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I will shed tears for the love in the world, for maternal love, for fatherly love, for lovers' love ... at the expense of love. The truth of maternal love and the selfless dedication of maternal love.

Once, I watched such a TV series. Its plot was so touching that I cried for it. ...

One day, a little girl's mother went out to buy food, and she played hide-and-seek with her children at home. She thought of a very hidden place, a good place that no one expected, and she was very proud. She quietly hid behind the curtain, and there was an open window behind it. The scenery outside is so beautiful. Under the sky of Wei Lan, there are lush grasslands in the distance and lazy people nearby. All the children in the room are having a good time. In order to hide more concealed, the little girl leaned her back against the window. Suddenly, death came quietly to the little girl. When she was not careful, people began to fall from the sixth floor. At this time, her mother just came back from cooking, and occasionally looked up and saw a thrilling scene. Her mother threw everything away and rushed forward in despair. The child fell in the air, and her mother ran forward on the ground, four meters, one second, three meters, two seconds. It's love, it's a deep and affectionate maternal love. The child passed death before the gate of hell, but the mother never woke up. Later, many experts came to verify the contingency and authenticity of this story. They use many objects to verify it. This is a metaphor. A puppet fell from the sixth floor and someone stood on his mother's seat and picked it up. After many experiments, it is always unsuccessful. What does this mean? It can only show that maternal love is great, true and selfless … ..

In an extremely poor mountain village, a mother walked into the hospital on her own. The doctor told her that if she was admitted to the hospital for surgery immediately, her life could be extended by one year, but this is the sprint stage of her daughter's college entrance examination. She asked the doctor how long she could live without surgery. The doctor told her that she could live for three months at most. Her mother said quietly, "That's enough." . She chose not to have the operation. For the sake of her daughter's future and not to distract her daughter, she chose not to have surgery. While choosing not to operate, I also chose to die. Does she really want 365 days of sunshine? No, it was her maternal love that overcame death.

In the city where we live, just like a mother, she suddenly finds herself terminally ill. On the eve of her death, she resolutely did two things: first, she burned all her photos; The second is to write a dozen letters with "heart". On the day of farewell, she picked up her/kloc-0-year-old child and said to her husband, "When I leave, you must tell the child that' Mom has gone abroad and it will take a long time to come back'".

After her death, her husband read his daughter a letter from "mother" from abroad every few months according to his wife's request. In this way, the child grew up to 3 years old in his mother's letter. On this day, her husband brought back a young woman with a suitcase. Dad said to his daughter, "Your mother is back." She will never know, and her birth mother will never come back.

My daughter was admitted to a middle school in the town. My parents were very happy for a while, but it didn't take long for my mother's brow to knit. It turned out that her daughter's academic performance in the town middle school plummeted, which worried her parents. When she was at school, her family borrowed a lot of debts, and now her daughter is disappointing. Isn't it dead after reading for three years? Mother called her daughter back, patted her bulging belly and said to her daughter, daughter, mother is pregnant again. The fortune teller in Houwan said it was a boy, and I wanted to have him. Anyway, your academic performance has dropped a lot. I discussed with your uncle that I would either not read this book or stay at my uncle's house for three years. After listening to her mother, her daughter shed tears. To be honest, she doesn't want to leave school. Her mother looked at her daughter's bitter tears and said that as long as you study hard, your mother can eat anything. In this way, my daughter returned to school. She spent all her time studying and finally got into a famous university. When she got the college admission notice, he went home, but she didn't see her mother or her brother. The father took out a letter from his mother, and the daughter slowly unfolded it: Daughter, I'm sorry, my mother lied to you. My mother is not pregnant. My mother's belly is bulging, which is a sign of advanced liver ascites. It's just that your study worried me, so I lied. I don't think you can blame my mother. Whether you pass the college entrance examination or not, you must go to my mother's grave to burn paper and tell her when you come back. My daughter's tears wetted the letter.

Several articles on maternal love

Motherly love is primitive emotion. Motherly love is like a mountain! A great mountain, a lofty mountain, a heavy mountain ... Only when we understand our mother's love can we love ourselves and make our future shine! The following provides a set of articles expressing maternal love as a resource to carry out comprehensive reading activities.

