Ji Xianlin dreamed of her mother at night, and I woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, I didn't know where it had flown. I stared at the darkness until I saw it, but I felt my eyes glowing. Fragments of dreams are flying in front of my eyes, but when I think of catching these fragments of dreams as a whole, I don't even know where they have flown. The only thing left in front of me is my mother's vague shadow ... this is the shadow that appeared in my dream. I only remember that when this shadow appeared, it was gray all around, and my mother seemed to come down from the clouds. The expression on her face was a little different from usual, like laughing and crying, but she finally came to me. Where am I? This makes me a little confused. At first, I felt that I was in the house where I live now. Mom just pushed open the small door in the corner and came in. The ears of the orange lampshade covered her head. So I thought about it again, thinking about the whole city of G? ttingen: the old city wall with surprisingly thick oak trees on both sides, the multi-tone gray-black old church, the surprisingly high steeple on the top of the church, and the clear sky above the steeple. However, as soon as my eyes lit up, a reed flashed at once. The thin part of the reed also vaguely exudes the clarity of water. This is the big reed pit behind the back room of my hometown. So I immediately felt that not only I was at the edge of this reed pit, but also my mother's face came to me at the edge of this reed pit. I remember when I was a child, before I left my hometown, every summer morning, before dawn, I got up and walked along the reed pit and looked into the water carefully. When I saw something shining white under the dark water, I reached out and touched it. That's a big white duck egg. I can't write the happy mood at that time. Looking up at this moment, we can often see a reddish morning glow on the top of the big poplar tree on the other side of the open space-two years ago, my mother lay quietly under this poplar tree for eternity. Now I see her son who I haven't seen for eight years before her death by the pit near Baiyang. But with this reed pit, a small flower like a white lantern flashed out, in the mother's hand. I really can't think of where such flowers have been in my hometown. I finally want to come back, think of Gottingen, think of the house I live in now. The landlord put this bottle of flowers on the table in the middle of the house two days ago. Then, after all, my mother has been to G? ttingen, and I also saw my mother in G? ttingen in my dream. Thinking about thinking, the shadow in front of me is getting confused. The shadow of the church steeple covered the big reed pit in my hometown, and white flowers like lanterns appeared not far away. In front of these, my mother's shadow looms. I finally don't know where I met my mother. I tried to suppress my thoughts and calm my heart. Immediately, rain came in from the window, and I felt a little coolness on the pillow. I got up and opened the curtain, and a ray of clear light came in. I looked out, hoping to find my mother's footprints. But what I see is the row of windows I see every day. Now I am immersed in silence. The dream inside should be sweet! However, my dream has already flown away, leaving only a trace of white in my heart, winding out of this exotic town and coming to my mother's grave under the big poplar tree in my hometown, still secretly worrying about my mother: how can I walk so far to see my son on such a rainy night? Besides, the eyes are just empty and can't see anything. Oh, my God won't even give me a clear dream? I looked at the gray sky with tears in my eyes and imagined my mother's face. Motherly love famous article 2 what to repay the mother's love week? The mother is 83 years old, still full of black hair, straight body and steady steps. Everyone says he looks only seventy years old. It has been ten years since her father died. Since then, she has often left her home in Shenzhen to live in Beijing for a few days. But not with me, but with my sister. Living with me, she will feel lonely, because she can only see this son sitting in front of a book or computer all day, and there are few other actions. Mother is also a quiet role, but after all, she needs someone to talk to. I am the worst at this, and I can't satisfy her every time I grow up. Mother's Day was coming, and the magazine asked me for a manuscript, so I thought of writing something for her. If she sees it, even if I repent, I will talk to her seriously and then go home. In my impression, my mother's life is unremarkable and she has been a housewife all her life. Of course, this impression is not entirely accurate. When she was old with housework, she had a girlhood as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade. A long time ago, I saw her early photos in a family album. Her hair is beautiful and pure. She was born in the home of a clerk in Shanghai, and her family is well-off. She lived in Qianjiatang, later Shaanxi Road, which was a relatively wealthy neighborhood in old Shanghai. Looking back now, at that time, my mother was still young and liked to recall the days of Qianjiatang. She became sisters with several girlfriends in the same block, and one of them became a movie star. There are some star photos signed by Miss Manhua Zhou in the album. Looking at this beautiful woman in the photo, I was secretly excited as a teenager, as if I vaguely felt my mother's youthful dream. Once upon a time, the photo album at home was lost, and my mother no longer mentioned the days of Qianjiatang. In my eyes, there is no doubt that the mother's positioning habit as a housewife is natural. She may be an eccentric mother who likes to take me shopping, buy a snack for me to enjoy alone, and ask me not to tell other children. However, my growing son suddenly changed, and he refused to go shopping with her. Even if he goes shopping, he should keep a short distance from her so as not to let people see the mother-child relationship. Probably the psychological rebellion in adolescence, but it