I remember when I was a child, there were always a few pieces of meat in our bowl. And my mother's bowl is full of vegetables, and there is always an old saying echoing in my ear. My mother doesn't like meat, you eat it.
I remember when I was a child, I was sick. My mother got up in the middle of the night, touched the dark with her arm and walked a long way to get an injection. She didn't sleep when she came back. She sat by the bed and took care of herself until the fever was completely gone.
I remember sleeping for a few more days. Open your eyes. My mother is sitting by the bed knitting a sweater. Let her go to bed quickly. I only heard her say, go to sleep. You will go to school tomorrow. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw a thick new sweater beside my bed. At this time, I saw the back of my mother cooking. I don't know if my mother slept at night.
I remember that my mother only wore a few washed old clothes, and she had new clothes as usual.
I remember when it was hot, my mother was still working as a coolie on the construction site. She didn't go home until dark every day, and she didn't complain when she got home. It's just that you need to go to a good school at school.
When I grow up in a blink of an eye, I have to go to work in other places, so I have less time to spend with my mother. Sometimes I only go home once a year, and I have to go back after two or three days. When I often call my mother to say hello, I ask her if she is busy at home. Are you tired? If she is tired, take a rest. Don't be too strong. Those who have to farm and go to work are always on the other end of the phone. I heard her say: not tired, take care in other places, don't be reluctant to eat, don't be reluctant to wear, it's cold. Tuck in the quilt at night. It's all my mother's words. I just listened, tears kept falling.
I used to remember that I was very sad because I was too busy at work, didn't think much, and didn't call home for a long time. Later, I heard from my sister that my mother was hit by a car some time ago and lay in bed for half a month without moving.
Mom, don't
Let my family call me for fear of affecting my work. Who can understand what my heart was like at that time, like a needle prick, tears streaming down my face.
Recalling my mother's love, I couldn't help crying, and I forgot to connect my mother and daughter when I was busy at work, so an old saying goes. Now that I am an adult mother, I have a deeper understanding of the meaning of the word maternal love when I take care of my children. Now, I am constantly making up for the lack of love for my mother. Let's take good care of our old mother and spend more time with our mother, who also needs our love.