Motherly love is speechless

Shun Zhang

I have heard two stories about my mother.

One happened between a homeless man and his mother. The vagrant left his hometown when his family visit expired, and his mother sent him to the station. At the station, the strap of my son's travel bag suddenly broke. Seeing that she was leaving, the mother quickly took off her belt and wrapped up her son's trip. She blushed because of impatience and hard work when she untied her belt. The son asked his mother how to get home, and her mother said, it doesn't matter, take your time.

For many years, my son has been carrying his mother's belt with him. For years, my son has been thinking about how his mother walked home without a belt.

Another story happened between a prisoner and his mother. On the day of visiting the prison, two old mothers from poor mountainous areas came to visit their sons. Among the colorful articles of tourists; The old mother took out sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. Sunflower seeds were fried, and the old mother ate them all. No skin, shiny like a dense bird tongue.

The son who served his sentence took this pile of sunflower seeds and his hands began to shake. Mother was speechless, lifted her skirt and wiped her eyes. She went all the way to visit her son and sold eggs and piglets. How much did she have to save to make up the return fee? Before I came, I worked hard all day and ate melon seeds under kerosene lamps at night. Chewed melon seeds are put together, as if adding a little hill, and no one wants to eat them by themselves. More than ten kilograms of melon seeds have been on for many nights.

The son who served his sentence hung his head. As a strong young man, it's time to support his mother, but he can't. Of all the people who visited the prison, his mother's clothes were the worst. Mother's bite of melon seeds contains a thousand words. The son plopped down in front of his mother, and he regretted it.

Once, a friend of my age complained to me about my mother, saying that she was illiterate, ignorant, ignorant and nagging. So I told him these two stories. After listening, his eyes were hazy and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Mother's heart

Ye Qingcheng

My friend told me that her grandmother was old and weak.

My grandmother didn't know my grandfather at first, and resolutely banned this "strange man" from going to her bed. The wife who has slept with her for 50 years has to sleep in the living room. Then one day grandma went out and disappeared. Finally, with the help of the police station, the family finally got her back. It turned out that grandma was bent on finding her childhood home and refused to admit that her present home had anything to do with her.

Coaxed and deceived, she finally persuaded her grandmother to stay, but forgot that she had brought up her nephews and nieces since childhood, thinking that they were a group of wild children and came to rob her of food. She hit them with a cane and protected her rice bowl with one hand: "Go away and don't eat my food." Let the whole family laugh and cry.

Fortunately, grandma also knows someone-a friend's mother, and remembers that she is her own daughter. Every time I see her, I always smile and call her "Mao Mao, Mao Mao". At dusk, I moved a stool and sat downstairs, nagging: "Why doesn't Mao Mao finish school?" -Even He Miaomiao's daughter graduated from college.

Grandma's family is right in this matter. If she wants to go back to her home again, she will threaten her: "If you make trouble again, Mao Mao will not want you." Grandma will be quiet soon.

One National Day, a guest came from afar. My friend's mother personally cooked a home-cooked meal to entertain the guests. Grandma has a very strange action at the dinner table. Whenever a dish is served on the table, grandma will be alert to spy around and sneak around, just like a child who is ready to steal candy. Finally, judging that no one paid attention to her, grandma put a big chopstick dish in her pocket in full view. Both the host and the guests were shocked, but they pretended not to see each other, only grandma herself, as if believing that she had done it very cleverly and secretly, and showed a cheerful smile. That meal was ... it was a little difficult.

After the last dish was served, my friend's mother was so busy that she came out of the kitchen, picked up some leftovers from the plate and asked the guests if they had eaten. At this time, my grandmother got shot and got up. -she grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled hard. Her daughter was puzzled and had to get up to accompany her.

Grandma pulled her daughter to the door all the way, warily blocked everyone's sight with her body, then fished in her pocket, smiled and took out the food just hidden inside and stuffed it into her daughter's hand: "Mao Mao, I specially left it for you, you eat, you eat."

