Sketch script "My Mom"

Adapted from Liu Xiaoming's mini-novel "I'm looking for my mother, are you a mother?" 》

Time: one afternoon

Venue: Yingying's home

Character: Yingying-a little girl, 8 or 9 years old.

Dad-Yingying's dad, about 30 years old. Police.

"Mom"-a woman who has nothing to do with Yingying, kind, about 30 years old. Primary school teacher.

There is a sofa in the center of the stage, and there is a low cabinet next to it. There is a telephone in the cabinet. There is a screen behind the sofa. There is a table and three chairs beside the sofa.

Yingying happily squatted on the ground with her schoolbag on her back.

Yingying: (singing) Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby ... (putting down her schoolbag) Haha, children, uncles and aunts, I have good news for you. Today is my ninth birthday, and my mother will come back. This is the first time I have seen her since I can remember! Haha, I'm going to take a bath and clean up so that I can meet my good mother! Ha ha. (Laughing behind the screen)

After a while, dad pushed the door and came in.

Dad: (seeing Yingying's schoolbag and touching it thoughtfully) Alas, today is Yingying's 9th birthday. The child is clamoring to see his mother every day, but ... alas, (the phone rings) hello, oh, it's me, ok, I'll be right there. (below)

Yingying: (coming out from behind the screen and changing into light clothes) Dad, Dad, huh? Did I hear my father's voice clearly just now?

The doorbell rang

Yingying: (opens the door) Dad ... and you are?

Mom: Happy birthday, Yingying. This is for you. (doll)

Yingying: (thinking, suddenly excited) Mom! Are you mom? I can hear it in your voice. Thank you, mom. Thank you, mom. (Dragging mom to the house) Mom, mom, sit down. I'll get you some water. (Behind the screen)

"Mom" looked at the furnishings in the room, sighed, sat down, and sat in the sky with a glass of water.

Yingying: Mom, have a drink. Oh, by the way, mom, this is my composition. Take a look. The teacher said that parents should sign it.

Mom: Yingying, where is your father?

Yingying: Dad is very busy. He said he wanted to protect more children, mom, you know? I had a hard time calling you. Dad doesn't even know. Because I don't know your phone number? So I just dial one every day. I hope that one day my mother's voice can really come from the receiver. Once, I heard grandma's voice, so I immediately put down the phone. It's another uncle's voice. When I said I wanted to find my mother, he shouted away. What a fierce voice! I almost cried, but I was not afraid. I called you for the ninth time. I'm so happy! "

Mom: Will your father leave you alone?

Yingying: My father never cares about me. Several times, the teacher asked my parents to sign their homework. My father came back late, so I signed it by imitating his handwriting. As a result, the teacher severely criticized me and said that I was a lying and dishonest child. At that time, I thought, mom, I won't dare again. When can you go home? I'll have someone sign it when you come back. Now that you are back, I won't sign it myself in the future.

Mom: Yingying, actually I'm not ... No. ...

Yingying: Not what? Mom? Mom? Why are you crying?

Dad pushed the door in with a birthday cake and saw a strange woman in the room.

Dad: Who are you? Yingying, why did you let strangers in? How many times has Dad told you that you are alone at home? ...

Yingying: Dad! Don't you know mom? Is this my mother?

Dad: Mom?

Mom: I (looking at Yingying) I am. ...

Yingying: Dad, what's the matter? This is mom. It's mom. I called my mother many times. It must be that you haven't seen your mother for a long time and have forgotten what she looks like. It's okay, dad. Mom said she wouldn't leave here.

Dad: Yingying, this person is not your mother at all.

Mom: You ... (embarrassed)

Yingying: What? Not mom? Dad, you lied to me! You lied to me!

Dad: Please go out.

Yingying: (pulls mom) Mom, you can't go, you can't go, you tell dad, you are, you are my mom!

Dad: Yingying!

Yingying: Dad! Mom 1

Mom: Yingying, I'm really not your real mother. But I'm your mother? (To Dad) Can you listen to me tell a story?

Yingying: Mom. ...

Dad: Well, all right.

The light is dim, my father is sitting on one side of the sofa, Yingying is talking on the phone next to the sofa, and my mother is preparing lessons on the table. Music: It is recommended to use the music of the mysterious garden.

Mom: I'm actually a primary school teacher. One night, I was preparing lessons. Suddenly the telephone rang. (When the bell rings, answer the phone)

Yingying: Are you mom? Mom!

Mom: Who are you looking for?

Yingying: (Her voice is extremely stubborn, full of longing and somewhat bleak. ) I'm looking for my mother. Are you mom?

Mom: And you are? ...

Yingying: I'm Yingying.

Mom: I see. This is a child who is looking for his mother. I can't find a reason to refuse her at this time. Yingying, where are you?

Yingying cried.

Mom: Good boy, tell mom quickly, where are you now?

