To the mother| mother's love is like the sea

Text/ Qi Sicui (Jiangsu)

"Mother, a name that makes people miss and heartache. The years have taken away the sadness of losing their mother, but they have left their thoughts here. I was also slowly experiencing thoughts that were thicker than sadness. Thinking of my mother today, once again, I cried like a child. This passage from former South Korean President Lee Myung-bak's "Mother" was deeply imprinted on my heart. It truly speaks to the common voice of thousands of children: mother's love is deep, and mother's love is like the sea!

There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of the mother! The mother is an angel sent by God, and she can never be separated from the instinct of motherhood, industrious, simple, kind, loving, selfless, and great. Mothers are always only concerned and dedicated, dedicated and sacrificial to their children, and so willing and tireless. In the words that mothers often joke about themselves: "Children's debts" that are not exhausted! It sounds a little sour, but how fulfilled and happy they look when they say this!

Maternal love is always full and obscure, she does not expect anything in return, no complaints, no regrets. Even when life and death are at stake, they do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives in exchange for the peace, happiness, or rebirth of their children.

Most of the time, we as children think that we understand our mothers and honor them, but this is not the case. Maternal love is always boundless, selfless and eternal, and the understanding and gratitude of children is always limited, narrow and superficial. In the mother's heart, it is always the child who is loaded. The mother's love for her children, her love for her children, is always the same as the liver and gallbladder. Her words, her smile, her hands and feet, all engraved with the motherly love of the fist.

And this kind of maternal love, which exists all the time and everywhere, penetrates into all aspects of our lives, and it is full of splendor; it is poured into the moments and minutes of our growing years; it flows in the veins and bits of our long river of life; it ignores in the mother's thousands of nagging to us... It just requires us to use our hearts to experience, to feel, to chew.

My mother is only 92 years old, but she has been away from us for almost 33 years, but her voice and smile are often clearly in front of my eyes. My mother was an illiterate rural party member, and in those days of extreme poverty, she and my father did everything in their power to cut food in the soil, feed the four of us brothers and sisters, and hold up a different kind of sky for us.

At that time, the mothers in the countryside seemed to be cloned, with blue cloth cardigans and blue-black waist pants, and they were busy and busy. Catch up with "work" during the day, do housework at night, and never finish! In addition to the commonality of rural mothers who are industrious and simple, honest and kind, hard-working, hard-working, and hard-working, my mother also has an independent personality like an "underground party": self-confident and optimistic, bright and upright, strong and decisive, and indomitable.

Someone once laughed and said that my mother was like "Liu Hulan". This "revolutionary spirit" of the mother and the teachings of words and deeds subtly affect us and inspire us. In our minds, the mother is not dead, she is just "invisible" in another world, in another way of maternal love, "remotely" us to keep moving forward.

In 1972, my father was imprisoned for "problems", my grandfather fell ill in a huff, the family ate a meal, and could not afford to pay for our studies. We came back from school without a sound carrying wooden stools. When the mother saw this, she said to us solemnly, "Children, don't be afraid, the clouds can't cover the sun, and your father is not guilty!" With the Communist Party, there will be the days of our poor! With your mother, there will be days for you to study! ”

In order to save money, the eldest brother who reads high school has to change to "day reading", often hungry and hungry, leaving early and returning to more than a dozen miles late. Once fainted on the road, the doctor diagnosed stomach bleeding needs timely blood transfusion, the heart of the haggard mother did not hesitate to extend her arm. But the doctor said that the mother was very weak and it was dangerous to draw blood. The mother said that as long as his son escaped safely, it would be worth his own death! When the mother's blood was injected into the big brother's body drop by drop, the big brother woke up, but found that the mother was still in a coma!

I have a brother and a sister born in three years of natural disasters. The frail, sickly, unnourished mother had almost no milk. But children who are waiting to be fed are always inseparable from their mother's nipples, and they cry when they leave. And the mother's nipples were sucked and bleeding, and the pain was unbearable. Once, the mother coaxed the child with her fingers instead of nipples, but after a long time, watching the child who could not suck things cry in the dark, the mother simply bit her index finger and replaced the milk with blood...

In the past, the mother was extremely poor, and the mother was somewhat patriarchal. For a long time, I was "obsessed" with my mother.

Later, when I grew up and matured, I suddenly realized: Mother is not easy! The mother was too bitter and tired... Man must have food to eat before he lives! Especially after I started a family and had children, I realized even more that "only when I am in the family do I know that chai rice is expensive, and when I raise my children, I know how to repay my mother's kindness". But at that time, my mother had long passed away, and I could never "repay the favor of my mother", and I could only silently bear the pain of "the son wants to raise and does not wait"!

About the author: Qi Sicui, pen name: Tian Xin, Grassroots, etc. A native of Yancheng, Jiangsu (now living in Changzhou), he is a freelance writer. He has published more than 1,500 articles in newspapers and magazines across the country, such as World Journal, Overseas Chinese Daily, Thai Zhonghua Daily, Chinese Kou Bao, China Construction News, China Environment News, China Building Materials News, China Safety Production News, China Young Writers Daily, etc. Participated in more than 60 award certificates in various places. His work "Love Hidden in the Heavens" won the first prize in the prose category of the 22nd Newspaper Supplement of Jiangsu Province; the essay "Talk about the Five Dragon Years I Experienced" won the gold medal of the Fifth "Chinese Love" National Poetry and Prose League; the essay "In a different place, chewing nostalgia" won the gold medal of the "Lu Xun Literature Cup" National Cultural Elite Competition League. The novel "The Last Party Fee" won the first prize of the Wuhan "New Legend" "Welcoming the 100th Anniversary of the Founding of the Party" essay contest and was selected for its collection; the essay "Autumn of the Hometown" won the third prize in the Fourth National Contest of 300 Contemporary Chinese Essays and was selected for the fourth "Selected Contemporary Chinese Essays"; the essay "Iron Blood Monument" was compiled into the "Red Book" by the Jiangnan Headquarters Memorial Hall of the New Fourth Army and the Historical Memorial Hall of the Soviet-Chinese Revolution, respectively; the essay "Red Archives Reflecting the History of the Party" was selected by Changzhou City's "Archives Reflecting a Hundred Years of Memory" The essay award was compiled into the Changzhou Archives magazine of Changzhou Municipal Archives, and won the silver medal of the 2021 "Sanya Cup" National Literature Competition; the essay "I Learned to Plant Rice with My Father" won the "Wenshiting Lake" Essay Award in Tinghu District and was compiled into "Wenshiting Lake" (2021 volume); the essay "Chongwen Zhongyi Qijiazhuang" was compiled into yancheng "Yandu Famous Village"; and the essay "Luhua Lizan" was included in the Hubei Xiaogan Junior High School Language Examination Paper. Dozens of essays were compiled into relevant magazine books. Motto: Live for dreams, live in dreams. Do not seek fame and fortune, enjoy the process.

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