My daughter was holding a pile of mixed and squeezed food in her hand. After a long time, she looked up and saw her mother's smiling face. She suddenly cried.

The disease cut off all the connections between grandma and the world, and made her forget all the connections and all the dear people in her life. The only thing that can't be cut is the blood relationship between mother and daughter. Her soul has slowly died under the erosion of disease, but it is her mother's heart that will never die.

Lead mom across the street.

anonymous

Going home with his wife and children on the weekend afternoon, my mother, who is nearly sixty years old, is a little overwhelmed. She must go out and buy some delicious food to entertain us. Mom said, "when you come back, mom will cook for you." This is not a burden, this is fun! " I said, "I'll go with you!" Mom said cheerfully, "OK, OK, you can buy whatever you say."

To get to the market, you need to walk on the sidewalk and then cross the street. It is the off-duty time, and the cars are coming and going in the street, and the crowds are surging. As I get older, my mother's legs look clumsy. She walked beside me with a vegetable basket, gossiping about her parents. I listened to her patiently. Can children still not listen?

Cross the road and you will find the food market. Mother stopped suddenly. She held the basket in her arms and made her right hand reach out to me. ...

In a flash, my heart trembled: what a familiar action this is!

When I was in primary school, I had to cross a road to school every day. Mother works in a packaging factory. The school is in the east of the city and the factory is in the west. My mother is worried about my accident. You have to see me off every day and cross the street before you turn around and go back to work. When crossing the road, she always extends her right hand to me, holds my little hand in her palm and leads me across the road. Then he bent down and told me again and again, "Don't cross the road when there is a car coming" and "Cross the road with others" ...

More than 20 years have passed, and the small hands of the past have grown into a pair of big hands of men. The mud-rock road in the past has been improved into a cement road. In the past, young mothers had wrinkled faces and thin fingers, but they were still so skilled in holding hands. She has suffered a lot in her life and suffered a lot, all of which were swept away by her hair, but she can never erase her love for her son.

I didn't pass my hand, but stretched out a hand to take the basket from her arms and hold it in my hand. The other hand gently held her hand and said to her, "When I was a child, you held me every time I crossed the road. Let me hug you today! " Mother's eyes flashed with surprise and her smile rippled, like an old farmer facing a bumper harvest of farmland, like a fisherman carrying a heavy fishing net. ...

Mother's feelings

Liang Yi Li Guozheng

My name is Kang Zhongqi, and I'm a winder in the electric control factory of Sanye Denso Company. I am 47 years old. One day in June, 1979, 1 1, my 8-year-old son felt that his left ear was ugly when he took the final exam. I took him to the doctor. Because of the doctor's extreme irresponsibility, he left his son with lifelong pain-a medical accident, which caused his ears to be completely deaf.

I took my young child around the hospital in Beijing and Shanghai and found many experts and professors, but the child's illness did not improve. In Shanghai, in despair, I once asked a doctor to transplant my auditory nerve to a child. The doctor said, "We understand that you love your child, but if something goes wrong with the operation, won't you miss your mother?" ……"

Children who are only 10 years old have since entered a silent world.

After returning from treatment in Shanghai, Xiao Chuhui's speech was slurred. As the saying goes, "ten deaf and nine dumb", the disappearance of hearing has seriously damaged his language ability. I took the advice of others and prepared to send him to a school for the deaf. That morning, when I took him to the gate of the school for the deaf, he burst into tears and said, "Mom, I won't go to the school for the deaf, I will forget the language." What if you have good ears and can't talk? "The child's begging made me tremble and grieve. I took his hand and left there.

After returning to his original school, he was deaf and could not hear the teacher's voice, so he could only read textbooks. In order not to make him lose his language ability, I tried my best to teach him to read my mouth, sentence by sentence, and write with a pen if he didn't understand. But I have only been in school for seven years, and I can still tutor in the first grade. In the second grade, it is even more difficult. I have to tutor him while studying. I gradually realized that people are likely to encounter all kinds of misfortunes in their lives. As a mother, no matter how sad you are, you should shoulder your responsibilities. I am determined to use my mother's endurance to ignite the spark of hope in her heart. But 1984, the child finally failed the high school exam because of illness.