made her very sad at that time and repeatedly accused me of looking down on her. Later, these episodes faded away in the years. The only constant is the image of a mother revolving around a pot and her children. Later, I went to Beijing to go to college, then I went to work in Guangxi, and then I went back to Beijing to study for graduate students. It was far from my home in Shanghai, and I met my mother less. This image has been fixed in my mind. In the last ten years, because my mother often comes to Beijing to live, I have seen her more often. Of course, when she is over eighty, she doesn't have to walk around the kitchen table for a long time, and her children are old. Looking at her wrinkled face, sometimes I am surprised that her life is too simple. Before she got married, she had her own career. Since having her first child, she retired and went home. Raising five children has become her whole career. I have children of my own, and I realize that it is easy to raise five children. However, few people have heard of the hardships. She must think that this kind of suffering is a natural thing in life, which is not worthy of praise and does not need to complain. As a son brought up by her, I really want to do something to please her, which is also a reward. She knows that I write books and have a little fame, but she has never shown special interest. Not long ago, I had a healthy and lovely daughter. When my daughter was playing lively in front of her, I saw her smile very happily. She has been in a good mood ever since. I know that she not only likes a small life, but also is glad that her son has finally got family happiness. In her opinion, this is much more important than writing a book and becoming famous. Mother is a mother after all, of course it is right. A mother's understanding of her son's happiness is often more correct than her son's own. If all the sons in the world remember their mother's true wishes, not with ambition and wealth, but with love and ordinary family happiness to repay their mother's love, world peace will be guaranteed. My mother is Zong Pu in spring. In our family, mother is the supreme patron saint. My mother is in charge of all the cooking in my daily life. Three meals of tea and rice, four seasons of clothes, children's education, contact with relatives and friends, how much spirit is needed! I have been ill since I was a child, and I often struggle with it. The main reason why I can constantly overcome the disease is that I have a mother. It's hard to imagine that I would survive without my mother. When I was in Kunming, I was seriously anemic. I fainted when I stood up last week. Later, I simply dropped out of school because of tuberculosis. The treatment at that time was to eat five eggs a day and bask in the sun for half an hour. My mother specially arranged my bed in a sunny place. No matter how busy I am, I will stay with me for half an hour, not a minute less. I have had a high fever many times for various reasons. In addition to delaying medical treatment and taking medicine, my mother tried to do mental care. I fed water with a spoon and covered my forehead with a cold towel. Once I was in a coma with a high fever and felt like I was walking in a narrow hole. I thought I was going to die. As soon as I grabbed my mother's hand, I knew I was at home and I was safe. Later, I went through various operations, and people nicknamed me "Thousand Knives". In the process of getting thousands of knives, I am also my mother, accompanying me to the hospital again and again. People in the hospital always thought I was with my mother, but in fact my mother was with me. I'm over forty, and sleeping next to my mother is the most reassuring. Motherly love has many subtle twists and turns, which cannot be said or fully captured. It is these subtle twists and turns that form a home. This family is alive everywhere, and every inch of walls and curtains are alive. When I was in primary school, I wrote a composition entitled "My Family". I wrote such an aphorism: "A family can't live without its mother. Mother is spring, not the sun. As for whether there is a father, it is not very important. " Homework was on display at the parent-teacher conference, and dad went to see it. When I came back to describe it to my mother, I didn't seem to care about my status, nor did I try to increase my future importance, but I was immersed in his philosophical world. In my parents' time, my husband studied hard, and it was common for my wife to do housework so that she had no worries. But parents are particularly typical. They are really like a person divided into two halves, half in charge of study and half in charge of housekeeping, and they are harmonious and unscathed. It should be said that they have fulfilled God's wish. Mother's concern for father is meticulous, and father's dependence on mother is extreme. Our cousin said, "Mr. Feng's education is unparalleled. Mr. Feng has never bought food in his life. " Come to think of it, when I was in rural Kunming, my mother was in poor health for a while, and my father took us across the street, but the number of times was limited. His life is basically a dress and a mouthful of food. In the old days, there was a couplet: "Since ancient times, chefs have been away from gentlemen and have always been good friends." It's just right for my house. Mom really broke her heart for the whole family and tried to make everyone eat well without anything. She learned to bake bread from the chefs of foreign neighbors in the same hospital, using potatoes as the base. After the potato is fermented, it is powerful enough to pop the cork and shake the roof tiles. When I was in Kunming, my father got typhus, which was diagnosed by Dr. Zheng, a school doctor in The National SouthWest Associated University at that time. The treatment is not to eat, but to drink liquid once an hour and eat half a liquid a few days later. Mother made soup with tenderloin and pork liver, rolled noodles herself, sliced them and put them in the soup. Someone saw it and said that even if she ate Mrs. Feng's cooking, she would be fine.

