My mother suffered hardships all her life, kept the house diligently, and raised a large group of our children. It's hard. She has worked hard for this family all her life, and we all feel sorry for her old man. There is only one good mother in the world. Every time I think about it, I always cry. Mother is glorious, mother is great, and she will live in the hearts of our children forever.
My mother is young, 165, with white skin.
Skin, big eyes, short ears, everyone.
Kua is a beautiful woman, with few words and steady work.
Typical wife and mother, never touching children since childhood.
Finger, I can't do it without cursing.
You may delay, but time will not. My mother is old and hunched.
I lost my face, but I still care about my children.
Leave all the beautiful things to us.
At night, the children in the village on the west side of the bridge will take fifty cents and run to the town on the east side of the bridge to change coins and play arcade game. Women should prepare dinner at home; Men will carry piles of briquettes home in wheelbarrows.
The sunset glow fell on a young woman, and the thin shadow fell on the concrete bridge deck. "You can't stop. You must return the scooter you borrowed quickly, or it will be difficult to borrow it next time. " The woman muttered. A five-year-old boy nearby realized that his mother had no strength, so he ran behind the scooter and pushed it up with all his strength. The young mother was shocked by the child's behavior and worried that the scooter would slide if it didn't fall on the slope. Suddenly, with the help of God, the mother and son staggered and pulled a load of coal balls onto the bridge in one breath.
This is a vivid memory when I was five years old.
When I was 0/3 years old, my 46-year-old mother died. At that time, she was no longer young. However, my mother left me a photo of her twenties when she was young, which I treasured for 34 years.
This old photo has been taken for more than half a century: on the yellow and black background, the young mother is wearing a vertical coat, a long black dress, fashionable short hair, carrying a small handbag and standing sideways in front of the camera, smiling confidently, youthful and beautiful!
After all, this should be the best and happiest time in my mother's life. At that time, she and her father just met and met at the best time. The flush of happiness reflected on her face, and her smile was pure and natural. Just look at it and be satisfied!
Today, I am more and more like my mother. When I look in the mirror, I often think of my mother's eyes and eyebrows. Although my mother left, she left her shadow in this world and always blessed me. Thanksgiving mom, are you still so beautiful in heaven?
It's been almost six years since my mother died, but every time I was together, I still remember it vividly! My mother is 160, very rich. My mother has been studying very well since she was a child and likes literature and art very much. Because her family's rural life was very hard, she was admitted to the art drama of Shanxi University that year, but other rich people took her place, and finally she didn't go to her favorite school. Later, she taught herself English and was admitted to Normal University the next year! Later I became an English teacher! Mom is optimistic, brave and competitive. As long as she does, she can do it well! I remember once I almost became a county magistrate. My mother taught me to be kind from an early age and not to bow to difficulties! Everything is optimistic! So for so many years, I will face everything calmly! Although my mother passed away, she has always been in my heart and never left! ! Never leave.
It is not easy to remember my mother when she was young. I don't think many people remember.
As long as I can remember, my mother should be a middle-aged woman. I really can't imagine what she was like when she was young.
But fortunately, because a relative of our family runs a photo studio, my parents took some photos when they were young. Although many photos can't be found now, there are also a few.
To tell the truth, my mother doesn't belong to that kind of particularly beautiful woman, but she is more handsome. The face is a small round face, the nose is very small, the mouth is also very small, and the eyes are single eyelids but still very big.
In my memory, she wears two short braids. However, in a photo taken at my home, my mother had two long braids that were almost waist-long.
I clearly remember when I was a child, my mother cut her hair and put it in the cupboard. Every time she opens the cupboard, I am eager to see her two long braids.
Around the nineties, it was popular to wear those "pedaling pants" on the streets, which were generally worn by young girls.
My mother was a little fat at that time, and her figure was a little fat, but her legs were still quite thin. She also wants to follow the fashion and wear those "pedaling pants", but she is a little embarrassed.
My sister and I encouraged her, saying that others were older than her and wore them to the streets. Why can't she wear it?
Under the constant persuasion and encouragement of both of us, my mother finally got up the courage to put on those black "feet pants", which are actually similar to today's leggings.
It can be seen that mom is still very happy to put on pedaling pants.
Although people reach middle age, women's nature of loving beauty makes their mothers still like a little girl and like beautiful clothes.
Just like an 80-year-old grandmother in Tik Tok now, she is still willing to show her elegance.
Now, my computer still holds the photos of my parents holding our children when they were young.
When I am free, I will look out and imagine my mother's youth.
I don't know if my child will take out my old photos and say to his children, "Look, this is your grandmother, who was young and beautiful!" " "
"Hi, Mom" released during the Spring Festival evokes many people's memories of their mothers. Today, I think many people are still immersed in the thoughts of their mothers.
It is said that maternal love is like water.
In fact, I have been immersed in a deep maternal love. I have a good memory, and I remember many things clearly when I was a child. My mother was beautiful when she was young. She is very small, with big bright eyes and thin lips. Big braid, two thick and long twists, is my favorite trick.
My mother is the same age as * * * and China, and there are many brothers and sisters in that generation. She ranks seventh and is the youngest in the family. Although the family was poor, grandma still let her study until she graduated from junior high school, and then went to the state-owned enterprises in the county to train, study and work until she retired. Mother likes singing and dancing very much. When I was a child, when my brother and I slept and cried, she always sang songs of her time one after another to coax us. Of course, we also like to listen.