This is what I expected, but the child is in great pain. In order to summon up his courage, I found the book Helen Keller from a medical professor. I said to the child, "Helen's eyes, ears and mouth are not working well." You are much better than her. Helen has teacher Anne, and mother is your teacher. You trust your mother, and you must be trained as a college student. "The child jumped into my arms and my skirt was wet with tears.

From then on, I chose a rugged narrow path full of thorns.

One night, my aunt and uncle came to my house with a newspaper. On entering the door, his uncle said, "I have good news for you. The Chinese Department of Liaoning College of Literature has recruited correspondence students. " As soon as I discussed it with my child, I signed up the next day.

1985 65438+ 10, the school of arts started. Face to face every Sunday. But children can't hear the teacher's voice and see the teacher's mouth clearly. What should we do? We thought about it, but there was no good solution. Suddenly, an absurd idea came to my mind: I'm going to give him a lesson.

From then on, I took my son's hearing card and crossed the university gate with a feeling of anxiety.

At first, someone always asked me, "Why are you still studying at your age?" I always "look around"

He doesn't want to say that he is studying for his son, let alone that my son is deaf. It is difficult to explain a mother's thoughts clearly in a few words.

At that time, the correspondence station was located in Anshan commercial secondary school, and it took more than 20 miles to go back and forth. For two and a half years, I haven't missed a class in hot summer or cold winter. I always sit in the front row and listen carefully when listening to lectures. Even if the teacher tells a joke to supplement the text, I will try to write it down and tell it to the children at home. I try to bring children's thinking into the classroom. My cultural background is poor, and it is extremely difficult to contact college textbooks. Ancient Chinese, in particular, made me dizzy and confused.

But if I can't learn, how can I teach my children?

Every time after class, I always ask questions with the teacher. At noon, all the other students went to eat, leaving me alone in the classroom, eating dry bread and making up the questions the teacher said. What I feel most distressed is not money, but time. Time is so precious for me, who is about to turn 50!

My team implements the piecework wage system. The workload is very heavy every day. I have to cook and wash clothes when I get home from work. After dinner, I want to go to bed early and rest and watch TV. But I can't! Starting at eight o'clock every night is our study time, and nothing can be occupied. At home, tables and beds are filled with reference books such as Ci Hai and Shuo Wen Jie Zi. Some books are too small, so I have to use a magnifying glass and reading glasses. Niangs study until midnight every day.

1985 on a Sunday in winter, it snowed heavily, and the wind rolled snowflakes on the window, making a rustling sound. I have a bad cold and my whole body aches. I feel terrible. However, seeing the schoolbag prepared by the child and the expectant eyes, I got up hard and dragged my heavy body to school. Come back at night, the children have been waiting for me by the roadside. As soon as the two girls met, he held me in a straight circle. In an instant, all my pain disappeared completely. The fun is hard for others to experience.

On another occasion, the child's father was on a business trip. I left my key at home when I went to class. In the evening, I braved the snowstorm and pushed my bike back from school step by step. It doesn't matter how you knock. I was cold, hungry and tired. I sat on the stone outside and looked at the lights in the upstairs window. All kinds of complicated feelings came to my mind. It was not until the child felt something was wrong and looked down from the window that he found the exhausted mother. When he entered the room, he shook my hand with tears in his eyes. This situation made me forget all the fatigue. Perhaps, only mothers in the world can taste endless sweetness from that unspeakable bitterness.

For us, learning is like climbing a mountain, and every step is difficult. Once, I taught him the meter of poetry, and I couldn't explain it clearly. Speak with your mouth, and some mouths are not allowed; Write with a pen, some meanings are incomprehensible. The child was impatient and simply pushed the book aside and said, "it's so difficult, I won't learn." If I am not deaf, why bother ... "When I heard that, my heart was very sad, and tears filled my eyes like broken beads. The child was frightened and plopped down on his knees: "mom, mom, I was wrong." I won't make you angry. I will study hard ... "I dried my tears and held him tightly in my arms.