Grateful to mother

Motherly love is a prayer when you are born, a hard work when you grow up, a nagging when you make mistakes, and an advice when you fail. Hungry maternal love is a stove, sick maternal love is a good medicine, cold maternal love is a coat, and tired maternal love is a nest.

Mom, although my daughter is an adult, I can still feel it. When you feed me, the milk is full of warmth. Mom, although I am healthy, I can still recall the forehead touched by your hand when I was sick.

Mom, although the fish is long gone, my ears are still ringing. In the thunder, your steps are soft in the middle of the night.

Mom, although I have mastered my own ferry, your blood is still flowing in my beating heart, and your persistent guidance is the eternal route.

Your forehead is no longer smooth, and many vicissitudes are buried, so that the expectations once extended on your forehead. Your gentle voice, even your nagging exhortation, continued the sermon for thousands of years at the moment when I expressed uncertainty.

You still firmly say no to me, even if your heartache is like a whip, it is still awakening my childish stubbornness. Let me not be stranded by my willfulness. You never give up your love, even if my frankness is mysterious. You also let me feel deep silence with silent attention. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)

When the good news of my graduation fills your proud smiling face, you know that the world you expect has begun to be full of colors. When I decided to climb a higher cliff, there was a trace of worry in your firm eyes, telling me that the future is still difficult.

When I drag my tired body back, you will melt your love into the sweetness of the right temperature, drive away my fatigue of the day and save endless strength for my rejuvenation. When I haven't heard your nagging for a long time, I occasionally find myself repeating your teachings one day. I realized that I was sending a message of love.

I really want to pick a flower, put it in your white-haired sideburns, and plant eternal spring for you in a gully full of years. I really want to light a bright lamp for you, light up your eyes, and let all the poems in memory reappear vividly in your memory.

I really want to hand you a crutch to prop up your once tough iron waist, and all the proud years will sail and sail in the forever you promised. I really want to send you a meter of sunshine to warm your smiling face and let all the waste hibernate in sunny days.

The soaking of wind and rain washed away the aura of your youth, but the charm of sunshine never disappeared before your eyes. Maternal love is endless, and endless power supports immortal care, which makes love move towards endless eternity.

