Mother's Day | parents are there, life has a place to come; parents go, life is only the way home

It's the annual Mother's Day again, and it's time for us to express our gratitude, respect and love to our mothers. But for our parents, is it enough to have this one holiday? Is it enough to simply express gratitude and do some filial piety on this day?

Far from enough.

Filial piety, be early

There is a story that anyone who reads it will be moved.

In ancient times, there was a filial piety named Han Boyu. When he was a child, his mother always taught him harshly when he made mistakes, and sometimes beat him. When he grew up, when he made mistakes, his mother's lesson remained the same. Once when his mother beat him, he suddenly burst into tears.

Mother was surprised that she had never cried after beating him for decades, so why did she cry this time? So I asked him. Bo Yu replied: "From childhood to adulthood, my mother beat me, and I felt very painful. I could feel that my mother had done this to educate me. But today my mother hit me, and I don't feel any pain anymore. This shows that my mother's body is getting weaker and weaker, and the time I have spent raising my mother is getting shorter and shorter. I can't help but feel sad when I think of this. ”

Yeah, when you think about this, who wouldn't be sad about it? After all, when the parents are there, life has a place to come; when the parents go, life is only the way home.

This story, which also has a modern version, is nothing more than the opposite.

A boss has a successful career and can't often go home to visit his parents. Once when he returned home, his father made a wish to go to the capital Beijing, climbed the Tiananmen Tower and waved his hand, asking his son to take a picture of him with a camera.

After listening to it, the son told his father that this is very simple, not a big deal, and he will definitely take you there when he has time! However, three days and five days have passed, three months and five months have passed, three years and five years have passed, and until the old man dies, he has not been able to realize this wish.

The son pounded his chest, remorseful, and lamented that no matter how much money he had, he could never buy back what he had lost.

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stopping, and the son wants to raise and not to be kissed." Filial piety, be early. Many people have heard this sentence and heard the heart go, but there are few.

Many times, we always feel that there is not enough time. Busy with studying, busy with work, busy with socializing, it seems that he is an involuntary cog and has to run with the big machine of society.

We always think that we don't have enough money at hand, and when we earn some more money, we will let our parents live a good life with ourselves; we will always think that our current housing is too narrow, and when we earn money and buy a spacious house, we will take our parents to our side; we will always think that our current job is not ideal, and when we have a good career and become famous, we will share the world with our parents...

But we don't know that we have a lot of time to create the future and realize our dreams, and our parents don't have so much time to wait for us to succeed and share our joy. We are too concerned about ourselves, ignoring the delicate worries and thoughts of our parents, ignoring the fears and expectations of our parents. We haven't been able to fulfill even a small wish.

Filial piety, be early. When we are young, we often do not understand this truth, and when we really understand, we have long become no longer young, or even no chance.

The mothers of the five famous artists burst into tears when they read it

Lao She: People who have a mother are stable in their hearts

The lives of children do not follow the track set by their parents, so the old man cannot help but be sad.

People, even if they live to be eighty or ninety years old, have a mother and be a little more or less childish. If you lose your loving mother, you are like a flower in a bottle, and although it still has color and fragrance, it loses its roots. People who have a mother are at peace of mind.

Life was given to me by my mother. I was able to grow up to be nurtured by my mother's blood and sweat. I was able to become a person who is not very bad, and I was inspired by my mother. My character, my habits, was passed down from my mother. She had never enjoyed a single day in her life, and when she was dying, she ate coarse grains. Alas! What else to say? Heartache! Heartache!

Zou Taofen: The most reluctant thing a mother can do in her life is her children

When her mother died, she was only twenty-nine years old, leaving behind three men and three women. On the night of her deathbed, she was very conscious, and she held back tears and cried out to her children one by one. The last thing she wanted to die was her group of children.

Hu Shi: Mother is the one who taught us to be human

My mother disciplined me the most, and she was a loving mother and a strict father. But she never scolded me in front of others, hit me, I did something wrong, she only looked at me, I saw her stern eyes, and I was frightened. She waited until the next morning when I woke up to teach me a lesson. She waited until the evening when people were quiet, closed the door, first rebuked me, and then punished me, or punished kneeling, or twisted my flesh. No matter how severe the punishment, I was not allowed to cry, and she taught her son not to use this to make others hear.

