Author: xxpp32 1 article source: tea fragrance hits: 2 17 update time: 2006- 1- 18

When I was a child, I just trusted my mother. When I was a teenager, I probably just had a blind understanding of my mother. Only when the sun of life goes to noon, when the spring of life begins and summer begins, can I have a deep understanding of my mother and love her deeply.

Looking back on the long past, I suddenly feel that the birth of my mother is a kind of time, from green land to forest, from stream to vast sea.

With the passage of time, we saw that the corner of my mother's eye had been quietly engraved with a tail pattern, and a wisp of white hair climbed up the temples of relatives. Faced with the mark left by vicissitudes of life, it is difficult for us to tell whether it is the years or the mother's departure. What we want to leave behind is an unforgettable maternal love, or a little bit of flesh and blood story.

We are growing up slowly. When we think our shoulders should take responsibility, when we seem to be proud of life, we suddenly look back and find that our white-haired mother is still staring at us from behind with eyes full of pity, infinite concern and infinite concern. In the eyes of mother, we will always be naive children nestled in her arms. No matter how far we drifted, we never left our mother's sight for a moment.

Without a mother, the world will lose a lot of warmth; Without mother, life would be dark. Is with my mother, when we are far away from the end of the world and live alone, I will hold my head high in difficulties and hardships, even if we are frustrated and unhappy. My mother's eyes full of expectation and longing flashed in my mind from time to time, becoming spiritual sustenance and courage to struggle.

Mother is a kind of time. Every wisp of white hair and wrinkle symbolizes the ruthlessness of the years and records the vicissitudes of the years. Finally, we have grown up and my mother is old, but my mother is still transmitting the power of life to us with her last flame.

Mother is a kind of time, which deserves our tears and gratitude forever.

mother

Author: Drunken Red Dust Article Source: Red Embroidery Spiced Hits: 1885 Update Time: 2005- 12-28

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My mother was born in a small village in Jiaodong Peninsula. The east of the village is a highway leading to the county seat, and the west of the village is a crystal clear river. When my mother was born, my grandmother had a good family. My grandfather is my stepmother. When my mother was 6 or 7 years old, the extended family was separated, my grandfather was swept away empty-handed, and the family plummeted. The successive birth of younger sisters made this dilapidated family worse.

When my mother was 9 years old, the birth of a new China was ushered in. My grandfather divided the house and the land, so my mother had a chance to go to school. At that time, my grandfather's family was just well-fed and my grandmother had a serious heart disease. As the mother of my eldest daughter, she naturally became the main labor force in the family, and she did most of the work at home and outside. Grandpa sells tofu to subsidize his family after work, and the job of grinding noodles is naturally mom's. My mother goes to school during the day and grinds until late at night. She often has a grinding stick in her waist and a textbook in her hand. Even so, my mother's reading is first-class in school.

There was a junior high school student exam at that time. It is said that only one in every three or four children has a chance to go to junior high school. In the first year entrance examination, my mother won the first place in the whole commune. Holding the notice, mother cried, and the situation at home did not allow her to continue her study. Mother put away the admission notice and began to face the loess with her back to the sky. At that time, she was only a teenager. However, her grumpy mother wouldn't. She teaches herself while working. The next year, she took the entrance examination and received the admission notice. Mom took the exam for three years in a row. According to the old man in the village, she won the first place in three communes in three years. In the third year, a teacher in the commune personally sent the notice to his grandfather and advised him to let his children study, otherwise such a good prospect would be a pity.

County No.1 Middle School is more than 0/0 kilometers away from home, so my mother has to live in school. Tuition plus meals is a big sum for grandpa. Grandparents also feel that it is a pity to delay the children. However, grandma's illness needs to take medicine all the year round, and the child with three menstruation is still young. The difficulties at home make grandpa really unable to provide education for his mother. Grandpa and grandma were so worried that they didn't sleep for days and nights. My mother comforted my grandfather instead: "I took the exam to let people know that I didn't drop out of school because I was stupid." It's so difficult at home that I don't even study. Dad, you don't have to worry. "Grandpa shouted. Just when Grandpa was at his wit's end, people in the village extended a helping hand, promised to lend him money, and said that if he had money, he would pay it back.

With the tuition fees collected by neighbors, my mother walked into the campus of No.1 Middle School.

