Write essays about mothers.

Liu chaochao

If father loves a mountain, he will stand tall. That maternal love is like a mountain stream, which keeps flowing and nourishes children. Motherly love is like sunshine, even in cold winter, it can make children feel the warmth like spring.

Mother, although she has left me and this beautiful world forever, that kind of extreme yearning has always been with me. Mother's kind voice, happy mood, worried expression, and even unbearable pain when she is terminally ill will always appear in front of my eyes and be remembered in my heart forever. Every time I think about it, my heart aches and my soul is beaten. My mother, who gave birth to me and raised me, has no reward for my kindness and affection. Mother, who has worked hard and suffered all her life, is a model of my life. How could I forget!

Mom, not only beautiful, smart, capable, kind, but also very cheerful; Also very stubborn, it is a hard bone, a wall that cannot be pushed down, and an unbreakable beam.

Mom, in my childhood memory, is a big face, soft and fair skin, with two thick black braids, which looks particularly beautiful. Good at singing and dancing. When I was young, I was not only the literary backbone of our brigade, but also the teacher of "Red Kids" class and the village health worker.

My mother is also the most famous literary pillar in our brigade. She can sing not only local operas, but also ancient paintings and Peking Opera. The mother in "Hanging the Red Lantern High" and grandma Sha in "Shajiabang" performed vividly and were often praised by adults. No one can believe that a beautiful young woman actually played Lao Dan vividly, vividly, and printed an excellent head in the eyes of the audience.

I vaguely remember that when I was only four or five years old, my mother went to participate in collective production during the day and went to the rehearsal department at night. I followed my mother like a follower. I don't know what songs and dances everyone sings, but I just like listening to my mother sing and watching her perform. In this way, my mother is busy between the labor of the production team and the cultural performances every day.

I don't know from which year, the literary propaganda team of the brigade was dissolved, and my mother stopped rehearsing performances. She can rest at home every night and finally accompany us. My brothers and sisters and I are very happy. However, under the repeated recommendation of the masses, my mother became an accountant and a clerk in the production team. There are so many talented people in the production team that they are not allowed to do it, but a young woman is allowed to do it. It is really incomprehensible. When accountants and recorders can't work full-time, they have to participate in production with members during the day. When it's time to rest, I have to remember my work and do my accounts. I don't have any leisure time, so I'm busy and complicated. It is very complicated to track work and calculate work scores, and all of them should be calculated according to the quota, that is, according to the length, severity and performance of working hours. For example, the loading capacity of dung picking, the area of digging mountains, the number of cubic meters of earth moving, etc., should be calculated separately. This is all done in my spare time. Every household's soil and fertilizer pile should be measured well, and there should be no carelessness. Often people are quiet in the middle of the night, and my mother's abacus is still ringing, fast and accurate. Our team/kloc-has more than 0/00 people and more than 200 mu of land. There are more male laborers and more female laborers, and more than half of the households (families where men work outside the home). The mother in the production team is simply doing two things by herself. Especially at the end of the year, my mother has to check all the account details in the production team. Every household's funds are clearly in and out, and a penny is worth a penny. Everyone in the team calls mom "iron abacus". In addition to my father's "national grain" of three or two meters per meal, there are only seven people left in our family to eat, and we all rely on our mother to work and share the food. My mother is a collective. She has really paid too much for our family, but she never cares about gains or losses. Mothers never mention tiredness and bitterness in front of their children; Never angry with us. Mom is a ball, the more it expands, the more energetic it is!

Mother, very competitive, unwilling to lag behind. Although our family has a large population and a small labor force, we didn't eat more than one grain in the team and made a penny in advance.

With the spring breeze of reform, institutions below the county level were merged and renamed, and fields were allocated to households. Our family has been allocated more than 13 mu of land, which is far from Dujia, and my father works in other places. The only labor force in the family is my mother. I am a weak woman and know nothing about farm work. All farm work and household chores, big and small, are done by mother alone. How difficult it is for a woman to undertake such a big family responsibility and such heavy physical labor! However, my mother was never afraid and never gave in. She just turned the ground, sowed the seeds and put the millet in the barn.

I remember one rainy day, in order to seize the time, my mother put on a raincoat, carried a plow on one shoulder, and led the cow in one hand, braving the heavy rain to plow the fields. It's not the mother's will, but the responsibility. In the ruthless years of suffering, my mother is no longer such a beautiful figure on the stage, with a beautiful white face, crow's feet in the corner of her eyes and gray temples. I am an out-and-out crop woman, and my heart aches.