I lived under my mother's teachings for nine years and was greatly and deeply influenced by her. I left her at the age of fourteen (actually only twelve hundred two or three months old), and I was alone in this vast sea of people for more than twenty years, and no one ever disciplined me. If I can learn the slightest bit of good temper, if I can learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive people and be considerate of people - I have to thank my loving mother.

Jia Pingwa: "Mom is dead" is the saddest word in the world

When people are alive, they only have many things, and they do not care about day and night. Once people die, the days are piled up: do the math, and in twenty days, my mother will be the third anniversary.

Three years ago, every time I sneezed, I always had to say: Who wants me? My mother loves to laugh, so she said: Who wants to mile, mother wants to mile!

Once upon a time, my mother sat on the bed in the room on the right, and as soon as I wrote, she stopped walking around and didn't make a sound, but she had to look at me at a glance, and after a long time, she wanted to call me, and then said: Can you finish writing the words in the world, go out and look around.

It had been a long time, and although I was no longer worried about her illness, I went out, and no one was talking like this or that, and I had good food and drink, and I didn't know who to give it to.

The third anniversary is approaching day by day, the custom in the countryside is to hold a ceremony, I prepared incense candles flowers and fruits, back to the flowers. But once I returned to the flowers, I was going to go to the grave, and reality told me that my mother was dead, I was on the ground, she was underground, yin and yang were separated, mother and son could no longer see each other, and suddenly tears flowed and cried long.

Stetson: The only person who unconditionally embraces us is our mother

After my legs were paralyzed, my temper became violent. Looking out the window at the array of geese returning from the sky, I would suddenly smash the glass in front of me; listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I would violently throw the things in my hands against the walls around me. My mother would then quietly hide out and secretly listen to my movements in a place I could not see. When all was quiet, she came in quietly again, her eyes red, looking at me. "I heard that the flowers in the North Sea are blooming, and I push you to go for a walk." She always said that. My mother loved flowers, but since my legs were paralyzed, the flowers she served had died. "No, I'm not going!" I pounded these two hateful legs fiercely and shouted, "What the hell am I doing!" My mother rushed over and grabbed my hand, suppressed her crying, and said, "Let's two of us together, work well, work well..." But I never knew that her illness had reached that step of the field. Later, my sister told me that she often had liver pain and couldn't sleep all night.

That day I sat alone in the house again, watching the leaves outside the window fall . The mother came in and blocked the window: "The chrysanthemums of the North Sea are blooming, I will push you to see." "Her haggard face showed a begging look." When? "If you want, tomorrow?" She said. My answer had already taken her to her delight. "Okay, tomorrow." I say. She was so happy that she would sit down and stand up: "Then hurry up and get ready." "Oh, annoyed?" A few steps, what's there to prepare! She also smiled, sat down next to me, and said, "After seeing the chrysanthemums, let's go to the 'imitation', you loved to eat the pea yellow there when you were a child." Remember when I took you to the North Sea? You say that the poplar flower is a caterpillar, running, squashing one foot at a time..." She suddenly stopped talking. She is more sensitive to words like "run" and "step" than I am. She went out quietly again.

She went out and never came back.

When neighbors carried her to the car, she was still spitting blood in a big mouth. I didn't expect her to be sick like that. Watching the tricycle go away, I never thought that it was a permanent farewell.

When the neighbor's lad carried me to see her, she was breathing hard, like the hard life of her life. I was told that her last words before she fell unconscious were, "My sick son and my daughter, who is still an adult..."

It was autumn again, and my sister pushed me to the North Sea to see the chrysanthemums. The yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are high, the purple flowers are warm and deep, sprinkled, and the autumn wind is blooming. I understood what my mother hadn't said. My sister understands it too. We're all together, we're going to have a good job...

Conclusion: Often go home to see, spend more time with the elderly

I believe that every child who is sincere and loyal has made a "filial piety" wish to his parents in his heart, believing that he will be able to fulfill his filial piety in the day when he will return to his hometown after becoming famous and famous.

It is a pity that people forget, forget the cruelty of time, forget the brevity of life, forget that there is a grace in the world that can never be repaid, and forget the fragility of life itself. There are some things in the world that can be made up, and some things that can never be made up...

Take advantage of your parents' lifetime, often go home to see, and accompany them well. Just as they pampered us as adults in our infancy.