When in pain, my mother is sunshine, when I am lost, my mother is dirt, and when I trudge, my mother is a clear spring. When mom is happy, it is the ocean.

Adopted children are born to parents, and the burden is on parents. With successors, they are afraid of cold and heat, and they always know it. Parents care about their children, hold them in their arms and kiss them in their arms, hoping that their children will grow up and become adults as soon as possible, so that parents will be happy. When I was a child, my parents were very worried. Sleep in the middle of the night to save gold and silver for children, buy real estate for children, and give them change. My parents don't want to spend a penny for their children.

Parents have deep feelings, so it doesn't hurt for parents to spend money for their children. Send your children to school and hope for them. Pan Er grew up very early, and Pan Er was an outstanding person. When children grow up, they have to get married. Parents are children and worry about everything. They ran around looking for the media to propose marriage and give their children a happy event. Tired parents are dizzy. Parents are worried about their sick children. East Temple burns incense, West Temple prays for God, walks with the stars and braves the wind and rain. When the child gets better, parents will be relieved.

Parents can rest assured that their children are around and work hard for them everywhere, hoping that their children will see the light, be afraid of the cold and be afraid of poverty. They can't wait to catch the loess and turn it into gold at once. Children fail to live up to expectations and parents are sad. If you hate your children, you won't be an adult. You want your children to become adults as soon as possible. Your parents are children and your parents are heartbroken. Parents are in tears and parents are tired of their children! I have white hair, wrinkled face, unsteady walking and heavy feet.

Respect your elders. Don't wait until it's too late to know how important these people are to you. Thank my parents for giving me life and raising me. On Mother's Day, I wish all parents in the world a long and healthy life. I wish all the children in the world infinite filial piety.

Chapter Two: Grateful Motherly Love

Each of us should be grateful for great love. She will accompany you all your life, enjoy your life, inspire you and warm you all your life. Maybe your life path is hard and tortuous. She must be a strong belief that supports your progress. No matter how your life is interpreted, this love will always take care of you without regrets, give you the care and warmth that will accompany you all your life, and let you enjoy ordinary peace and happiness safely. Happiness is like a fisherman's leisurely life. No matter whether you are proud to experience brilliant success, smooth sailing and brilliant success in your career, this kind of love is like a world that will never leave you. She is the greatest maternal love in the world.

Each of us is enjoying the happiness of maternal love, singing heartily and writing beautiful poems of life. Each of us is grateful for the warmth of maternal love, along the way with no regrets, and has the opportunity to meet and know each other. Some people say: Father loves mountains and maternal love is like the sea. Father's love has the warmth of father's love, and mother's love also has the kindness of mother's love. If maternal love comes from the nature of pregnancy in October, then the mother's feeling of suffering and pain shows how selfless and great maternal love is.

Some people say that the greatness of a nation comes from the greatness of maternal love, and the contest between countries is actually the contest between maternal love. A great man must have a gentle and wise mother, and the continuation of a great nation must have countless mothers of this quality, firmly inheriting the splendid civilization with a long history and bearing the brilliant hope of the nation in the future. It is no exaggeration to say that the splendid civilization of our great Chinese nation for five thousand years is full of maternal love and wisdom.

In the long history and culture of maternal love of the Chinese nation, we sang the ancient myth of the goddess' great achievements in mending the sky, which has been handed down from ancient times to the present and passed on to us the essence of maternal love's wisdom, courage and fraternity; We praise Meng Mu's "three moves" as "wealth can't be lewd, poverty can't be moved, and power can't be bent; Mencius, a famous generation of benevolent government thought, valued the people, followed by the country and despised the monarch; We admire her mother-in-law's tattoo of "faithfully serving the country", and created Yue Fei, a national hero who is famous in history for "a strong man is hungry for Hun meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood, laughing and singing". Their spirit inspired generations of Chinese sons and daughters to advance wave after wave and defend the sacred dignity and national independence to the death.