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There are many students from county towns in the school, and the economic conditions are superior. At the moment I entered the campus, my mother felt her poverty and the resulting psychological inferiority. The stubborn mother was not overwhelmed by poverty and inferiority. She warned herself that she was inferior to others in food and clothing and overwhelmed others with her achievements. Actually, mom did. Many years later, when God arranged for my mother's teacher to be my classroom teacher, it confirmed everything I heard.

At that time, there was a grant in No.1 Middle School, and my mother got the highest standard: 7 yuan every month. In order to stop asking for money from home, my mother reduced her living standard to a minimum while saving money, and at the same time did a piece-rate job in a small factory near the school: sewing soles. Mother's suffering spirit played a role at this time. During the day, she studies like her classmates. In the evening, she has a self-study class and the others have a rest. She found a lighted place to lick her soles until late at night. The school has a strict work and rest system, but the teachers are moved by their mother and have never investigated her perennial violation of the work and rest system. Later, some female students in the class also learned to lick their soles and use their rest time to help their mothers.

In the third grade, my mother earned a few dollars to win more pairs of soles. She never went home except for the winter vacation. For three years, she never asked her family for money. When she came home during the winter vacation, she even had some spare money to buy medicine for her grandmother and bring some small gifts to her sisters.

I used to be financially embarrassed and grumpy, which made my mother generous on the issue of money when she later provided me with school. No matter what I eat, wear and use, she won't let me fall behind others. She once said to me: I have tasted the taste of being looked down upon because of poverty. I can't let you be looked down upon.

After graduating from junior high school, the teacher advised her mother to enter the high school of our school and take the college entrance examination later. My mother is more realistic about herself. You don't have to pay tuition and fees, and there are grants. In order to reduce the burden on the family and not to give up school halfway, my mother chose a secondary school.

When my mother took a walking book from school, she seemed to see her future. She doesn't know that fate's trick on him is not over yet.

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My mother first set foot on the land of a small town on a summer evening. Unfamiliar environment and shabby clothes can't hide her inner excitement. My mother, a stranger, can't find the address of the school before dark. Reluctant to spend money on a hotel, she sat on the steps in front of the station all night, leaning against her luggage. That night, she didn't sleep. She couldn't sleep. She is excited about the prospect of a new life. The stars are smiling at her, and the hum of mosquitoes, which is usually the most annoying, has become a pleasant song. Mother is looking forward to the early sunrise, because her new life will start from the new sun.

Life in technical secondary school is very quiet. With grants and scholarships, mothers can maintain the most basic life. She devoted all her energy to her lessons, which was all his hope. Mother never dreamed that fate had played a big joke on her.

Just the day before they finished their homework and went to the factory for internship, the school announced the notice from their superiors: the school was dissolved and the students returned to their original places. 6 1 Early spring, winter seems to go late. Mom stayed up all night. The next day, her eyes were red and swollen and she returned to the village. In the second year of my mother's return to the village, the school came to the notice of resumption of school. At that time, my grandmother had a heart attack and could not move in bed. My grandfather is busy making money to support his family. My three sisters were still young, and the burden of serving my grandmother fell on my mother's shoulders. Mother cried for days and nights, put away the notice of resumption of school, and watched the hope of life slip away from her hands.

Another joke that fate played with her was her marriage with her father. They are alumni of No.1 Middle School, and their father is one year older than their mother. They used to be the literary backbone of the school. Their mother can sing, and their father can play and sing everything, especially a good cross talk. My father is plain and dark, and my mother and other female classmates secretly call him "briquette". I forgot what the reason was. Once, someone told my mother that my father, my mother was arrogant and disdainful: "What's the use of cross talk?" It's so dark If I were you, I would rather not marry or look for him all my life. "This incident later became their father's" killer "when they quarreled.

My father stayed in a small town after graduation. After marrying his mother, he gave up his original major and worked in the foreign trade system.

I haven't asked why my father with an urban hukou wants to marry his mother in the countryside. Mother became a resident of the town because her father walked out of the small village.

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My father is honest and upright, he can't find relationships or enter through the back door. Although my mother has a major, she has no diploma.

Therefore, my mother has been unable to solve the employment problem since she entered the city, and has worked as a temporary worker all her life. For decades, my mother has done various jobs. Mother has a strong nature. No matter what job she does or how much money she earns, she always tries her best to do it well. Where my mother worked, people's comments on my mother were almost the same: "It's a pity that you are such a person. I hope you are a regular worker. "

At that time, the gap between state-owned enterprises and collective enterprises, formal workers and contract workers was insurmountable. As a temporary worker, my mother is a "third-class citizen" wherever she goes, and she suffers from people's eyes and discrimination, even though she can do everything well. Excellent work can't bring any extra benefits to mother, but sometimes it increases her chances of being excluded for no reason.

