When I was a child, the little boy's family was very poor. When eating, I often don't have enough to eat, so my mother will share the rice in the bowl with my children. Mom said, children, eat quickly, I'm not hungry! -The first lie my mother told.

When the boy grows up, the hardworking mother often goes to the rural river ditch in the suburbs of the county to catch fish to supplement calcium for the child on Sunday. The fish is delicious and the fish soup is fresh. While the children were eating fish, their mother was eating fish bones and licking the meat stains on them with her tongue. Feeling distressed, the boy put the fish in his bowl in his mother's bowl and invited his mother to eat fish. Mom didn't eat it. Mom put the fish back in the boy's bowl with chopsticks. Mom said, son, eat quickly, I don't like fish! -the second lie my mother told.

In junior high school, in order to pay enough tuition for boys and brothers and sisters, my mother, a sewing worker, went to the neighborhood Committee to bring some matchboxes home, and burned them at night to earn some money to supplement her family. One winter, the boy woke up in the middle of the night and saw his mother bending down under the oil lamp to paste the matchbox. The boy said, Mom, go to sleep. You must go to work tomorrow morning. Mom smiled and said, children, go to sleep quickly, I'm not sleepy! -the third lie my mother told.

In the year of the college entrance examination, my mother asked for leave and stood at the entrance of the test center every day to help the boys in the college entrance examination. It's midsummer and the sun is shining. Stubborn mothers will stop for hours in the hot sun. When the bell rang at the end of the exam, the mother greeted her and handed her a cup of strong tea soaked in a tin bottle for the child to drink. Tea is also strong, and feelings are stronger. Looking at his mother's chapped lips and sweat, the boy handed back the tin bottle in his hand and let his mother drink it. Mother said, son, drink quickly, I'm not thirsty! -the fourth lie my mother told.

After his father died of illness, his mother was both father and mother. She dragged several children to study on the meager income of the sewing society, and her life was miserable. Uncle Li, who is repairing his watch under the telephone pole at the intersection of Hutong, came to help him with big and small things, such as moving coal, carrying water, sending some money and food to help the boy's home. People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless. Neighbors see it in their eyes and remember it in their hearts. Everyone advised his mother to remarry, so why bother? However, my mother kept her virginity for many years and never got married. My mother wouldn't listen to others' advice. My mother said, I don't love her! The fifth lie my mother told.

After the boys, brothers and sisters graduated from college and joined the work, the off-duty mother set up a stall in the nearby farmer's market to make a living. Children who work in other places often send money back to subsidize their mothers when they know about it. Mothers resolutely refused and returned the money. Mom said, I have money! -the sixth lie that mom told.

The boy stayed in school to teach for two years, and then got a doctorate from a famous American university. After graduation, I stayed in a scientific research institution in the United States. The treatment is quite generous and the conditions are good. The boy from a foreign country wanted to take his mother to enjoy his old age, but the old man refused. Mom said, I'm not used to it! -the seventh lie my mother told.

In her later years, her mother suffered from stomach cancer and was admitted to the hospital. When the boy from the other side of the Atlantic came back by plane, his mother was dying after the operation. When his mother was old, he looked at her who was tortured to death by the disease. The boy was heartbroken and burst into tears. But mother said, son, don't cry, I don't hurt. -mother's eighth lie.

After that, the mother who spent her whole life in "lies" finally closed her eyes.

I. 102 drop of blood

One day, the owner rebuilt the doors and windows in the abandoned attic. Half a month later, he found a dead bird under the windowsill. From the windowsill to the underground, there is 102 drop of blood! I think the bird hit the window. What made the bird despair? The host checked the attic and found a nest of hungry chickens inside. The master understood, because he closed the doors and windows, the mother bird couldn't get in. For its baby, it wants to smash the window with its own body!

Maternal love is fierce.

I clearly remember that before I was 9 years old, my parents regarded me as the apple of my eye, and my life was carefree and full of joy. But since my parents went to the hospital in Wuhan, my life is not as good as before.

