Mother is a typical rural woman. She has never been to school, except her own name is illiterate, but she is a book without words, a book that can never be read, and selfless maternal love flows in children's hearts like a clear spring. My mother was widowed in her forties. She has always lived alone with us, silently practicing her simplicity with the most extensive and selfless maternal love in the world: the child is the meat that fell from her body, and she can't lose the child after losing her husband, and she must cultivate the child into an adult no matter how hard it is.
Mother is a typical rural woman. She has never been to school, except knowing her name and being illiterate, but she is a book without words, a book that can't be read, and selfless love flows like a clear spring in children's hearts. This mother has been widowed for 40 years, and we have been living alone, silently practicing our simple promise with the deepest and most selfless love: the child fell on her body, she can't lose her husband or her child, and she must make the child an adult no matter how hard she works.
Mother had better be honest and upright. After my father died, my family became an old loser in the production team. In order to make a living, my mother dragged her seriously ill body and worked in the fields for years to make a living. But it's really hard to support our four brothers by our mother alone. Those days are the most sad times every year, not only can't get the rations back, but they are also looked down upon by others. Mother is a self-respecting person, but in order to have a full meal during the Spring Festival, we always go to the brigade to apply for relief food. When we can't, we will cry silently in the attic alone. The Spring Festival is the busiest time of the year in rural areas. The children of other people's families are beating their horses, visiting relatives and friends, and are in high spirits. My mother was worried that we would be looked down upon when we went out in rags, so she locked us in, told us the story of grandpa being killed by Japanese devils, told my father's bitter experience of supporting his family at the age of 65,438+03, and taught us not to be rude when we were poor, but to change our poor and bitter days by our own hands. One year, due to the flood, the crops of the production team failed, and many villagers ganged up to steal food from the farm near the lake to fill their stomachs. At that time, the second brother was not yet an adult. He joined at the instigation of others and was known by his mother before leaving. Mother was very angry and dragged her second brother home from the crowd. After her mother died, the villagers praised her with one voice: she never took a straw from anyone else in her life. This seemingly simple evaluation is a true portrayal of the mother's integrity and self-esteem.
Motherly love is stronger than anything. After my father died, my family became an old unemployed household in the production team. In order to make a living, my mother dragged her body and had to work to earn a living. But it is a reluctance for a mother to support our four brothers. Every year, the days are the saddest. It's not just food that you can't help but being despised by others. His mother is a person with strong self-esteem and face, but when we have dinner for the Spring Festival, we always go to the brigade headquarters to apply for relief food, or when we are alone in the attic, we cry silently. The Spring Festival is the most festive time in the countryside. Children from other families are being whipped and shot, visiting relatives and friends, and they are full of joy. My mother is afraid that we will be looked down upon when we go out in rags, so she keeps us at home, tells us the story that Grandpa was shot by a Japanese devil and his suffering experience when my father was 13 years old, and teaches our family that we are poor and needy, and we must rely on our own hands to change poverty and people. One year, because of the flood, the production team could not harvest the crops. Many villagers went to the farm near the soundproof lake to steal food in groups to fill their stomachs. At that time, my brother was not an adult, so he joined at the instigation of others and began to be known by his mother. The mother was very angry and angrily drove her brother home from the crowd. After her mother died, everyone in the village praised her: she never even took a straw from anyone else in her life. This seemingly simple evaluation is a true portrayal of mother's self-esteem.
Although the mother has no education, she is sensible, discerning big and small issues, and especially cultivating her children at all costs. I remember when I graduated from junior high school, I came home from school one day, and I told my mother abruptly that I didn't want to go to senior high school and had to support myself. My mother, who was cutting shoes, was deeply surprised, but she calmly said to me: Your mother understands your concern, but no matter how difficult and incompetent your family is, you must ensure that you finish high school. I was 14 years old. I thought I was too old to listen to my mother. I was so angry that I threw out a cruel remark that I would never go to school again. My mother tried to scare me, but in desperation, she accidentally dropped her little scissors from her hand. One end of the scissors just touched the root of my thigh. In order to achieve the goal of dropping out of school, I crustily skin of head, endured severe pain, and coerced my mother to agree. My mother's mood suddenly got out of control. She cried and said, "Without culture, there is no future." "You don't go to high school how to tell your dead father? You must not let your mother regret it for the rest of her life. " Mother's words are like needles in my heart, and that kind of sadness far exceeds the physical pain. After I took out my scissors, my mother trembled and bandaged my wound like a child who had done something wrong. The bleeding stopped, and my mother hugged me and cried. My mother's tears wet my clothes, and I hugged my mother tightly for a long time. I still have a scar on my left leg, which has become a witness to my mother's ambition and a driving force for me to forge ahead. It can be said that our brothers have failed their mother's good intentions.
Although the mother has no education, she is sensible and clearly distinguishes between major issues and minor issues, especially in cultivating children at all costs. I remember when I graduated from junior high school, one day when I came home from school, I told my mother that I didn't want to go to senior high school and had to support myself. My mother, who was cutting shoes, was surprised, but she still said to me: Your mother knows, but if you want a mother at home, you have to make sure you finish high school without any skills. When I was 14 years old, I didn't listen to my mother's words, and I threw something that I was determined not to go to school. Mother tried to scare me, but she was in a hurry and accidentally threw out her small scissors. A pair of small scissors stuck in the root of my thigh. In order to achieve the goal of dropping out of school, I gritted my teeth and endured the pain, threatening my mother to agree. My mother's emotions suddenly got out of control. She said, "Nothing can ever be achieved without culture", "I can't explain how high school explained to my late father, and I must never let my mother regret it all my life". My mother's words pierced my heart like needles, which far exceeded the physical pain. I took out my scissors, and my mother bandaged my wound trembling like a child who made a mistake. Stop the bleeding, my mother grabbed me and cried. My mother's tears wet my clothes, and I hugged my mother for a long time. My left leg is still clearly scarred, which has become a witness and motivation for my mother and children to work hard. It can be said, brothers, we have not failed our mother's good intentions.
Mother is a very ordinary peasant woman and has no great achievements. However, she watered the healthy growth of her children with selfless maternal love. Mother's excellent qualities, such as keeping promises, self-reliance, kindness and generosity, and deep understanding of righteousness, are like a bright lamp, illuminating my life. My mother not only gave me life, but also gave me everything. For many years, my mother was my comfort when I was sad; When I am depressed, my mother is hope; When I am weak, my mother is strength. I have always kept in mind my mother's teachings and told myself, "Whatever you do, do people well first."
My mother is a very ordinary peasant woman, not earth-shattering, but her selfless love has watered the healthy growth of children. The excellent qualities of this mother, such as keeping her promise, self-reliance, caring and generous, and deep understanding of righteousness, are like a bright lamp, illuminating the road of my life. Mother not only gave me life, but also gave me everything. For many years, when I was sad, my mother was a comfort; When I am depressed, my mother is hope; When I am weak, my mother is strength. I always remember my mother's teaching and tell myself, "Whatever you do, let people do it."
Although my mother has left me, I firmly believe that my mother's spirit and maternal love will last forever.
Although my mother has left me, I am convinced that her spirit and love will last forever.