The young schoolteacher went up to the mountains once to blow off some steam and accidentally found her.
She worked hard to raise the girl. They both cried when she got an acceptance certificate from a university. To live the girl gave up that important turning point in her life.
Many years later the schoolteacher had gray hair, and I don't know when a man came. He saw the birthmark on the girl's arm and recognized the girl he had thrown away with his own hands back then. He wants to take her back.
The girl cried and would not go, but this teacher persuaded her to go back and see. Because this man teacher knew in the county. Knew he was telling the truth. She smiled and sent them to the door and waited until she couldn't see anyone else before going back inside.
The next day, she was sick ......
Unfinished, to be continued.
Respondent: depl177 - Assistant second level 9-6 19:01
Look at this okay I believe your speech faster should be available one! The night came slowly. In the grass, the insects chirping, one after another. There were two mosquitoes, resting on the blades of grass.
The male mosquito sucked in a mouthful of grass juice, gently pushed the female mosquito, who stood rigidly, and softly coaxed: "My dear, you just drink a mouthful of it, you do not eat or drink all day long, I'm really worried about ....... "The mother mosquito contemptuously glanced at the dew-stained grass leaves, unhappy to say:" so tasteless things, so how can I eat down? You say every day every day, do not hate it? ""Do you want to fight against human beings? "The male mosquito looked at her anxiously," you do not know how many kinds of things the human race has prepared to deal with us, that kind of smell, I smelled the dizzy brain, you in case ...... "
"You are a coward, you know? "The female mosquito looked at him coldly. Then she lifted her wings and flew away from him.
The male mosquito looked worriedly at the light coming through the people's windows. He knew she was in there. For some reason, he had a particularly bad feeling tonight, and it made his body shiver as he rested on the blade. He wanted so much to see her, to know that she was safe, though he couldn't curb her ambition to feed on human blood. He realized with sudden sadness that this alone might destroy them both.
The dew was heavier, and he felt cold, but she still had not come out.
He thought of their past lives, not as two mosquitoes, but as two penguins. They lived in the snow and ice, happily walking all day long with the grace and ease of a gentleman's step.
At that time, he was the best penguin. He was deeply in love with her. Like any penguin ready to propose, he traveled far and wide in search of stones. He traveled long distances, dropping one less-than-satisfactory stone after another, and when he fell on his head, he finally found the finest and most polished one, which he felt was the only one worthy of her.
But she married another penguin. The man, who followed, picked up what he had thrown away and gave it to her. Rough, imperfect stones, but lots of them, piled high. He withdrew sadly, but followed her, to this life, willing to accompany her, to be a mosquito. He was tormented by a kind of heart-wrenching wait, and spared the risk of losing his life to fly toward the window of human beings.
Sure enough, he saw her, crouching on the human arm, buried in the suction, green wings in the gently trembling. And to his horror, he realized that the "man", whose left arm was not moving, was quietly raising his right hand. ...... "Quickly - dodge ah! ~~~~" he shouted, but it was too late, she curled up in a ball of pain and fell to the ground. He flew close to her, kneeling beside her in a bloody mess, tears falling like rain. She looked up at him with strained eyes, and silently, she too burst into tears.
