Thanksgiving, Mother!

Thanksgiving, Mother!

2022

Zheng Zhizhong

"In the lightest and lightest voice in the world, call your name softly—Mother." Mother, you carry the truth, with the warmth, with the greatness flowing in the blood, so that the children feel infinitely kind and thick and broad. Mother's love is the most selfless and uncomplicated emotion and dedication in human history, you have paid your youth, beauty, used your own wisdom, personality, taught children to talk and walk, eat and dress, children are older, teach some principles of doing things for people. The heavy responsibilities of life and education are all on the mother's body, the mother loves us well, and the mother's love helps us grow. As we matured, the word mother, just a scream, felt choked in the throat. The kindness of the "mother" is really immeasurable, and the mother's broad and broad mind brings us a sense of safety and warmth and the return of the fallen leaves.

Mothers are living Buddhas who are eternal in our hearts. In "Zhou Yi", Kun is the mother and the earth. The mother is like the earth, carrying things with great virtue. Mother, among all the social roles, seems to be the most ordinary and ordinary. Before your goal in life is clearly revealed, your mother can always eliminate your anxiety and worry, teach you to read a good book, and calm down to enrich yourself. However, it is this kind of ordinariness, this kind of obscurity and unrequited effort, that gives birth to that incomparable nobility and greatness. The love of a mother is like the love of the earth. She gave birth to all things, tolerated and benevolently, and allowed human beings to multiply and pass on from generation to generation. As Sanmao said, "Mother, mother, in your daughter's heart, you are the source, the love, and the eternity." You are also the path, the truth and the life we have sought all our lives. ”

The Italian poet Dante said: "There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of the mother." "Life is a long and short journey. We will walk across the plains, we will cross the thorns, we will taste sweet, and we will have to bear sorrow, but we still have to walk bravely and unremittingly. Without flowery language, your mother can always silently encourage you, you are reasonable, you go and say, always have the courage to say "no". Mother's love is a long road, and wherever you go, she will accompany you to extend everywhere! That leisurely concern, that earnest ding-dong, that silent blessing, that gentle affection, every minute and second, the mother's heart has not left you! When we seem to be able to look at life, maybe one day, we will suddenly find that our white-haired mother is looking at us with a kind of gaze full of infinite love, infinite care, infinite concern, behind our backs.

Mother is the most amiable person in this world, she bears the most pain, carries the most pressure, and maternal love is the greatest force in the world. She is generous and benevolent, and there is a place in this world that is always warm. The British study found that mothers do 42 chores a day, with an average of 19 being done by 9 a.m. Mothers not only have to take care of their children and families, but also do their jobs well. The 10 things that a mother must do every day are: prepare breakfast, wake up the child, pack breakfast for the child, buy vegetables, prepare dinner, wash dishes, wipe the table, sweep the floor, wash clothes and dry clothes. In addition, things such as playing with children or taking care of the elderly are also things that a mother often needs to face. These seemingly trivial housework make us feel the breadth and depth of maternal love. She has always been with love, with warmth, with compassion, with kindness, with a smile, to life, to us!

Mother is a lamp that gives us light and warmth. Without a mother, the world would lose its warmth. The deepest love of the world is maternal love! In times of sorrow she is comfort; in times of despair, she is hope; in times of weakness, she is strength. When she is around your mother, she cares for you in every way, from childhood to adulthood, she will hurt you and love you in different ways. When it's hot, afraid that you're hot, your mother will hand you a fan; when it's cold, afraid that you're frozen, she'll urge you to hurry up and add clothes; when your mouth is dry, afraid that you're thirsty, she'll hand you a glass of warm boiled water; when you're off work, afraid that you're tired, she'll give you good food. It's windy, it's raining, and your mother's heart is always following you, and her mouth is always nagging you over and over again. No matter what kind of heart, no matter what grievances, as long as there is a mother, you can talk to her, even if it is useless, you can always let your heart get some peace, you can always get some comfort from your mother.

The greatest happiness in life is that no matter how old you are, you have a mother's pain. "The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer's shirt is clothed." The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late. Whoever says anything will repay the three Chunhui! MengJiao's poem is more of a welcome ceremony to make up for the regrets of life. An ordinary and common scene, maternal love overflowing, tugging at the heartstrings of every reader, tear-jerking evoking the deepest memories of the world's people. "Brilliant grass flowers, under the North Hall of Luo Sheng." The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to vomit? The loving mother relies on the door, and the wanderer walks bitterly. The day of gan is sparse, and the day of sound is obstructed. Look up at the cloud forest, ashamed to listen to the birds. "Wang Mian's poem vividly depicts the longing between mother and child through seeing things and thinking about people and borrowing things to express affection." Pray to the mother river beam, white hair sad to see tears withered eyes. On the night of the tragic firewood, it is better to have a son than nothing. "In order to make a living, I had to go away. At the time of parting, seeing the mother with white hair scattered and her tearful eyes dry, the grief in her heart was unbearable, and the poet wrote this tear-jerking poem "Don't Old Mother". He is old, but he cannot let his mother enjoy the blessings, and he still leaves his mother in front of the firewood gate in the snow and wind, such a son, it is better to have than not. Words are like hammers, tapping the reader's heart, making people unbearable to read. The mother saw that her son's face was thin and thin, and her heart was very pitying, so she quickly called her son to herself, carefully inquired about the wind and dust along the way, asked long and short questions, repeated and repeated, and did not tire of it. The son was already guilty because he had not fulfilled his responsibility to serve his mother, so he did not dare to talk about the difficulties of wandering outside, and let his mother worry in vain. "The heart of the beloved son is endless, and the return home is happy and tasty." The needle and thread of the cold clothes are dense, and the ink marks of the home letter are new. Meet pity thin, Hu'er asked bitterly. Humble and ashamed of the son of man, do not dare to sigh the wind and dust. ”

Mother's love is unrequited, and life is even more demanding! Bi Shumin said: "Every child who is sincere and loyal has made a grand wish of filial piety to his parents in his heart, believing that the coming day will be long, believing that the water will come to fruition, and believing that he will be able to fulfill his filial piety on the day when he will return to his hometown after becoming 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. "Filial piety comes first, and filial piety should be done in a timely manner." While my parents are still alive, I often go home to see, cook with my parents, and nag. There is no regret medicine in the world, and it is still too late for everything. Maternal love is the capital of our pride and the foundation of happiness. Thanksgiving, Mother!

Responsible editor| Lin Shengyu Editor| Zheng Zhizhong

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