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Growing up, my father didn't care much about me, and the discipline basically fell on my mother, so my understanding of maternal love was more profound and complicated. For me, maternal love is more memorable than fatherly love, so I have this article.

Maybe she was born in a rural area, and she was doomed to be really bad at expressing her feelings, so my mother looked very cold. Growing up, she urged me to grow up under scolding and sticks. Many times, I think even dogs are inferior to her. In her words, "it's useless for a dog to wag its tail when it meets its owner!" " I was scolded by her all day: "What did I do when I was your age, and you are still like a child?" Being called a slacker and a black sheep all day is actually just a matter of children being playful! Many times when I was lazy, she grabbed my ear and hit me hard. I can't help thinking that since you don't love me, I might as well die. I was disheartened many times, but I really put the knife rest around my neck. I just don't have the courage to cut it off for fear of pain!

On the day of high school, I will go on a long trip. I hope my mother can say a few warm farewell words. Even if it's such a common word as "pay more attention to your health and put on more clothes when you are cold", I will feel much warmer, but my mother just silently gave me money and sent me to the door without saying anything. I left silently, feeling a little lost.

The first time I went to study abroad, I couldn't speak, and I was far from home, so I was infinitely lonely. I remember that in the second week of school, one day the weather suddenly turned cold, and the parents of many students near my home sent clothes or snacks. I saw it in my eyes and remembered the time when my parents came to visit me at school in the past ten years. Since the first grade of primary school, I have been alone every time I start school, and I have to report to school with my tuition. Does mom have me in her heart? Isn't she worried about me? Does she love me? Where is her love reflected? Thinking about it, I shed tears involuntarily, feeling sad and angry: "Why is my mother so cruel?"

Life is getting closer and closer to my classmates, and I no longer feel so lonely. Later, I gradually found that my adaptability is quite strong. Unlike some students who cry when they are homesick, they can't wash clothes and fold quilts, and their personal life is very chaotic. I accidentally found that I still have these advantages: many students think that life problems that are difficult to solve are easy to get used to. Who gave me this ability? When did I become so different from others? Is this brought by mom's education? Does a mother have any reason for her cruelty? Three years in high school, I have never had a definite answer to these questions.

In September 2002, I set foot on the train to Guilin alone. The night before departure, my father carefully asked if you wanted to accompany me. I smiled and said, "If you want to go to Guilin together, then come with me. If you don't want to, I will be alone. " The next day, my father sent me to the station. The bus came, my father waved goodbye, and I waved and turned and strode on the bus. Looking at my father's sad appearance, I have no feeling of parting! My heart is so cold? Traveling away from home, why is there no sadness of separation? When did I become so strong?

I went to college and joined many clubs, and gradually found that my ability to handle affairs was outstanding, much more sophisticated than many students from the city. I realized that this was created from a small environment. In the final analysis, my mother's "ruthlessness" actually has many benefits! I secretly appreciate my mother's cruelty for many years. She forces herself to be independent and self-reliant, unlike many children of the same age, who depend on others for everything and have no opinions. Slowly, I remembered something. ...

I remember having dinner this summer night. My mother gently asked me if I was healthy at school. I smiled and said, "You're not worried about me, are you?" Mother said gloomily, "How can you not worry?" A person is so far away that no one takes care of him. "My heart suddenly shrank, my eyes were sour, and my tears suddenly came out. How long have I been waiting? It turns out that my mother loves me deeply! Her words made my heart sour and warm, and I was speechless for a long time. Is it regret? Is it moving? I can't tell you such a complicated experience! Mom! Why haven't you shown your love for so many years! Do you want to express it? Still not good at expressing? Let me misunderstand for so many years!

In the past four years, my mother has called me three times, and the first two times added up to less than two minutes. For the first time, she asked me if I needed a telephone in the village or at home. The second time, he told me that the phone was still at home, for fear that I could not get in touch with something. Tell me the number and I'll hang up. How I want to talk to my mother! But I don't know what to say. Relatively speechless, my mother simply, as soon as the phone hangs up, it's over! I remember once calling home more than two months later. As soon as my mother got through, she blamed me for not calling home for so long. I asked, "Then why didn't you call me?" Mom didn't speak, so I said, "I don't know what to say when I call." Didn't dad say that everything is safe without sound training? " Mother murmured, "I'm afraid you're at home!" " I can't go on. ...

When I came home this summer, my mother asked me to drive her to tell her fortune. I wonder why my mother suddenly believes this. When the fortune-teller said that my mother had a minor illness in recent years and that her body would get better in a few years, and that her mother was not a short-lived person, my mother murmured, "I thought I wouldn't stay long." I was shocked! When I came back and chatted with my father, I realized that my mother had a bad cough recently, and sometimes she coughed and bled. Yes, my mother has been in poor health and always coughs. I asked my father why he didn't go to see a doctor. Dad said with a wry smile, "Yes, the doctor said it was nothing serious." His eyes flickered.

A few days later, I was looking for clothes in the closet. I accidentally dropped a medical record book from my clothes. When I opened it, I found it belonged to my mother. After briefly describing his illness, he wrote the doctor's advice: "It is recommended to be hospitalized ..."

I was shocked. I thought of my father's evasive eyes, strange fortune-telling, my mother's melancholy face, and sudden words. I stood there and felt very uncomfortable. My mother, what kind of person are you? You love your children deeply, but you never express it. You silently sacrificed so much for your children, but you never said a word. It's so hard that you don't even care about your own life in order to save your child's tuition. What kind of maternal love is this? Simple? Deep? Great!

In fact, my mother's love for herself has not changed, and it is still so deep, but her stupidity and carelessness have made her ignore and misunderstand this feeling. I want to go. Since high school, my mother has stopped scolding herself, and the tuition and fees given are not as useful as before. She always gives more and asks if it is enough. Many things are gradually discussed with her, and her opinions are gradually sought, but why has she never thought about it or found it, but she has always stubbornly doubted the sincerity of maternal love?

A mother always loves her children deeply, but the children may not realize this or understand this affection in time. This is the sorrow of many mothers and children. To sum up, just because: maternal love is speechless!