"It's a shame, it's a shame ...... ""You've buried us both ...... "He tried to pick up her, who was covered in blood, "Why, you always refuse to listen to me? ""I know ...... But I can't help it ...... Because, because I'm carrying your child ...... It needs nourishment ...... There's not enough sap, so I have to suck blood ...... I know I'm going to die, but you're going to live on, and the humans won't hurt you because you haven't offended them ...... "She blinked her dying eyes, smiled and said:" In fact, after giving birth to a child, I will also exhaust myself and die, but this is our responsibility as mothers ...... Even if I have to fight against the scorn of millions of people, I have to provide the best for my offspring. ...... This is something that can't be helped...... ""Why? Why didn't you tell me earlier? ""I know you love me, if I told you, you would have done it for me, then you would be the one who would have died ...... I can't let go. Heh ...... If I could have a child for you, I would have no regrets ...... I owe you in my last life, I want to pay you back in this life, but I owe you more ...... In my last life, we were penguins. In fact, I have always loved you, but I married him ...... Because he gave me so many stones, you know? We live in the ice, if we don't have enough stones to make a nest to hatch our eggs, our offspring will be frozen to death by the ice before they come out of their shells ...... The stone you gave me, it was beautiful, crystal clear, but it was love, and pure love can't support a long marriage and responsibility for children ...... I did not marry you, do you hate me? "
He desperately shook his head, sobbing. "It's my fault, I didn't protect you, I couldn't give you everything you needed, and made you suffer like this ...... In our next life, let's be praying mantis, okay? On our wedding night, you eat me and give birth to my child ...... I'll be happy to die in your belly ...... ""No, no, let's be two cicadas, okay? Drinking dew every day, singing happily ...... Be careful, be careful,...... "The smile quickly withdrew from her face, she gasped greatly, tears streaming down in strands, "Quickly go, people are coming ...... "He looked back, showing a pale and remorseless smile, "silly child ...... We are not, to do cicadas together? ""Snap! "A crunching sound, accompanied by a satisfied speech, "Hmph, killed another stinking mosquito! "
He hugged her tightly in the moment before he died. Their blood flowed together, congealing into a bright red tear
Respondent: Stomping on a crappy one-rail can - Magic Apprentice Level 1 9-6 19:04
There was a man who had a crush on a girl, and carved her name into the row of freshly planted trees by the campus playground. He carved with great concentration, dissolving in the silvery moonlight of the night to make him single-minded. His body was disintegrated by joy, one by one, like the millions of leaves on the tree, fluttering and laughing in the breeze.
The crooked font attracted the attention of the whole school the following day. The girl instantly became the tip of the storm, lying on the table and shrugging her shoulders and bawling. He looked away from the crowd and didn't have the courage to walk over. Love can be hurtful, he realized that day.
The tree grew slowly. He left school and traveled across the ocean to study. He loved many girls and married one of them and had a child. His children were smart and hard working. He enjoyed life happily.
Then he grew old. One day, many years later, he returned alone to his homeland, to the small school. The school had changed, the low school building had been replaced by a big building, the former muddy playground had been paved with plastic, and the running children were hooting and hollering in the sunshine. But the trees are still there, not a single one missing, and the name of the girl on the tree is becoming clearer and clearer, and the strokes of the teenage moments have been honed into a grinning smile over the years.
He stood transfixed by the tree and wept.
He suddenly saw her. Despite all the years that had passed, he recognized her instantly. They talked. Slowly, he learned about her all these years. She stayed in this school as a teacher after graduation and never married anyone else. He found it a bit strange and didn't ask out of politeness. He was no longer a reckless teenager.
After some days, she died, a bit suddenly, of a myocardial infarction. She was like a speck of dust wiped out by time without a word. He wasn't going to go, but after thinking about it, he did. He helped people organize her belongings, he really just wanted to breathe more of the air she had breathed. He found her diary.
He put on his old glasses and read it in the sunlight.
She had spent her life waiting for the teenager who carved her name in the tree.
Respondent: yhl611 - Magic Apprentice Level 1 9-12 18:26
Essay on Mother's Love
This is an unfortunate woman, in a windy and rainy night, a hit-and-run car knocked her out of the crosswalk, and fled again in the middle of the night, and she was lucky, the green life channel of traffic accidents enabled her to get in the first place the The best medical care, there is no medical cost worries, since the hospital, she has been in a coma, the doctor said: her brain nerve damage, may never wake up, she is also pregnant has been more than five months! She was five months pregnant and should be considered for induction of labor for therapeutic reasons! When she was transferred from the neurology department to the obstetrics and gynecology department, the doctors were hesitant to perform the surgery. The fetus in her womb was not only developing normally, but was also higher than its counterpart in a number of vital indices, which is nothing short of a miracle!