My parents had separated before I was ten years old. My mother dragged me and my brother alone. She is a very strong person. She must do a good job and take good care of us. So in my memory, my mother seems to have never been ill, and she is always busy and energetic every day. In fact, since I was sensible, I knew that my mother was very hard, but she was always strong in front of us.
Mother's hand is very dexterous. It comes from my grandmother. Embroidery, paper cutting, paper cutting, everything. In my spare time, my brother and I watched my mother cut paper and embroider around the table, talking and laughing. It seems like yesterday now.
When I was young, my brother and I wore clothes made by my mother. Although the style is simple, my mother who loves life always shows some lovely flowers or small animals on it, which makes us so happy that we won't take them off and show them off to other children. I held the only plush teddy bear that my mother sewed for me until I went to primary school. It is no longer any color, it has been patched up a lot. When I moved, my mother threw it away and made me cry. My mother promised to sew me another one. This promise may have been forgotten long ago, but I still remember it until now in my forties.
Oh, mom, you still owe me a bear. I'll ask you for it when I go back to my hometown. Alas, why do you cry when you write it?
Let's talk about mom's cooking. It is really delicious! Needless to say, spaghetti, fried kidney, sweet and sour carp, big meatballs, braised pork ... just thinking about it will make your mouth water. I was stranded in Shanghai this Spring Festival because of the epidemic, but my mother who was far away made a bunch of delicious food early and asked my brother to express it to me. I didn't spend the New Year with my mother for the first time, but I can still taste my mother. What could be happier than this?
Mom's child is a treasure, and I am still in your hands at the age of five, nourishing me with love as thick as honey.
You grow up with me, I grow old with you, mom-you are also my baby!
I still remember my mother when she was young.
I remember when I was in primary school, my mother wore two braids, just over her shoulders. Every morning, we go to bed together, and my mother makes breakfast. She is busy eating and going to work. At that time, there was no bus, and my mother was far from home to work, and it took more than 40 minutes to walk.
My mother went directly to work in a state-owned enterprise factory after graduating from a middle school. Because there was culture at that time, it was assigned to the technical department.
My mother is very lively and good at singing and dancing. Every time she performs a literary program at work, she will take part in it and show it to us when she gets home.
Once there was a parent-teacher conference at school, and my mother came to the school to attend. Even the teacher was surprised and asked me, is this really your mother? So young? In fact, my mother was almost 30 years old at that time, and she was in her early 20 s at most. I feel very happy when I look at the teacher's praise and the envious eyes of my classmates. Whose child doesn't want his mother to be young and beautiful?
My mother is smart and capable, and she gets along well with her colleagues at work. I am hardworking and virtuous when I come home from work.
Because my father was injured in the Korean battlefield and his legs and feet were inconvenient, my mother had to bear a lot of housework when she came home from work.
At that time, I was working in the unit and had only one day off every week. Every time my mother has a rest, she will wash our clothes for half a day.
At that time, there was no washing machine. My mother washed all the clothes of my parents, four sisters and six people.
My mother loves life very much and has a positive attitude towards life. Although she is very hard, we have never heard her complain about life.
Every day after dinner, he will tell us stories and sometimes teach us to play cards for entertainment. When I was a child, I was competitive, playing poker to "compete for the upper reaches" and crying every time I lost. My mother always comforts me. Playing cards is like life. Sometimes I lose, sometimes I win. I want to win without arrogance and lose with grace.
In this way, we grew up under the influence of parents' good family atmosphere. Children attach importance to their families and are filial to their parents. My mother is also white-haired, and four generations live under one roof.
Where has all the time gone? The lively, cheerful and gentle young mother in my eyes is over eighty years old in a blink of an eye.
Years, like frost, dyed my mother's hair white, and the traces of years were printed on my cheeks, but I will always remember my mother when she was young, hardworking and kind, smiling like a flower!
Of course, my mother was very beautiful when she was young, with typical white and beautiful skin and gentle personality. Talking is always sunny, and doing things is always full of resilience. It is an example for my life and a pain in my heart forever. I hope to be a mother and daughter in my next life, so that I can love and spoil her. ~ [heart] ~
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Yes, I remember! My mother's appearance when she was young will never be erased from my mind. What a wonderful impression! At that time, she had little culture, but after liberation, she went to cram school and had basic cultural knowledge. Write your name very well.
I remember when I was a child, my mother took me out to chat with other aunts. I always hide behind shyly, sticking out a little head, and I am full of curiosity about the curious world, curious people and everything. See everyone is smiling!
I remember when my mother was young, she had a beautiful face, snow-white skin, big eyes and small lips. Neighbors and aunts all praised my mother for her beauty, like a cultured person in a big city.
One by one, she once proudly said to me, "They all say that I am literate and cultivated, at least like a middle school student, but I just haven't graduated from primary school." Maybe it's the unique cultivation of a small family. My mother is a very quiet, careless, respectful and polite person Many of her friends like to chat with her!
Time and tide wait for no man, time flies, time flies! My mother suddenly left the year before last. I really miss her. I really miss her. Her smile, deep memory, every move. Are deeply imprinted in my mind.
Mom, I love you forever! You are my pride and an example for me to learn! I will always be your best daughter. Please believe me: I will work harder and do better! I need your care and love forever! Mom, I will miss you forever! [Contrast] [Rose]