There are no parents in the world who don’t love their children. Father's love and mother's love may be expressed in different ways, but they all serve the same purpose, which is to hope that their children can grow up healthily and robustly.
The power of father's love is often warning, reminder and even reprimand, which is strict, so that the child will not go astray; the power of maternal love is usually praise, encouragement, and gentle, so that the child can enhance his self-confidence. . These two forces are intertwined to correctly guide the growth of children. The power of father's love makes children persevere in the face of difficulties and dare to face their own shortcomings. The power of mother's love gives children self-confidence and is a source of inspiration and sense of accomplishment. A child is like a seedling, maternal love is like the sun, shining its own light on the seedling, causing it to burst out; father's love is like drizzle, sprinkling the pattering raindrops on the seedling, allowing it to absorb the rain and dew, making it grow. The seedlings grow vigorously. After absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, the seedlings will grow into a towering tree. Of course, under the blowing of the two winds of father's love and mother's love, only by carefully grasping the boat of life and not being blown over by any wind can children reach the end point smoothly and become useful to society. people.
As a man, he is both a son and a father throughout his life. The son is the shadow of his father in the first half of his life, and the father is the shadow of his son in the second half of his life.
——Jia Pingwa's "About Father and Son"
Father's love is a ray of sunshine that makes your heart feel warm as spring even in the cold winter; father's love is a clear spring , let your emotions remain pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of the years.
Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, and he does not ask for anything in return; father's love is an unknown and invisible feeling that only those who are attentive can understand.
Having the moment of thought is happiness; having the pleasure of feeling is happiness; having father's love is also happiness.
Everyone’s growth is inseparable from the hard work of teachers. The poet thanked the teacher for his earnest teaching: "If today I am an eagle flying in the sky, then my wings have the feathers you first put on. If today I am a ship galloping on the sea, then I The hull of the ship has the keel you originally built. "("Teacher") It takes ten years to cultivate trees, and a hundred years to cultivate people. We can feel the poet's deep gratitude to the teacher.
Among the best mountains and rivers in the world, Fuchun is the most popular in ancient and modern times. (Wu Huanzan of the Yuan Dynasty)
The Qiantang River reaches Tonglu, and the blue water and green mountains are not as beautiful as paintings. (Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty)
Three Wu walks are completed in the mountains and rivers, and the scenery of Tonglu is as beautiful as the road. (Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty)
A fold of green mountains and a screen, a bay of clear water and a harp. Silent poems and sound paintings must be found on the Tonglu River. (Qing·Liu Siwan)
This is an unfortunate woman. On a windy and rainy night, an accident car knocked her out of the zebra crossing, and she escaped in the vast night. Fortunately, the traffic accident green life channel allowed her to get the best medical care as soon as possible, and she had no worries about medical expenses. She has been in a coma since being admitted to the hospital. The doctor said: her brain nerves were damaged. , maybe she will never wake up, she is still pregnant for more than five months! Inducing labor should be considered for therapeutic needs! When she was transferred from the neurology department to the obstetrics and gynecology department, the doctor was unable to make up her mind to perform the operation. The fetus in her belly not only developed normally, but also had higher vitality indicators than the fetus of the same period. This was simply a miracle. ! ! !
Her life experience is also a mystery. Where did she come from? Where to go? Who did she meet on her hurried journey? Who is the father of the child in her belly? What kind of story is involved? As long as she is not awake, she will have no way of knowing, and no one knows what his life was like before the accident. Happy or sad.
Time passed day by day in her coma. Finally one day she was pushed into the delivery room, and the doctor proudly announced: The five-kilogram baby boy was extremely healthy! The nurse brought the child over to show her. They felt that although the mother was in a vegetative state, the mother and child should be allowed to meet. As the baby sucked milk instinctively, the mother's face showed various impulses, and her chest was actually wet with milk! The milk is secreted bit by bit. From then on, whenever the nurse brought the child over to feed him, she would have this happy expression on her face, and sometimes she would murmur in her mouth, just like a happy mother talking to her child. Sing.
Three months later, after the children were fed well, she finally passed away peacefully. When she was admitted to the hospital, she weighed 121 kilograms. After giving birth, she weighed 86 kilograms. Before her death, she weighed only 63 kilograms. She used her own flesh and blood to conceive and nurture this child! Originally, she could leave after giving birth to the child, but she was afraid that the child would be lonely, so she insisted on accompanying him for a while on the road of life. Later, we bought an affordable cemetery for her. There was no name or biography on her. There was only one line of text on the simple tombstone: A woman whose whole body was shining with the brilliance of maternal love!
Is there a beautiful language that can express maternal love? I don't think so.
Is there any magic yardstick that can measure maternal love? I don't think so.
I read a newspaper: One night in June last year, a large-scale mudslide destroyed four villages in Meigu County, Sichuan Province in an instant, swallowing up more than 150 people. A life.
A young mother, despite her thighs being broken by rocks, struggled to stand upright for more than four hours in the waist-deep mudslide, holding her baby, who was only a few years old, in her arms. She persisted until early morning, and when rescuers arrived, the baby was unharmed!
When I read this report, tears flowed down my cheeks unknowingly. With tears blurred in my eyes, there seemed to be a sculpture surrounded by divine light standing in front of my eyes. That was our mother! What surrounds her is the maternal light of the Chinese mother!
I once read an article in "Reader" magazine: In the "7.31" air crash in Nanjing, almost all the passengers on the plane died, but a baby girl named Dani miraculously survived. live alive. It turns out that at the moment of the plane crash, Dani's mother Gong Hongmei held her child tightly in her arms and used her body to block the rocks and the flames. Gong Hongmei sacrificed her own life in exchange for little Dani's life. life. The mother held her daughter so tightly that it took a lot of effort for the rescuers to rescue little Dani.
I read this article several years ago, when I was still a primary school student, but I will never forget the shock this article caused in my soul! I shed tears thinking about a question that is inappropriate for my age: What is maternal love? It seems that from this moment on, I found the answer.
One day, my brother copied me a short poem. The title of the poem is "A Bowl of Oil and Salt Rice": The day before yesterday/I came home from school/There was a bowl of oil and salt rice in the pot. Yesterday/I came home from school/There was not a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot. /Today/I came home from school/fried a bowl of oil and salt rice/and placed it in front of my mother’s grave.
I was still confused when I glanced at this little poem. When I read this little poem carefully for the second time, I shed tears. For such a mother who prepared a bowl of oil, salt and rice for her children in her last days, for such a mother who tried her best to provide her children with warmth and love in poverty and misery. Through the miserable wind and rain, I seem to see that in thousands of poor villages, there are thousands of such poor and great mothers!
Like many classmates, I grew up under the care and care of my mother. Maybe because I have too many, I can’t experience the preciousness of maternal love. It wasn't until my mother left me to work far away, until I left my hometown to study in a vocational middle school, that I was separated from my parents for a long time. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate and my mother happily gathering together, I would quietly hide away.
Mother's love is the greatest in the world.