Send grass to the cows at noon and want my mother to go home for dinner and rest. Far away, I saw my mother hunched, holding a pear in one hand and a whip in the other, shouting to drive the cow away. More than two acres of land, almost finished farming in one morning. At the corner, the cow saw the grass on my back, did not listen to the owner's shouting, and did not follow the rules. Mother is impatient. As soon as the whip was raised, the cow panicked and began to run. Mother is worried that the cow will go crazy, and that the plow will be damaged and the cow will be injured. So, she lifted the pear-shaped tail handrail tightly with her shoulders, so that the plow tip was inserted into the deep soil, which increased the bearing capacity of the cow until it could not be pulled. Then release your hands and pull the cow rope back. I was scared when I saw this scene, so I cried and begged my mother to let go, for fear that the cow would hurt her. But she never let go, stalemate for a long time, the whole body almost sitting in the mud. The cow was finally subdued, and I was sighing. At this time, my mother was pale, panting, soaked and muddy, and became a clay figurine. Afraid of my sadness, my mother smiled and said to me, it's okay.

Later, I learned that there is another reason why my mother is often out of breath, because she was born with only one lung. Mom, it's not easy!

Although my mother is strong, competitive and likes men, she is considerate and gentle. Although she is responsible for all the big and small things in the family, she never quarrels and complains with her father for these things, because she knows that her father is busy at school and has taught the "graduating class" for many years, which can't affect him. The affection between parents is deep, and the mother is considerate of her father. Love is for no reason. At that time, there was no labor force at home, and the two younger brothers were still young. The rice in more than ten acres of land is all carried back by shoulders. Because my home is far from my father's school, I have to walk dozens of miles every time I go back and forth, and my father has to rely on one pair of feet to complete it. So my father's feet are covered with blood bubbles for a long time, and it hurts to walk in muddy fields. My mother moved 100 kilograms of rice ears from the field to the ridge, and then asked my father to pick them home. A mother with only one lung, relying on her love for her family, supports the spring sowing and summer harvest year after year. But we have never heard her say a bitter word, scolded her for being tired, and never complained about her father once.

Mother can not only do heavy and rough work, but also do fine work of needlework and embroidery. The shoes worn at home are all made by my mother during the slack season. Not only the craft is exquisite, but also the patterns and styles are novel. Walking into my mother's room, I can see the new shoes all over the wall at a glance. Each pair of shoes is equipped with a pair of embroidered soles with exquisite patterns. Mother can not only sew, but also knit sweaters. The sweaters she knitted are very beautiful. There are different patterns and styles, which are even more beautiful than those bought in the store. Mother's movements when knitting sweaters are more beautiful and skillful. When knitting, the eyes seldom look at the hands, and the needle picking is fast and error-free. Wearing the sweater knitted by my mother not only warms my body and mind, but also shows the beauty of my youth.

Mom is popular and the neighbors like her. No matter what difficulties the neighbors have and what they need, mom takes the initiative to help. If you can't help yourself, try your best to ask others to help you until you can't. No matter what the neighbor did wrong, mother didn't care about gains and losses. She is really the greatest person in the world!

What I never expected was that such a kind, optimistic and cheerful mother had just finished her birthday and fell ill. I remember when I first got sick, there was a small sarcoma next to my ear. When I went to the hospital, the doctor informed me that it was lymphoma. After learning the secret news, I collapsed, afraid to face the reality, afraid to look up, because I can't let my mother know the real illness from my expression.

After two consecutive operations, my mother is still so optimistic and has no fear. As soon as her illness was under control, she began to be busy growing vegetables. There are different seasonal dishes everywhere in the yard. We can eat them ourselves, and the best ones are left for us to eat at home. After eating, we can bring them back to us, and then we can give them to our neighbors.

Mother loves life very much and has a wide range of interests. She often goes fishing in the wild with her father. Sometimes when I catch a lot of fish, I cut them open and wash them, and then I give all the bigger ones to my neighbors, and the rest are small fish for myself.

Mom enjoys it every day, but it never rains but it pours. Once, she was fishing with her father, and the fishing rod met with a high-voltage line that was not qualified, and she was electrocuted and almost died. I remember the first day my mother got an electric shock. When I went to see her, she was still so optimistic. She said loudly that she was fine, but her hands and feet were burned, which didn't hurt much. The town hospital can cure her illness in ten days and a half months.

A few days later, my father called again and told me that my mother was dying. We hurried home and sent our mother to the people's hospital. After the doctor diagnosed that "the electric shock penetrated the heart from the left palm to the right foot plate", my mother left soon because she missed the best treatment time and her condition was not well controlled. Afterwards, I learned that my mother refused to go to a big hospital for treatment because she didn't want to make trouble with others. My ordinary and great mother's life is hanging by a thread, and she is still thinking of others.

My hard-working mother left her beloved child and her beloved home like this.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, and I missed my mother and burst into tears. Although my mother is far away from us, I have missed her for a long time. Today, I sweep the grave, hoe incense three times, kneel on one knee and call my mother home. Mom, now that medicine is more developed, your injury can be cured. It's a wonderful life. We don't have to take the dirt road anymore, nor do we have to rely on manpower to plow the fields, let alone carry the ears of grain. All of them are mechanized. Every household lives in Xiaoyanglou. You really should come back and enjoy this wonderful life!