It was already evening when my parents came back. To tell the truth, in my young mind, my favorite is my mother. I am eight or nine years old, and every time my mother comes back from other places, I will jump into her arms and act like a spoiled brat. However, this time, my mother didn't hold me in her arms, touch me and kiss me as before, but like she didn't see me, she pulled me to my father's lap with her hands and walked straight to the room. I was blindsided. ...

In the days that followed, whether I came back from school or ate at home, my mother always looked gloomy when she saw me. Even if I squeeze in front of her when she is joking with others, the smile on her face will disappear immediately like soap bubbles.

My mother hit me for the first time, more than ten days after she came back.

I came home from school at noon that day and found my mother didn't cook. I thought my mother was not at home, so I called out to her. At this time, my mother came out of the back room, her hair was loose, she scolded me maliciously, and she dragged me into the house by my arm and asked me to cook for herself. I looked at my mother with a lost expression and sobbed. I didn't know my mother actually picked up a spatula and spanked me. While fighting, she said savagely, "I won't burn, I'll teach you!" " "When she saw me motionless, she hit me with a spatula. At this time, I found that she was panting and seemed to fall. I'm starting to feel a little guilty. Maybe I made her angry, so I was busy washing rice, washing vegetables and turning on the gas. ...

In this way, under her command, I cooked for the first time.

What I don't understand is that she also incited my father to give me less money.

In the past, breakfast cost 1 yuan and Chinese food cost 1 yuan every day. From that day on, she reduced my breakfast fee to 50 cents and didn't give me any money at noon. I said I didn't eat enough breakfast, and I had to eat at least two steamed buns every morning. She said that when she was studying, breakfast was only twenty cents. She also said that she would go home for dinner when she was hungry at noon, and only give me fifty cents in the future, telling me not to ask for 1 yuan. As for the 1 yuan at noon, she thinks I shouldn't take it, because I'm going to buy snacks, which is too wasteful.

So I can only get fifty cents a day. The most uncomfortable time is noon, when other children buy some sugar and melon seeds, so I can only stand at a distance and swallow them. From then on, I hated my mother. She cut off my financial resources and separated me from my children.

My pain is far more than that. As my father works in other places, I can only stay with my mother. Several times, I cried to go with my father. My father stroked my head to comfort me. He said he was running, turning and coming back in a month.

If you can't go with your father, you'll be at the mercy of your mother. After a while, my mother didn't even cook. I cried and said that I couldn't cook well. She picked up a spatula and hit me. She also scolded me: "What were you born for? You can't do this, and you can't do this. You are not even as good as a pig, dog and beast. " In this way, under her guidance, I learned to cook again.

On the day my father came back, he urged my mother to stay in the hospital, and he also asked the unit for a long vacation.

I went to see my mother on her first Sunday in hospital. Mother is infusion and has fallen asleep.

Dad walked up to her and whispered in her ear that I had come to see her. She immediately opened her eyes and asked her father to help her get up and sit down. At first there was a smile on her face, and then her face turned into Qing Wu, pointing at me:

"Get out, get out!"

Suddenly, I remembered her harshness to me. I turned my head and ran away angrily. I swear I will never want this mother again in my life.

My mother died of liver cancer three months later. I didn't shed a tear at the funeral. I won't kneel down until my father forces me to kneel on the ground.

Three years later, I had a stepmother.

Although my stepmother usually ignores me, I always think she is better than my biological mother.

I overheard the conversation between my stepmother and my father that day. My father prepared to give me 1 yuan for breakfast every day, but my stepmother said that the child should grow up and give him two yuan every day. The next day, I really got two yuan.

I began to like my stepmother, except that she increased my breakfast fee. There is another reason: I come home from school every day without making a fire to cook. Sometimes my stepmother goes to work early because she is busy with work, and always leaves me rice and vegetables. Sometimes it's leftovers, but I don't complain at all, which is many times stronger than the cold pot and cold stove when my biological mother was alive.