Her birth is also a mystery, where did she come from? Where was it going? Her hurried journey is to meet with whom, who is the father of the child in her womb, what kind of story is this, as long as she is not awake, there will be no way to know, and moreover, no one knows, before the accident, he days are happy or sad.
The days passed in her coma, and finally one day she was wheeled into the delivery room, and then the doctor proudly announced that the five-kilogram baby boy was healthy! The nurses brought the baby over to her, they felt that even though the mother was a vegetable, the mother and child should be allowed to meet, and as the baby instinctively sucked on the breast, the mother's face showed all sorts of impulses, and her chest was surprisingly milky and wet! The milk was secreting little by little. After that, whenever the nurse lady brought the baby over to breastfeed him, this expression of overflowing happiness appeared on her face, and sometimes a murmur came out of her mouth as if she were a happy mother singing to her own child.
Three months later, and again in turn, the child was well fed, and she finally left the world in peace and tranquility. When she was admitted to the hospital, she weighed one hundred and twenty-one pounds, eighty-six pounds after delivery, and only sixty-three pounds before her death, and she was using her own flesh and blood to conceive and feed this child! Originally, she could have left after giving birth to the child, but fearing that the child would be alone, she insisted on accompanying him on the road of life for a while. Later, we bought her an affordable cemetery, without her name or her biography, a simple tombstone with only one line of text: a woman who shone with the light of motherly love!
Is there a beautiful language that can say everything about a mother's love? I don't think so.
Is there a magical scale that can measure a mother's love? I don't think so.
I read a newspaper story about a massive mudslide on a night in June last year that destroyed four villages in Meigu County, Sichuan Province, and devoured more than a hundred and fifty lives in a flash. A young mother, despite the fact that her thighs had been crushed by the rocks, held her baby, who was only a few years old, aloft with both hands in the waist-deep mudslide, and stood up with great difficulty for more than four hours. She held on until early morning, waiting for people to come to her rescue, and the baby turned out to be unharmed!
When I read this report, hot tears streamed down my cheeks. In the blur of tears, there seemed to be a statue of our mother surrounded by divine light standing in front of us! The light that surrounds her is the light of Mother China's motherhood!
I once read an article in the Reader magazine: In the Nanjing "7.31" air crash, almost all passengers on the plane died, but a baby girl named Dani was miraculously alive. It turned out that in the moment of the plane crash, Danni mother Gong Hongmei tightly embrace the child in his arms, with his own body to block the rocks and foreign objects and flames, Gong Hongmei with their own death in exchange for the life of the little Danni. The mother held her daughter so tightly that rescuers had to work hard to get Dani out.
I read this article a few years ago, when I was still an elementary school student, but I will never forget the shock this article caused in my mind! With tears in my eyes, I pondered a question that did not fit my age: what is mother's love? It seems that from this moment on, I have found the answer.
One day, my brother copied me a small poem entitled "A Bowl of Rice with Oil and Salt": The day before yesterday/I came home from school/with a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot. Yesterday/I came home from school/without a bowl of oil and salt in the pot. /Today/ I came home from school/ with a bowl of rice fried in oil and salt/ and put it on my mom's grave.
I was still in a state of ignorance when my eyes scanned this little poem. The second time I read this little poem carefully, tears streamed down my face. For the sake of such a mother who had to prepare a bowl of rice with oil and salt for her child in the last hours of her life, for the sake of such a mother who did her best to give her child warmth and love in the midst of poverty and misery. Through the bitter wind and rain, I seem to see that in millions of poor villages, there are millions of such poor but great mothers!
