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There is a short reading article about an old man who is exactly 100 years old this year.

Everywhere in life is full of love and touching. The picture of everything that happened at that moment has long been fixed in my mind and buried deep in my heart. ——The inscription says about frustration; tears are my “source of water.” Cowardice says: tears are my “three meals a day.” Failure said; tears are my "friends". I said: Tears are a "necessity" of life. Tears are not necessarily shed when you are sad. At that moment, it was because I was moved that my tears flowed down like broken pearls... I have never forgotten that moment. Remember? When Qinghai and the territory were in conflict, a mother, oh, no, a great mother (I don’t know how to express her selflessness in words), at the moment of the earthquake, looked at the tiles on the house They came at her one after another. She could have escaped, leaving her son alone and running away to that building, but she didn't. Bridge, her arms supported the ground hard, and large crystal beads of sweat flowed from her forehead. They dripped on the ground, which touched her son's psychology and the hearts of Chinese children... When the rescuers rescued When the mother and son came together, this great mother had long since lost her breath and heartbeat, but she still had the heart of a lovely son! Look, the arms are still supporting the ground. The rescuers couldn't pull the mother's arms for a while. They had already become deadlocked in order to protect the young son under her! Holding the mobile phone tightly in her hand, the mobile phone wrote: Son, remember that mother loves you! A simple and clear sentence, a string that tightens the mind, and a touching mother-child relationship. That moment made me burst into tears. The emotions between people do not require too many words. Just this sentence, please note, made me burst into tears. After I stopped writing, I began to think deeply... At that moment, there is always a kind of crying that makes us burst into tears!