My relationship with my stepmother became more harmonious when she first caught a cold. She had a high fever that day. I called a doctor for her. After the blood transfusion, her spirit improved slightly. She tried to get out of bed and cook, but I stopped her. I made her a bowl of fish soup and two dishes she liked. She was very moved. In the evening, my stepmother praised me as a clever child in front of my father.

15 years old, admitted to a famous high school in the county.

Dad and stepmother are very happy. But dad is worried that the tuition has not yet been settled. Stepmother firmly said that if there is no money, we will gather together first. As long as the children can understand this book, I will try to find out how much it costs. At this time, my father suddenly patted his forehead, rushed into the room and took out a small aluminum box from the box. The box was locked. He said it was left by my mother before she died. He told me, "Before she died, your mother told me that this aluminum box can't be opened until you go to high school."

I shook my head disdainfully and turned to leave. Dad called me back angrily and said, "It's not easy for your mother to raise you one by one. No matter how much you hate her, you should have a look. "

Stepmother also said that Dad was right. Helpless, I had to walk into my room with an aluminum box. I turned the lock and opened the box.

The aluminum box is covered with several sheets of paper, and there is a passbook under the paper. I unfolded the paper, and familiar notes jumped into my eyes:

Son:

When you read this suicide note, mom has been buried underground for six years. If mom really has a soul, then even if mom tells you herself.

Do you still remember the day when your father and I came back from Wuhan, you jumped on me in a coquettish way. I really want to pick you up and give you a good kiss, but the thought of the results of the hospital examination makes my mother's heart tremble. She is terminally ill. When I was in Wuhan, your father insisted that I be hospitalized. My first thought is that my son is still young.

Mother is dying, and her son's road has just begun. I used to spoil my son so much that my mother gave him whatever he wanted. I'm worried that if my son dies, it's a bad thing to compare my mother with my stepmother. So, I made up my mind to find a way to make my son hate me, the more he hates me, the better.

How can my mother be willing to hit my son! My son is my mother's pet. You are so old, my mother has never laid a finger on my son. But in order to let my son learn to cook and live by himself, my mother picked up a spatula and hit my son. But when you went to Taomi, mom secretly shed a lot of tears. ...

In order to have a closer look at my son, I sit by his bed for hours every night when I get up to take medicine, especially spanking my son twice. I watched it on purpose. Although it is not blue, I still touch it again and again.

Son, before I died, your grandmother raised 5000 yuan to treat me, and I entrusted someone to secretly save the money. Your grandmother urged me to buy medicine several times, and I said I bought new medicine. Is this money, including interest, enough to pay for high school and college tuition? If I don't pay enough money, my son will be old enough to work and earn money.

After reading my mother's suicide note, tears blurred my eyes. I finally understand that my mother's indifference, abuse and ruthlessness are all for my future self-reliance!

I burst into tears and rushed out of the house. I ran and shouted, "Mom!" "Until the mother's grave.

I can't kneel at my mother's grave. ...

The love of the mother monkey

In the process of surrounding monkeys, a big female monkey broke through with a little monkey. When the female monkey breaks through, she carries someone else's monkey and holds her own monkey. Run to a dead tree, there is nowhere to escape. A hunter with a gun and another old hunter, two people, aimed at the monkey. Just as she was about to shoot, the mother monkey made a gesture to them, similar to a "pause" gesture. A monkey can make such gestures. What does this monkey do? It nursed its two little monkeys, and the two hunters thought, let it nurse for a while, and let the mother monkey nurse the little monkeys. The little monkey may not be too hungry either, so he stopped eating after a few bites. At this time, the mother monkey picked the dead leaves, squeezed her milk on the leaves, put the leaves where the little monkey could reach, and put a lot of leaves. Finally, the female monkey faced two hunters, covering her face, as if to say, shoot. The two old hunters can no longer lift their guns, because they know that they are not facing animals, but a mother, and the old hunters will never hunt again.