Like many of my classmates, I grew up under the care of my mother. Perhaps because I have too much, but a little less experience the preciousness of mother's love. Until my mother left me to go to a distant place to work, until I left my hometown to study in vocational high school, so that I have a long time with my parents apart. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate's female companion gathering happily with her mother who came to visit, I had to hide quietly to the side.
A mother's love is the greatest in the world.
The transmission of mother's love
There is a kind of love in the world that is more precious and greater than anything else. It is ordinary but sincere. The book "Sense of Mother's Love" tells 118 touching true stories in beautiful and vivid language, making millions of readers realize the true meaning of mother's love.
Today, I reread the article "Crazy Mother" and couldn't help but burst into tears once again. This tear-jerking story once again moved me: mother is crazy, tattered clothes, dull eyes, disheveled hair interspersed with a few weeds, this look is not only by other people's cold eyes, ridicule and discrimination, even their own children look down on her. But the mother even in order to pick the wild fruit of the cliff country to the child and buried in the bottom of the valley. When I read that my mother was lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, her blood-stained clothes, clutching a wild fruit in her hand, my heart trembled violently, and tears came to my eyes and quietly slid across my cheeks. I was deeply touched by the crazy mother's motherly love, and my admiration for the crazy mother was born. Even the crazy mother, but also to dedicate their own everything to their children, without complaint, this is not the most selfless, the most pure, the most praiseworthy mother's love on earth?
In our side, mother's love everywhere: every morning is the mother to wake me up from my dreams, and is the mother for me to do a rich breakfast, when I write homework to the depths of the night, is the mother quietly brought a cup of hot milk. Every winter, it is my mother in the cold water for me to wash clothes, with rough hands for me to weave a warm sweater ...... and now, he is also a three-year-old child's mother, but also a countless parents rest assured that I education of children's teachers, I carry the hopes of a parent to the child's, the responsibility is not more than teaching teaching as simple as that? In front of me every student, are snuggled in the arms of parents pampered children, are the jewel of their parents, their growth all the time touching the hearts of parents, their hope will be ignited in the teacher's devoted teaching. Everyone says that teachers are the most glorious profession under the sun. Yes, we are given a pure, kind heart, but when we look back on our education, we are really with the heart in caring for each student? We also act as a mother's role, we are really a mother's love in conveying the true meaning of life? When I think of how I treated my special students in the past, I really feel guilty. There was a hyperactive child named Huang Yuyang in our class. Every time he attended English class, he either interrupted randomly or made small movements, always had some toys of unknown origin by his side, and he always loved to "share" with others in class, and walked around randomly. A class had to let you stop several times, seriously disrupting the classroom order. Homework is never completed independently, collect his homework is harder than heaven, unless caught in the office in order to be exempt from strong "copy" finished, at home are in the mother's patience to cope with under the grass, and sometimes do not tutor, but also call to ask other students, after all, mom knows English is also limited to hand in the homework is still full of loopholes. Since the second half of the third grade after contact with him, he coaxed, lied to him, scolded, but not long after the same old thing. Bringing his parents in only deepened her parents' hurt. I finally did not care to revise his homework, I did not care about him in and out of class, I lost all confidence in him, and I can say that I have given up. However, let me feel extraordinary is his mother, every day you can see her as always to send her son into the school gate, all the way along the way to tell the nagging that has been repeated I do not know how many times, has sent his son to the stairway, but also did not forget to care for his son again, "read well, homework, listen to the teacher's," and so on, until the son flew Generally disappeared, she only took her eyes back ...... also teach children, as a mother, can see a bright future in the child, while as a teacher, I imposed the gray side of the child. Looking back on it all, what a failure I was, the brightly colored flowers were so mercilessly destroyed by me! I am ashamed, yet what saved me was that ordinary, sincere mother's love.
Mother's love is everywhere, everywhere, even in the darkest corners, mother's love also radiates the most dazzling colors. Let us all turn mother's love into the power of teacher's love, so that our students can enjoy the same piece of sunshine