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I like to read Teacher Swallow's article the most, warm, loving, sentimental about me very much is healing. I especially like to read the articles written by Teacher Swallow about my mother. The thought of the mother, the story between the mother, the words of the mother, the words are full of love for the mother, and the mother's pity for herself, this is the simplest, truest and happiest emotion.

My mother is now in her sixties and helps take care of her grandchildren at my brother's house. Sixty years old is not a big age, many old people at this age are walking like flying, and my mother is moving slowly, the day is cold, the pain in both legs is unbearable, and I can't move. The younger brother led his mother to the hospital several times, and although he was much better now, he could not go fast, and he could barely pick up his children to go to school. The mother is very content with the current life, and every time she calls the mother, she is very happy, and the mother says: "The life now is much better than before, how good is the life now, no need to work in the field." ”

The mother's legs are a symptom of the heavy labor of her youth. My father was sick for many years, and the mother was the most important labor force in more than ten acres of land. For farm work my family uses the most primitive tools of production, the ground handle cart and the sickle. When the wheat is harvested, the woman will go down to the ground to cut the wheat before dawn, and sometimes it will be bright after cutting an acre of land. During the wheat harvest season, it is busy from dawn to dark. Cut the wheat in the morning and in the morning, pull the car a little bit home in the afternoon, and use the threshing machine to remove the wheat in the evening in partnership with others, and it will be more than eleven o'clock in the evening when every busy time.

When I grew up, I helped my mother to work, the most afraid of the wheat harvest, getting up early and going to bed late, sleeping seriously, standing seems to be able to fall asleep, tired arms and legs do not listen to the call, as if it is not their own, the mother worked for many years.

One year in the autumn harvest, the mother got up early and was busy in the dark, waiting for all the corn to be collected, peeled and hung in the yard, and the ten fingernails of the mother were all dropped. When I came home from vacation, I found that my mother's fingers were wrapped around and asked my mother what was wrong with her fingers. The mother replied: "It's okay, it may be peeled corn husks, after a while it will be fine." "The neighbor told me that my mother did not know how to rest when she worked, and worked all night and all night. I told my mother, "I'm not going to school anymore, so I'll help you at home." My mother was angry and criticized me: "Your father and I worked hard just to let you and your younger brothers and sisters grow up and suffer less, no longer eat the hardships we have suffered, you don't go to school, what can you do when you grow up?" "My mother can't read, but she knows the importance of going to school. After carrying my mother, I burst into tears, and secretly vowed in my heart that I must study hard and go out of the countryside when I grow up.

The mother was busy every day, and there was little work in the field in the winter, so the mother spun cotton, woven cloth, and collected the soles of shoes, and was never willing to be idle. Maybe it was overwork, and the ten fingers of the mother were seriously deformed.

The mother is industrious, frugal and kind. My mother's personality deeply affected me.

I remember once, I followed my mother to pull the car to the outer village to grind noodles, on the way back. I saw a cyclist, stopped to smoke, and when he took out his cigarette, something fell out of his pocket, and the man lit a cigarette and rode away.

My mother and I approached and saw that it was a wallet, and when she picked it up and opened it, she saw that there was a lot of money in it. I looked at it, happy to be broken, we hid it, and no one knew, this must be able to buy a lot of good food. Before I could finish thinking about it, my mother urged me to catch up with the cyclist, who had fallen. The mother saw that I was reluctant, so she went to chase after me, and the mother ran while shouting, and finally returned the money to others, I thought in my heart: The mother is really stupid.

My mother came back to see that I was sullen and unhappy, and criticized me fiercely, "You must remember that no matter how poor we are, we cannot covet other people's things, and we will be uneasy for a lifetime when we take things that are not our own." "I deeply remember my mother's words, only by relying on my own diligence can I get the life I want.

I am well aware of the industriousness and kindness of my mother, and I have also hated my mother for not having knowledge, unlike other people's mothers who will teach their children knowledge. He once wrote an unformed poem, slightly expressing the feelings between him and his mother.

"Mother"

Back in the day

Often complain that you are illiterate

My bumpy road in life

Can't be better

To this

You always smile

Shown on the face

Guilt for the daughter

Back in the day

Often complain that you are shallow

Take your ding-dong

It's all in the ear

Grow up

I became a mother

just found out

Own complaints

What a mess

for children

Mother worked hard all her life

Suffered enough from life

Gently hold the mother

Ten fingers bent and bent completely deformed hands

Holding my mother

Waddling footsteps

Mother

First half students

You gave everything for us

In old age

We will also try our best

Let you enjoy the happiness of life

I asked my mother, "Mother, what kind of life do you think is the happiest?" The mother replied, "The happiness that all three of you sisters can live is the happiest life for me." ”

Yes, watching the child can live happily is the happiness of the mother. We can take care of our own lives and live happily, which is also another filial piety to our mothers.

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