1in June, 1985, the College of Arts held its first examination. That day, I sent my child to the examination room and said to the invigilator, "This child is hard of hearing. If you have anything, please write to him with a pen. " Then, I took the child's hand and encouraged him to say, "I wish my son success!" " "He nodded and said," Mom, don't worry! "As a result of the examination, Chu Hui scored 965 points, 438+0 points and 94 points respectively in ancient prose and literary theory, ranking high among the students and being praised by the dean.

1986 ended, and Chuhui took four exams at once. On February 8, 65438, the exam was released. With a nervous and expectant mood, I hurried to school to have a look at the list. When I saw that my child had passed all four subjects, I almost jumped up with joy, got on the bus and ran home desperately. As soon as I entered the room, he jumped on me and hugged me. My mother and I tossed and turned happily until we were tired and fell on the bed. On that day, my children and I cried.

1On June 28th, 987, the child passed the last lesson, and several years of hard work and dedication finally paid off. In order to lay a good foundation, he also took the self-study exam and has obtained nine certificates of completion. And taught myself calligraphy, painting, seal cutting and bonsai art. I know this is just the beginning of a child's life. He still has a long way to go. But no matter what, I will go with him, and I will see him become a useful person with my own eyes. Even if I close my eyes, my heart is clear.

(Excerpted from August 1987 Metallurgical News)

Motherly love is both a boat and a shore.

Han Jingting

In May of that year, I returned to my hometown after a long absence and knocked on my door. I heard the slow sound of the old man's shoes dragging on the ground through the door; Time is an old problem. "Who is it?" "me." Finally hesitated. Mom, mom, can't you recognize your son's voice? Can't you guess that it was you who kept the bird for 23 years?

The door creaked and opened a narrow gap. Oh, mom! Mom's eyes!

Those eyes, lift them slowly. The old man's eyes were smoked by fire. He worked hard and often cried. His eyes were drooping and dry. A large lacrimal sac hangs from the lower eyelid. Looking at the son in uniform, confused, judging, frozen. I really don't know him.

"Mom!" I called "Mom", and the light in my mother's eyes trembled at once, and her lips trembled, with tiny wrinkles. She asked herself: Who is it? Is it Jingting? My eyes are full of tears.

Motherly love is like this. She is the most selfless, selfish, noble and intolerant person in the world. The most sincere, the warmest, the gentlest, the kindest and the longest, dear. A mother selflessly dedicated half her life to her son, and selfishly longed to tie her son with the red rope of love. Mothers bring up their children with lofty hardships and intolerance, exaggerating their small advantages and even defending their weaknesses. Her love will last until her death, and it will become calcium in children's bones, salt in blood and alkali in sweat. My mother stared at me. At this time, I suddenly thought of the "Wanger Mountain" I had seen in Zhangjiakou, Bashang, Changkangyu and eastern Shandong. Probably, there are "Wanger Mountain" all over the world, and there are mothers who are looking forward to wandering away from home every day. Mom is still staring at me. Those hazy tears!

Suddenly I thought of how to get there in a week, and my son was a little selfish. I'm afraid I have to say "go" and make my mother sad.

I remember 10 years ago I hurried back and left in a hurry. At the dawn before I left, I woke up in my dream and heard sobbing in the kitchen. Get dressed and get up, I saw my old mother bending over to add fire to the stove and crying.

"Mom, it's only 4 o'clock. It is still early. Why are you busy cooking? "

"You love chopped green onion cakes, and you love to eat them."

If the son likes to eat the monkey head and bear's paw, the mother will go over the mountains to find it! On the day when I came home, my mother took out green apricots for a while in her big breast pocket, and then went to buy popcorn. She also regarded the 40-year-old soldier as a child. I can't stand green apricots, popcorn, chopped green onion cakes with tears and parting moments.