We praise the greatness of maternal love, but also appreciate the greatness of maternal love. We should honor our parents with Zhong You's heart of "looking back a hundred miles"; We should care for our parents with a kind of "gnashing teeth" feeling; Be kind to your parents with Liu Heng's heart of "pro-soup and intestinal medicine"; We should thank our parents with Wang Xiang's love of "sleeping on the ice and begging for carp". A nation full of maternal love is a great nation, and a nation full of grateful maternal love is more brilliant.

We China people are very lucky. In the long and splendid history of civilization development, we have nurtured the great maternal spirit of diligence, kindness and wisdom. They firmly inherited the excellent culture of the nation. With the wisdom of drawing pills and breaking the precepts of weaving, they cultivated the pillars of each country and nation, casting a great and glorious history of the Chinese nation. The great development history of the Chinese nation is actually a development history that highlights the glory of maternal love. They are the precious spiritual wealth of the Chinese nation and the hope of the great Chinese nation's dream of contemporary national rejuvenation. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)

Chapter Three: Grateful Motherly Love

There is a kind of love, called giving; She doesn't want anything from you. There is a kind of love called selflessness; She will give you all her love. There is a kind of love called greatness; She is willing to love you all her life. This person's name is "mom"! This kind of love is called "maternal love". Mother is the person who loves you most in the world, and maternal love is the most extensive and selfless love in the world. In May, flowers bloom and fall, and the sun is shining. Full of warmth and romance. With the spread of western culture, China people also designated the second Sunday in May as "Mother's Day", which is the most beautiful and happiest day for all mothers in the world. We bless them and praise the greatness of maternal love.

In this beautiful season, let's send a bunch of beautiful carnations with long fragrance. I wish my mother always beautiful and healthy!

Motherly love is like a ray of sunshine, shining on me forever.

Motherly love, like continuous spring rain, always moistens my growth.

Motherly love is like a hymn, melodious and melodious, sung through the ages.

Chapter Four: Grateful Motherly Love

"Body hair and skin depend on parents". Twenty-nine years ago, on September 22nd, my mother gave me life. From then on, my mother accompanied me with that sacred and great maternal love. The love my mother gave me, like a ray of morning light, shone on me, penetrated my skin, penetrated into my heart and melted the wind and frost in my heart. My mother's selfless love gave me a pure, healthy, happy and perfect childhood, so that I could play like other children and sit in the classroom and study like them.

My brothers and sisters grew up and were sent to school by my mother, but my mother couldn't bear this heavy burden after all. Later, my brothers and sisters dropped out of school to help my mother with housework. Because of their selfless spirit, I was able to sit in the classroom and study smoothly. Therefore, at home, I am a very lucky person, because my adolescence is basically spent at school, away from the hard life at home.

I'm the only one studying at school in my family, so my mother pinned almost all her hopes on me, which is exactly the case. My mother is very strict with me. Since I was a child, I was not very sensible and liked to play, so I was often beaten. My mother has never been to school and won't tell me anything. What my mother told me the most was: "Don't fight with others at school, but listen to the teacher and study hard." Every time my mother tells me this, I will give her an answer: "hmm"! Looking back now, this sentence contains too much begging and expectation from my mother.

After all, I failed my mother's efforts and high hopes.

After I graduated from Simao Normal University in 2002, I didn't find a corresponding job. Stay at home all day, doing nothing, not making progress, and being at a loss about the future life. During that time, I didn't want to go out, talk or look into my mother's eyes. I know how much my mother went through to get me through school, and I know how much she went through in Daiyue. She has been struggling all these years. More than ten years' study career makes my parents haggard, but I am too enterprising, hurting my mother's heart and ashamed of her hard work all her life.

Time flies, the years flow, and everything in the past eventually becomes a vague memory. In my vague memory, my mother is a very strong and hardworking person. My generation can't bear her tenacity, and my generation can't bear her diligence.

I remember that there was a hole the size of a bowl on the wall of my old house, which was particularly conspicuous. Whenever I see it or think of it, the bitter past more than 20 years ago will come to my mind.

