Maternal love is the sail that inspires us to dare to take the wind and waves. Maternal love is the light that guides us to dare to face the darkness and march forward; motherly love is the pine on the cliff, straight and proud, reshaping the shape of the wind, which is a kind of fortitude; motherly love is ten thousand The rooted grass, the green and the spirit in the Buddhist temple reflect the meaning of life. This is a kind of strength.
On Mother's Day, I saw the circle of friends all swiping their screens. Regarding my mother’s hard work, hard work, hard work, hard work, and greatness…Yeah, my time was so unknowing that I’m going to run for the fourth time. I’m already in middle age. . From falling to the ground, entering the campus, entering the community from the campus, going from love to wedding hall, going from oil and salt to motherhood… It's as if all this has been a rush.
When a person is sitting alone at the computer and typing these "notes" on the keyboard, he is very uncomfortable and meticulous in his heart. His mother's life is not easy. Since I began to record, I know that my mother has been overworked due to years of hard work. She does not care much about her headaches. As long as she can work in the field, it is not serious. Therefore, a minor illness has become a serious illness and the body has not been very good. Almost so many years have been I spent the pain.
However, the illness did not kill the mother. The clothes and shoes worn by the children and the schoolbags on the back were all made by the mother. My mother was a well-educated, well-behaved, kind and kindhearted person. . Always when I'm doing something wrong, I took the trouble to teach me, to open me up, encourage me, to savor my heart, though I love you, but I was always quiet in this happiness, because I have a good mother.
On the day when I was a wife, my mother cried to see me in her car, and told me to marry someone. She would have to marry. She would have to get up earlier in her mother’s house, be hard-working, and have a better temper. Something sensible… Only me, knowing how much sadness and bitterness my mother's tears contained; When I was mother, the mother who was far away, got a phone call and found out that everything was smooth and safe. I was excited to stay again. In tears, I quickly passed the news of my baby to my grandmother, my sister-in-law, my sister-in-law, and my sister-in-law. I was very obliged to tell the world about this good news. This is a mother’s longing, and she finally realized her happy daughter. The wife is the mother, and she continues to call me on the phone. I must pay attention to what is going on at the end of the month. I also mention my mother-in-law to take care of my child, help me with my child, and make me better for my mother-in-law. Only me, I know my mother. I miss my heart, I miss my mind, I miss my heart.
Along the way, experienced some people, some things, some ups and downs, some joys and sorrows, slowly and more understand the preciousness of motherly love. Now that she is a mother, she can better understand the feelings of a mother. Education is a long process, and it needs to be gradual and orderly.
Maternal love is a piece of sunshine, and even when sadness is upset, you can feel the support of a warm current. Maternal love is a clear spring. Even if the spiritual years of monsoons and monks make you crystal clear and clear, motherly love is a big tree. Even if the season reincarnates and sticks to their homes, they are willing to hold up a shade of greenery. Maternal love is an intoxicating breeze. It is the drizzle of moisturizing things. It is my longing for drifting in the horizon. Maternal love always lives with me…
Pen name: Literature