At that time, I couldn't understand my mother's sufferings, because my mother never told us about her sufferings. I just enjoy my mother's doting and doting with peace of mind, and never thought about how hard it is for my mother. After I had a little life experience myself, I looked back and thought about my mother's past before I really realized my mother's hardships. For a simple example, although my mother is hardworking, our family's income can only be considered as a small county at best. However, when I was studying, my mother never let me fall behind others in eating, wearing and using. Mother often said, "Don't compare yourself with others, but don't be too shabby and look down upon." When I think about it today, I can really taste the bitterness in my mother's words.

One of the greatest characteristics of a mother's life is hard work and excessive doting on her children. No matter how busy and tired her work is, she never lets me interfere in the housework. Sometimes I go into the kitchen to help her, or I want to help her wash clothes or something. She always says, "Go and read, I can come over busy." I don't need you to do anything as long as you study hard. "When it comes to spending money, she gives me everything I want. As long as I ask for money, she never says "no".

Influenced by my parents, I eat and wear casually, and I don't like to follow the fashion, as long as I am "decent"; Also influenced by them, I have an obsession with books since I was a child. Buying books and reading books take up a lot of my time and money. Not only did my mother have no complaints, but she was also suspected of instigating me. Looking back on those days now, I know nothing but books. I don't know what I will do except reading. Under my mother's doting, I couldn't cook, wash clothes or even wash my hair until I graduated from high school. The imbecility of life made me suffer a lot when I lived independently later, but I don't blame my mother. Although the way she loves is not commendable, her heartfelt love touched me.

My mother's doting also cultivated my willful and independent character. Later, when I lived with my mother, it was common to contradict her. The biggest difference between my mother and me is my daughter's education. I have a deep understanding of my mother's doting, so I'm worried that the way she dotes will hurt my daughter. My mother has her own reasons for my persuasion: "I love you so much, aren't you also very sensible?" I responded to her rudely: "If you don't spoil me, I will be more sensible." My mother always accepts my contradictions silently.

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My mother retired the year I started working.

I remember the first morning after my mother officially retired, she got up early as usual, made breakfast for the whole family and prepared lunch at noon as usual. Her father asked her puzzled, "What are you doing with a lunch box?" Mother suddenly realized, sighed lightly and said, "I'm retired, too."

It is not easy for a mother to "retire" at home. She asked her father to buy cookbooks and nutrition books, and fiddled with nutrition meals at home all day, hoping to make the protein and vitamins in each meal accurate to grams. She posted a list of nutrients of various vegetables and foods on the kitchen wall. Anyone who has been to the kitchen will never forget this interesting table. Father taunted mother: "It's a good thing that you can read. If you can't read, none of us can eat. " I also laughed at my mother's pedantry. However, psychologically, I really appreciate my mother's pedantry in helping me take care of my daughter, which made her form the habit of "hating" junk food from an early age.

My mother's only wish for most of her life was to study. My mother loved reading since she was a child, but she was forced by life and limited by economic conditions. Reading is just a wish for her. Later, the economic conditions were slightly better, and I could afford books, but I didn't have time to read them. My mother works as a temporary worker, and her income is not high, but her work is not easy at all. Father is a standard "chop-hand shopkeeper" at home, and all housework is mother's. The double pressure of work and housework makes mom have neither time nor energy to read. After retirement, she has plenty of time. After finishing the housework, she picked up the book. Mom doesn't study for any utilitarian purpose. She studies purely for the sake of reading. Interestingly, she still has some nerdiness that has not been exhausted by life. No matter reading books or newspapers, she always has a notebook and a pen beside her. She writes and draws pictures from time to time and writes down some things she likes.