It was when I was very young, and my family suffered a disaster, which I still remember vividly. It was a nightmare. The reason why I remember so clearly today is because that year, our family of six people struggled with hunger for nearly half a year. Just the year before, I was not very sensible and could only remember some things. My home suffered an evil natural disaster-it rained heavily for many days. The rainy season in Yunnan is like this. Once it rains, it will not stop. Then, in a few days, the river kept rising, and the fierce flood washed away the flood dike on the edge of the rice field. Finally, the rolling waves mixed with roaring roar rushed into my rice field, and the whole rice field was swallowed up by the raging flood in an instant. My parents frowned and looked at the rice to be harvested. The whole piece fell into the raging flood and disappeared. At that time, I didn't know what impact the raging flood would have on our future life, and I didn't know what it was, but I saw the pain from my parents' tears that time. After the flood, my rice fields changed beyond recognition. The golden paddy field turned into a mud pond overnight, covered with pebbles of all sizes. Most of the rice originally grown in the ground was swept away by the raging flood, and the rest was covered with thick sediment. The whole paddy field is almost useless. In the next short time, our family ran out of food and began to live without rice. My mother has extended a helping hand to relatives and neighbors many times, but more than 20 years ago, our life there was very poor, and every household was living in poverty and didn't have enough food. At first, my mother could always borrow some food, but in later days, my mother often walked home with a frown. Life goes on, and my mother has the cheek to take our three brothers and sisters to disturb those relatives and neighbors. Maybe it's because my brothers and sisters are still very young, so those relatives and neighbors didn't keep my mother out in the end. Although they still didn't borrow rice, they gave us something to fill our stomachs.

My father has always paid little attention to housework, and my mother is basically in charge of farm work at home and abroad. Because my family is poor, this flood has turned it into an empty shelf, and my mother is getting haggard for the life of our family. However, my father is still insensitive to the present reality and useless to the life at home. My mother's temper is getting rough. Several times, I heard my mother scold my father. My father is an honest man. He didn't say a word and let my mother curse there. On another occasion, my younger brother and sister and I were so hungry that we cried and ran to find our mother, who seemed to be ill in bed. My brother wouldn't let me and my sister call her. I didn't understand at that time, but I wouldn't listen to my brother's advice. Mom heard us crying. She opened the door and hobbled out. My mother asked my father to borrow some food from the neighbors. Dad didn't get up, and mom quarreled with dad again. Finally, my mother was so angry that she picked up a big piece of wood from the ground and hit my father. I don't know if my mother can't hit correctly or I don't want to hit my father. The block of wood hit the wall not far from my father's head and made a hole in the wall. Because my father didn't want to borrow food, or my mother dragged her dying body with tears and took our three children to borrow food from others. In this way, my mother endured injuries and hunger, and kept running and working for the life of our family. At that time, my mother had a bad temper, but now I think about it. At that time, my mother's heart was full of bitter and helpless tears, even bleeding. However, she overcame disasters, hunger and suffering in her life with strong belief and unyielding spirit. She supported the whole family with her own strength and efforts, and freed the whole family from the horrible and bitter life that lasted for more than half a year.

It has been more than twenty years since this incident. The wall with the pit has been torn down and replaced with a new wall, but the pit on the wall is still clearly visible in my heart. It represents my mother's tenacity, it is an unyielding generation, and it is also a symbol of daring to face reality and dare to compete with the devil!

Now, we have all grown up, and my mother's youth has passed away. Looking back on the disaster, I found that my mother educated me with that unforgettable experience, which lit the fire of my soul to face the reality bravely and lit up the road I will take in the future ...!

Over the years, my mother has given me endless care and encouragement. It was my mother who gave me warmth, courage and strength, which I kept in mind. Mother's selflessness, mother's kindness and mother's strength inspire me to face the reality bravely and stride forward forever. Thank my mother for giving me life and raising me, and for her meticulous care and care. A thousand words can't express my mother's gratitude to me. No matter how difficult things are in the future, I will try my best to repay my parents' kindness with my life!