"Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies." If you throw it into your mother's arms, you will not be able to enjoy happiness..." This song celebrates the loving mother who has raised us and paid a lot of hard work, and the mother's love is endless.
10 years ago, my mother lost my brother, and I saw a beggar on the street painting a portrait of my mother, and I hugged the beggar and cried.
My family was originally a very happy family, because I was a girl, my parents decided to have another son, and it was really a son to be born, which made my parents happy and made others envious. Originally, my name was Yu, and my mother changed my name to Yu after I had my brother, and my brother's name was Yu, which together means "to be happy".
It is conceivable how harmonious our family is, our parents have never quarreled, and there is no shortage of money in the family.
But something happened, and our harmonious family almost collapsed.
Ten years ago, my mother lost my brother, and when I saw a beggar painting my mother on the street, I hugged the beggar and cried bitterly.
That day, my mother took my brother to the market. My mother had a sudden idea and wanted to perm her hair. Because my mother is only thirty-one years old, it is the age of beauty. She permed her hair and dyed it orange. Dyeing your hair is time-consuming. She was dying her hair and my brother was playing in the barbershop. After a while, she went out to play in the street, and the market was crowded with people. When the mother was looking for her brother after the perm, he disappeared and hurried out to find him, but he could be found there.
When my brother disappeared, I mobilized my family to search for him. One day, two days, a month later, my mom almost didn't go crazy. She stayed up all night and cried all night. No one condemned her, and she blamed herself to death.
My brother was just over six years old when he disappeared. I remember when my brother was a kid, I used to carry him on his back. He drooled every time and wet my neck.
Later, although my mother calmed down, the shadow of losing my brother has always hung over our family, which is very depressed and sad. The family did not dare to touch the land, hurting everyone. Once, my father suddenly said, If your brother were alive, he would be eleven years old. As a result, my mother was sick, I was sick, and my father was crying.
Story: Ten years ago, my mother lost my brother, and when I saw a beggar painting my mother on the street, I hugged the beggar and cried bitterly.
Over the years, my parents never stopped to look for my brother, and they went out when they were idle. My mom said it was the most worrying trip.
Later, I was admitted to the university and went to the university in Wuhai.
In my sophomore year, I went to an off-campus internship with a few of my classmates. Walking through the square on Central Avenue, we saw a man drawing on the ground in colored chalk, with a Mona Lisa smile, and a head picture, just like my mother looked like when she was young. Why are the dimples on the face and the moles on the chin so similar.
This day I returned to the dormitory and felt that the portrait was too similar. Why didn't I take it down and show it to my mom? Thinking of this, I was ready to see it again the next day, but I was worried that I would be erased at night. It would be a shame if it was erased.
The next day, I went to Central Avenue again. If the man was still drawing there, I took a dollar out of my pocket and threw it in a broken bag. Because I was about to draw, I squatted down. At this time, I looked closely at the painter, who was covered in filth and missing a leg. Looking at his face, I was stunned. Although his face was yellow and black, his face was full of vicissitudes, but he was not old. The point is that he is very
The man was stunned, it was really my brother, I also shouted, "Yu, I am!" Do you know me? ”
The man looked up for a long time and shouted, "Sister!"
Oh, my God! It's my brother. I rushed over and hugged my brother! We hugged each other and wept bitterly.
That day, my brother was taken away and taken to a dark room in the city, his legs were broken alive, and then he went to beg his master. One day, my brother eloped with a man named Jane, came to another city, and met an old man painting on the ground. The old man adopted his brother because he felt pitiful, and then taught him to paint to earn money. After the old man died, his brother came out to earn money.
I immediately informed my parents, bought clothes for my brother, took a shower, and waited for their arrival.