Mother turned out to be a strong-willed and grumpy person. She was sold as a child bride when 14 years old. The year I was born, my father was framed and imprisoned. My mother led a man and a woman left by my father's ex-wife, and reluctantly put me in a reed mat and abandoned me in the wild. Thanks to my neighbor's aunt, she picked me up and advised her to support me. I secretly hate my mother for this. When I was a child, someone made fun of me and said, hey, where are you from? A mouth that fell from a tree? I said maliciously: I picked it up from a mass grave, and she is a stepmother! Understanding your mother also takes time and space, but understanding requires parting. In my impression, my mother doesn't seem to care much about my long trip. /kloc-left home at the age of 0/9 and went to Beijing to study. Graduation from college coincided with ten years of catastrophe and was sent to work on the farm. In those sad days, I worked as a plow and a carriage, and people were neither ghosts nor ghosts. When cleaning up the class team, everyone is in danger. I haven't written home for three months. Mother wrote a letter, and the crooked words were smeared on the paper-

"Static whether, are you kidding? Have you become a counter-revolutionary? If you become a counter-revolutionary, go home. I won't let you do anything, I'll feed you ... "My tears fell on the stationery.

Mom, mom, your arms are your son's last and most reliable nest! Your eyes will always be the harbor where my ship of life is moored! I remember coming home once later, and you said, "You will know that you can't bear to part with your son when you are old." Said with tears.

But you always have to go. You must leave your mother's arms. You are a soldier. But you still can't look at mom's rickety back and tearful eyes. You didn't look at your mother's tears, but you always have her eyes in your heart.

At that time, I understood that my mother's eyes can be treasured. A son can always take his mother's eyes far away.

I helped my mother into the dark hut. There is an indescribable smell in the room that makes me feel kind, feel smaller and become a child again. My 70-year-old father sat there in a daze, speechless, without tears, joy or sadness. My father suffered from cerebral thrombosis and was paralyzed and aphasia. I saw my mother feed my father with a spoon. I saw her carrying her father to relieve herself with her short and clumsy body; I saw her cleaning her father's bedroom. My mother silently bears the burden of family and life, and rarely tells me in her letters that the family burden is heavy.

I feel guilty. Unfilial, you unfilial son! But you still have to go.

In a blink of an eye, it is the day to leave home! I don't know how to tell my mother the meaning of leaving. I just dawdled about packing. I can feel my mother's eyes on my back. Parting is probably the most painful moment for mankind. Remember, the last time I went to my house, the jeep moved. I never expected my elderly mother to stumble behind the car on the slope outside the door. She shouted:

"There is something wrong with your leg! Wear more clothes in cold weather! "

Later, my mother gave me more than twenty pairs of felt and plush insoles. I don't know how my mother's dim eyes can see such small and dense stitches.

Later, my mother gave me a pair of camel hair cotton trousers with rabbit skin on the knees and buttocks. She didn't know that she didn't have to wear this kind of camel hair rabbit skin cotton trousers for three or nine days in Beijing. It was so hot that it had to be put at the bottom of the box. In order to make my mother's eyes feel a little relieved and less worried, I lied in my reply that those cotton trousers were particularly comfortable and I wore them all winter.

Can a lie repay a mother? But what child in the world wouldn't lie to his mother?

I lied to my mother that I would be back soon. I lied: your daughter-in-law and grandson will come. I said that maybe Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Day and Spring Festival would definitely come ... My mother listened quietly without saying a word. Her eyes answered me, son, I don't believe it! "

In my opinion, the hardest parting is a wanderer's farewell to his white-haired mother. See each other less, don't you? On the day I left, I really didn't dare to look at my mother's white hair and tears. I arranged for many classmates and relatives to appease my mother. Some people say that when the bus comes, I run every day, rush out the door and get on the jeep. The moment the car door closed, I, a 40-year-old soldier, cried. I looked out of the window with tears in my eyes, but-mother didn't go out to see her son off. She didn't send me in tears.

I can easily imagine my mother's mood at the moment. Her son left her, and she couldn't stand the pain; A soldier bid farewell to his hometown and returned to the barracks. She had to endure the pain. Oh, mom, I know, I'm still in your eyes, and your tearful eyes will always be your son's harbor. But you, the son of a soldier, love his boat and must sail to the distant shore. Must sail far. Yes, you must.