Someone once told me that there are no children who don't love their parents. I didn't believe it at that time. Because I have never deeply felt the choppy, affectionate and great maternal love like a river.
My mother is a more conservative and cheerful woman. In my eyes, she is more youthful and willful. This is not a compliment, but it is not a derogatory one.
There are many contradictions in life. In this contradiction, no matter right or wrong, I will always bow my head. At first, I didn't feel unfair, but I loved my mother very much.
Later, I found that my mother seemed to be full of yearning for this model, even ... guidance! She always seems to put herself in a privileged position to ask even harsh people around her to make her demands and satisfy her so-called happiness. I didn't understand what she did at that time. Now I think she wants to prove her existence through us.
At the age of fourteen, I was seriously ill, and almost crossed the other side of the flower, passed by Naihe Bridge and set foot on the road to the underworld. I don't know how much my mother has paid for my illness and what kind of emotional and spiritual blows and torture she has experienced. When I learned from my relatives that my mother was kneeling on the hospital steps sadly, my doubts about my mother collapsed instantly. Tears poured down my face, making it difficult to control my emotions. That moment can not only be described as moving.