly. She leaned quietly against her father, pale, thin, listless and decadent.

"children ... children!" I coughed before I finished. My father quickly took out a towel and covered my mother's mouth. It took a long time to stop. Father gently took the towel away. I don't understand what this means! I don't understand! Just care about me. ...

My mother always fainted, so my father quickly picked up my mother, opened the door and left my handkerchief. I stayed there, my mind was empty, probably the north wind whistling outside. Why else would it be so rampant? The north wind! Why don't you blow this bloody handkerchief away, too? ...

"Your mother is not feeling well, so she shouldn't wear too many clothes. She was afraid that you wouldn't have your birthday, so she sneaked out. If I had known this, I shouldn't have let her fool around ... "My father was sitting outside the operating room, covering his head and feeling ashamed. ...

Mom! In fact, it is such a simple stroke, but it is also translating a myth. Each of us grew up in a lovely compulsory insurance and grew up under the care of our mother. They gave us too much.

(narrative)

You Shuxiang loves national conditions.

The history of the Chinese nation is profound and has a long history, which makes every Chinese people feel sincerely proud. In the long years of 5,000 years, the world has experienced vicissitudes and dynasties have changed, from ancient legends to Wen Ming in Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties; From the Spring and Autumn Period to the Qin, Han, Wei and Jin Dynasties; From sixteen countries to the southern and northern dynasties; From Sui, Tang and Five Dynasties to Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties ... In the long river of history, the Chinese nation never stopped fighting and created countless brilliant achievements with its strong hands. What recorded this beautiful historical moment for us? It is a book, a book with ancient historical rings, ink fragrance and historical fragrance!

Throughout history, thousands of years of ups and downs have turned into words and become eternal memories.

Shen Kuo's Meng Qian Bi Tan is one of them. It records the outstanding contributions of the working people in science and technology and his own research results in detail, and reflects the brilliant achievements of natural science in ancient China, especially in the Northern Song Dynasty. Covering astronomy, calendar, meteorology, geology, geography, physics, chemistry, biology, agriculture, water conservancy, architecture, medicine, history, literature, art, personnel, military affairs, law and many other fields, it is praised by modern people as "the coordinate in the history of science in China".

Our country has not only made outstanding contributions in science, but also made great achievements in medicine! Li Shizhen's Compendium of Materia Medica can prove this point. Compendium of Materia Medica was compiled by Li Shizhen, a great physician in Ming Dynasty in China, for 29 years, and it is the crystallization of Li Shizhen's painstaking efforts for more than 30 years. There are 52 volumes, including 1892 kinds of drugs, and the recipient is 1 1096 prescription. It is a precious heritage in China's medical treasure house and is known as the "encyclopedia of oriental medicine", which has had a great influence on modern science and medicine.

China is a country of poetry, and the Tang Dynasty is the peak of China's poetry. Poetry is the highest representative of literature at that time, which has become a solid and important part of China traditional literature and a beautiful landscape of Chinese civilization. In terms of poems and songs, we in China also enjoy a certain position. This book is one of the best anthologies of China's Tang poems, a famous reader for hundreds of years, a long-term mystery in China's cultural history, and an outstanding masterpiece in the golden age of poetry.

Whether it is Shen Kuo's Meng Qian Bi Tan or Li Shizhen's Compendium of Materia Medica; Whether it is Sun Zhu's 300 Tang Poems or Confucius' The Analects; Whether it is Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" or Qu Yuan's "Li Sao"; Whether it's Lin Qingxuan's "Redwood" or Zhu Ziqing's "The Back" ... there's nothing in them that doesn't record the brilliant achievements and beautiful quality of the Chinese nation.

Today, Shenzhou 5, Shenzhou VI and Shenzhou VII have successively gone to heaven; Last year, the Olympic Games was also held in China. Manufacturing in China has become more and more common ... The development of science and technology in China is entering a new era! Although the United States is now the largest power, it has a history of only a few hundred years, while China with a long history has a cultural foundation of 5,000 years. I believe that with everything created by the ancients and the rapid development of science and technology in China, China is taking off!

Shuxiang Whether you can enjoy them depends on your own thoughts, but you have perception and no happiness.

Taste the book, stroll the book. Whether in prose, essays or essays, you can often see sentences describing situations. Whenever this time, I will not hesitate to be in the realm of the article and feel with the author's mood-feel the author's joy, feel the author's discrete sadness, feel the author's resentment and depression ... In short, when I am in the realm of the article, what I read is always so real, and I can't help feeling with the author. A few days ago, I was lucky enough to read Mr. Zhang Chengzhi's History of Mind, which wrote about the miserable life of people who lived in Shagou Zhuangzi in the 1960s (part). What the author wrote really infected me deeply. There are more than 200 people in 40 households in the village, and there have been tragedies of starving more than 70 people. At that time, all the villages suffered. Children with family members went into the mountains to dig at vegetables and never came back. People suffer hardships every day, and their bodies gradually become transparent ... There are some words: the son died in the mountains, and his companions ran back to the village in fear and told the child's mother. But she just brought a bowl of mushy soup, ready to wait for her son to dig out the bitter vegetables and give them to his son. Hearing the news of her son's death, the mother suddenly grabbed the bowl and drank it by herself! What will come to your mind when you read this? Is it mother's ferocious face or fear in the air? Or ... it would be a shock if you were at the dinner table and watched your mother eating soup crazily.