Yingying: (sobbing, choking) Mom, I'm alone at home, so scared. I didn't eat, and my father hasn't come back yet. I also finished my homework. I am very obedient. Mom, why don't you go home? Dad said that you have gone far, I understand, and you will come back. Mom, I understand now. I am at the top of my class in all subjects. Why don't you come back? "

Mom: Good boy, if you miss your mom, just call me. Remember, mom will miss you forever.

Yingying: Mom, the math test paper has been handed out. I only got 72 points in the exam. Really, mom, come back and spank me!

Mom: Yingying, you just said that your homework is the first in the class. Why did you get 72 points this time? You should understand your mother and stop worrying about your study. I'm going on a business trip these days, and I really can't spare the time to see you!

Yingying: (crying) Mom, I was wrong. Actually, I lied again. I wanted to get a 70, but I got a 97. I only lied because I wanted to see my mother. I promise I won't worry my mother again. ...

The lights are getting brighter and brighter. Dad and Yingying are sitting on the sofa, and Mom is standing at the front desk.

Mom: After several days, as soon as the phone rang at home, I quickly answered it. Gradually I got to know this girl. She is in Grade Two in a primary school in Heping District, the same age as my daughter. I have to go by bus for an hour every day, and have lunch with three yuan at noon. My father is a policeman and often comes home late. She is the best student in the class and the representative of math class ... Later Yingying said that her birthday was coming, so she called me and insisted that I come to see her. ...

Dad: (SOB) Don't say anything, thank you. Thank you. Yingying, you are old and sensible. Dad will tell you everything. When you were two years old. Your biological mother was guaranteed by her relatives to study in the United States. I was supposed to send you a year later, but two years later.

She filed for divorce.

Yingying: Dad. No, you're not talking about my mother. This is my mother. Mom, you are my real mother.

Mom: Good boy, don't cry. Today is your birthday, so you should be happy. I thought you asked your mother to sign your composition.

Yingying added the music "Only Mom is Good in the World" when she read the composition.

Yingying: Well, (holding the composition) Mom, I'll read it to you first-I haven't seen Mom, and Dad says she has gone far away. But I can often hear my mother's voice on the phone. My mother's voice is very sweet, which is better than Ju Ping's sister's. I think my mother must be very beautiful, even more beautiful than simple but elegant mother. She said that she would come back to see me from far away. She also said that I was the most sensible girl in the world. I have a wish that one day my mother can sign my exercise book and watch my performance in the art troupe. My mother will be happy. ...

Mom, dad is crying.

Mom: Come on, mom will sign it for you!

Dad: Yingying, let's have a birthday cake with mom!

Yingying: Hmm!

-The end of the play-

Gratitude begins with maternal love.

It's not worth it for a young man to go out for a long trip in anger. He was just gently scolded by his mother. But he was young and energetic, but he left home quietly without saying goodbye.

One day, the young man came to a remote mountain village. He is cold and hungry. He hasn't eaten for four whole days. At the muddy village entrance, his eyes were black.

When he woke up, he was lying in a warm bed with a towel soaked in warm water on his forehead to calm him down. An old lady with gray hair sat by the bed and fed him ginger soup spoon by spoon. Probably worried that ginger soup is too hot. Before feeding it, the old lady always gently blows a few breaths into the spoon and then feeds it carefully. Looking at the old lady's loving appearance, his nose suddenly turned sour, and two crystal tears slowly welled up in his eyes. He choked up and said to the old lady, "thank you, aunt!" " The old woman smiled and said, "It's good to wake up. It's no use being so polite when you're away from home. 」

At night, it snows heavily outside the window. He just closed his eyes and wanted to sleep sweetly. Suddenly, he heard the door creaking, and the old lady crept in and gently tucked him in. Looking at the snowflakes falling on his forehead, he was afraid of waking his old lady. Finally, he couldn't help crying, holding the old lady's hand tightly and saying, "Aunt, thank you so much! Then, he told the old lady the reason why she left home. After listening quietly, the old woman sighed sadly and said, "You are such a silly child! The old woman paused and said to him, "I just cooked for you and tucked you in. You are so grateful to me." But someone has cooked you countless times and tucked you in for thousands of times, but have you ever thanked her once? "I have cooked countless meals for myself, and I have been silently stunned for thousands of times? Who is this man? He looked blankly at the old woman standing by the bed.

The old woman smiled and said to him, "This person is your mother." The old woman asked him, "your mother has done so much for you, but have you ever said thank you to her?" 」

He was stunned. Yes, my mother has done so much for herself and paid so much. I really haven't said thank you yet. Tears of guilt gradually filled his eyes, especially for the old lady who met by chance, the sacred and warm word: mom.

We have thanked many people we know or don't know, and we have thanked everything, but who has sincerely said "thank you" to her mother? 」

Mother's warmth is like sunshine, bathed in it, and we never want to be grateful. Mother's kindness is like the most finely divided and glittering salt. We savor its fragrance safely for three meals a day, but never see the light of salt in the dishes.

Motherly love is always rippling around us, just like salt particles entering water. It nourishes us so silently, but we never pay attention to its pure crystallization. Grateful for the world, grateful for everything, we must start from grateful mother.

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