My daughter had a bad habit when she was a child. She needs someone to hum a song or read a children's song to put her to sleep. This task naturally belongs to her mother. My mother has high eyes and despises children's songs. She likes Tang poetry and Song poetry, and the selection criterion is "fluency". My mother's choice is really smooth. Moonlight on a Spring River, Song of Eternal Sorrow and Pipa Trip are catchy to read. Mother hates the trouble of reading while lying down. The solution she came up with was simple and not simple: put those poems, no matter how long or short, into her mind, thus avoiding the trouble of reading with books. I also "whispered" this method to her at the beginning. I soon found that my "whispering" was unnecessary, and my mother endorsed it easily, even though she was over fifty. I admire my mother's memory psychologically, and I regret her life being unreasonably delayed. I have been thinking that if my mother has the opportunity to continue her studies, she must be excellent. Unfortunately, there is no "if" in life

Mother is sixty-five years old this year. The death of my father made my mother's life very lonely. The hobby of reading gave her spiritual sustenance and relieved her of a lot of loneliness. If my mother has something on her mind, it's my job. In my mother's opinion, only when she finds a "state-owned" unit and gets a stable salary can she be considered "employed". However, anyway, I am unemployed, and the unemployed are worse than temporary workers. For my mother's logic, I only have a wry smile. It's hard to convince her. The imprint of life on her is really too deep.

Mother has always been in good health. In a year, she always goes back to her home for half a year, which is her home; My home will always be your home in her heart. Such a bright mother, sometimes, is not "bright". After reading the book at hand, she will order me on the phone: "buy me another one after reading the book."

To mother.

Author: Yi Ming Tian Fei article source: red embroidery spiced hits: 532 Update time: 2005- 12-28

I don't know what word is more sacred in this world, such as "mother"

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one

Mom, I've been complaining about you.

God is so unfair to you.

Let you fall into poverty:

Mother's family is poor

My husband's family is still relatively poor.

As long as I can remember.

Flash in my mind

Always your busy figure.

You don't complain about life.

But with my hard hands

Bravely fight against fate!

Work in the field, not let men.

When others can rest.

Do you want more?

Running around for a family to eat and drink!

In order to make a living

In the days when spring is a little idle.

You used to be a sister-in-law in the village.

Carry your vegetables on your back.

Go to Shanxi by bike

Just for more gains in the wallet!

You and your father, with your hardships,

Slowly push the wheel of life forward!

Life has ten difficulties.

You got 9 points!

Oh, my hardworking mother!

two

You teach me to study.

Change our poverty

My treat.

Go all out.

You are not afraid of trouble.

Running for my school.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation will always be in my heart.

To raise money for my research,

You have traveled all over this poor mountain village.

Stumbling on the mountain road

Frozen in my heart forever!

Dragon boat festival that year

You walked 30 miles.

Send me a bag full of zongzi.

In order to make me a pair of pants

How many times have you walked for a long time!

My little slack will bring out your tears.

When I dropped out of school for physical reasons that year,

You cried your eyes out.

I know how helpless you are.

I feel sorry for my son's health.

I'm worried that my son's studies will give up halfway!

Fortunately, my son is more competitive.

The college entrance examination rewards my mother for being the first in the school!

How can you forget your joy when you hear the news?

You invited the neighbors.

Share the success of our family together!

Oh, my respectable mother!

three

So far, I feel guilty

I made a long trip for my graduation homework.

You are worried about my future.

Cry, your eyes are swollen again

But your broad mind didn't stop your son.

I finally made a long trip.

But I still can't forgive myself

When our life just got better.

The disease hit the young mother.

I will always remember the early spring that made me sad.

When I moved into the new building, I was going to meet my parents.

But the news came that my mother was seriously ill.

Hurry home

What I see is that I don't know my mother anymore!

Mom has cerebral thrombosis!

My tears were full of regret.

If I were by your side

You will be treated in time.

You are afraid of delaying my work.

You have to wait three days after you get sick.

Tell me, son 300 miles away.

So far, mother has fallen behind.

The sequelae of poor memory and poor speech!

Regret in this life

How can I make it up to you?

It all happened during my long trip!

Fortunately, you have lived with me now.

I can offer my filial piety at any time.

This is a little comfort to me.

But I can't get rid of my eternal heartache!

Oh, my dear mother!

four

Your son will always be your life.

Although you sometimes get confused because of illness.

But my son's hunger, cold and warmth

Always worry about your heart

Sometimes I come home late from work.

Although you know I have eaten at work.

But your first sentence always asks questions.

Every time I eat,

You will stubbornly keep a good job for me.

I have repeatedly "resisted" that I should be the one who fills the rice.

And you don't care!

I went back to my hometown to see you that winter.

The next day, you said you had a sleepless night.

You said you couldn't hear me.

I'm always worried that I'll win gasoline.

Until I get up until dawn!

Oh, my kind and kind mother!

five

I hate my bald pen.

I can't write down your kindness like a mountain.

Only in the days to come

Give my respect and filial piety.

Let you and your father live happily.

Only in this way can I be worthy of my mother!