Taste this book, but also enjoy it. The so-called scenery is based on feelings. When you are in the scenery, you will naturally be infected by some kind of feelings that pervade it, and you will naturally feel something. The scenery here is certainly not limited to pure beauty. When I feel it, sometimes I applaud, sometimes I wander, and sometimes I smile. This is the feeling, the feeling of the article, the feeling of the author, the feeling of being contagious ... Look at that passage in the history of the mind, my mother's behavior surprised me at first. I thought my mother would fall out after grabbing the bowl, but I didn't expect her to drink all the soup in one breath ... the pain of losing her son and the unbearable helplessness of hunger were swallowed by her with tears. I bet the soup she drank must be a hundred times more bitter than bitter vegetables. Maybe everyone will do it in that environment, and it is more than enough. In the final analysis, a helpless sentence tells the truth.

This book contains many things ... I think I'd better find another chance to talk about it.

There is not only the fragrance of wild flowers, bamboo forests, valleys, but also the smell of earth in the land of mulberries, and the soft fragrance of vaguely remembering my mother's body. These scents are hard to find, but in fact, they are not completely true. Perhaps by the small window, perhaps under the light of the roadside, quietly open the pages that may have been yellowed-a faint fragrance will diffuse you gently. ...

Many books are worth reading, but now we have missed a lot-but what I want to say is that if we are moved, the books are particularly good.

Who raised us? Who makes our life so happy? It's you, our dear motherland. On the occasion of the National Day, I want to say to you: "We love you!" "

You are so elegant and beautiful! So broad, so broad! You will never let the ruthless flame devour your faith. In the 1930s, when the Japanese aggressors trampled on you wantonly, Chairman Mao organized the Chinese Red Army of Workers and Peasants and started an arduous "eight-year war of resistance" with the phrase "driving the Japanese devils back to their hometown". It was not until 1945 that Japan announced its unconditional surrender that you were temporarily stabilized! However 1946, the Kuomintang army started a civil war again, and your beautiful coat was torn to pieces by your children. You are in great pain! Until 1 949 65438+1October1'you finally settled down, and Chairman Mao announced in Tiananmen that "the people of China and the country have been established! The people of China stood up. ". In the cheers of your children, you stand in the east of the world with your head held high and your face smiling!

Yes, all this is because the amiable and respectable China * * * production party rescued the people of China from dire straits and turned the motherland from the sick man of East Asia into the lion giant of the East!

Motherland, when the five-star red flag rises with the sun, we praise you!

(with patriotic articles)

Unbreakable love

On May 12, a day that people all over the world will never forget, a sudden strong earthquake struck Sichuan. At that moment, how many people lost their precious lives in an instant, how many people were buried in the ruins in an instant, and how many happy families were fragmented in an instant. ...

In the face of this disaster, we in China did not fear or shrink back, but faced it bravely and calmly.

Shortly after the earthquake, the officers and men of the army immediately took action and headed for the disaster area. If the road is blocked, the officers and men will force their way through on foot. All the officers and men wrote suicide notes. Isn't this the oath that they won't stop until they rescue the victims? Isn't this the love of their compatriots whose blood is thicker than water? ! Premier Wen and Secretary Hu both put down their work and went to the front line of earthquake relief, encouraging search and rescue personnel and comforting the affected people. "I don't care about anything now, only my 100 thousand people." This is their cry. Thousands of volunteers also put on green ribbons and contributed their strength to the disaster area. "Where we are needed, we will go." This is what they said in front of the camera; Foreign friends also help carry stretchers. Facing the reporter, they said in blunt China words, "I love China and I want to do something for her." ..... Look, even the leaders and foreign friends have given their love, how can we stand by and watch? !

During the earthquake, there were countless touching stories, but I can't forget a few things: when the fireman lifted the concrete slab, he was shocked by the scene in front of him: a mother knelt on her knees and supported the ground with her hands. Below her, a child of three or four months old, but her mother stopped breathing forever. The team members found a mobile phone from the child, and there was a short message written by the mother on the mobile phone: Dear baby, if you can survive, please remember that your mother will always love you. Looking at the text message, the firefighters were moved. Love is great, and maternal love is the greatest. This sentence has been fully demonstrated in this mother. At this moment, the mother is shining with light, shining with the light of maternal love!

In a middle school, search and rescue officers and soldiers saw a sacred and moving scene: a teacher held two students tightly in his hands, just like an eagle with wings on its wings, but the eagle could not fly, but the two students were still alive. Because the teacher's hand was already stiff, the officers and men had to cut it off with tears in their eyes ... what force made them disregard their own safety? What made him give up the hope of life? What prompted him to die rather than protect his students? It is love, the teacher's love for the students, and the love through life and death!

Recently, the country has designated a global mourning day. Everyone observed a moment of silence from May 19 to May 2 1 Sunday 14: 28, praying for the people in the disaster area and observing a moment of silence for the deceased. Isn't this the love of the people? This is pure love, love that does not need any modification, love that cannot be broken!

After the disaster, the people of the whole country immediately took action, actively donated money and blood, and did their best for the people in the disaster area. In the face of disaster, we once again showed the world the elegance of our China people and the indestructible love of our China people!

(Love in the face of disaster)