The topic of motherhood can also be said to be an eternal theme of human beings. We have given it too many interpretations, and we have given it too many connotations. It may not have the shocking spirit of a historical epic, nor the stormy waves that sweep the sea, but maternal love is like a spring rain, a song, moisturizing things silently, and long and long.
The famous Soviet writer Gorky once said: "Mother's love is the greatest force in the world." Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's heart would be a desert. ”
The most ordinary person in the world is the mother, and the greatest is also the mother. There has never been a kind of text that can write all the mother's love, the article has a long and short end, and the mother's love is a traceless time, throughout the whole of our lives.
Mother's love is like an idyll, distant and pure, elegant and light; Mother's love is a landscape painting, washing away the lead carvings, leaving fresh and natural; Mother's love is like an affectionate song, tactful and melodious, singing softly; Mother's love is a warm wind, blowing away the snow and bringing infinite spring. Mother's love is the smile that accompanies each other for a lifetime, mother's love is the wisps of thoughts wandering the world, mother's love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed, and mother's love is the ardent expectation of children's growth.
The mother is more like a book, full of hard work, kindness, pride and concern; the mother is the enlightenment teacher of the child's walking, teaching the child the social principles of behaving in the world; the mother is the umbrella of the child's life, protecting the child's courage to break through in the grinding; and the mother is also the child's backrest to fight the wind and rain.
At the same time, the ordinary and great mother's love is calmly reflected in daily life through some ordinary little things; mother's love is selfless, selfless mother's love is because the mother dedicates everything she has to her children; mother's love is sincere, and sincere mother's love is naturally revealed in the mother's ordinary life.
There are countless ways of motherly love, a simple word, a smile, a nod...... In these details, there is a taste of love in both deep and shallow, heavy or light. As long as you taste and chew, you will taste the taste of love. In ordinary life, mother's love is to shake our hearts with some small things.
Mother's love is the holies, noblest, and most selfless love in the world. Mother's love is the flow of water, giving her children rain and dew-like moisture, and mother's love is like a calm and quiet sea, giving her children to learn to swim in the rippling ocean and experience life.
But some people tend to ignore it, turn a blind eye, and often wait until the senses are detected, but nothing can catch up. I didn't feel that before. It wasn't until the years went by, and I gradually got older, that I slowly understood and realized this.
My biological mother died of illness when I was seven years old. So the memories of their mothers are also trance-like and vague, and most of them are told by their peers.
I couldn't calm down for a long time, and I could only silently mutter: "Mother in heaven, are you okay?"
In the 4560s and 70s of the last century, my family lived in a street-facing shop in the middle of the north and south streets of the ancient town (that was recognized by my father and later bought Wang Kechang's house in the village at a price difference), three small rooms, transformed into a large and a small two rooms, the north one is the living room, the outside is a large bicycle repair shop and a summer kitchen or something, and there is a small courtyard of ten square meters in the east.
My mother, like my father, was very popular in the local area. Not only is she friendly and welcoming to her relatives and friends, but she also gets along well with her neighbors and people from nearby villages. From the time my mother gave birth to me, all the relatives and neighbors enthusiastically helped each other, as can be seen in the leopard.
I vaguely remember that my mother was of medium stature and couldn't read a single big word, because the elderly woman gave birth to me, and she had confinement disease, her body was swollen, and she was sick in adulthood. Although my mother was sick, her love for me was unambiguous.
Since my family lives on the main street, as soon as I go out, there is a bustling and lively street, and I go around on the street with my friends every day to play, play and play. I vaguely remember that every afternoon at that time, it was just half of the afternoon, and the sun was still high, and my mother called me by my nickname and looked for me all over the streets and alleys to go home. Except for cloudy days and strong winds, almost every day. Listening to the stories of their contemporaries, this scene has almost become a unique scene in the local area every afternoon at that time.
Because my mother is an elderly woman and has a physical illness, she has no milk after giving birth, so at first it was a patch (we are in charge of supplementing the child with milk powder, condensed milk and some other foods called patching) rice soup batter or something. Later, I found a wet nurse to milk me out.
At that time, because I had no breast milk, and I was served with some rice soup, batter and other foods every day, my nutrition was very insufficient, and my mother was very anxious and anxious. Fortunately, her mother is popular, and she is kind and enthusiastic about people, so people are also very kind to her.
At that time, if my mother knew that any of the neighbors had children of the same age as me, she would take me to me and ask them to nurse me, and the neighbors would not hesitate to put their children aside and hold me in their arms to fetch me until I was full.
Later, if there was a woman who gave birth to a child in a nearby village, my mother would also take me to eat other people's milk, and this scene was often told by my mother's relatives and friends of the same generation as my mother and the women I used to eat their milk from the time I was sensible when I was a child until I grew up.
Sometimes we chat, or sometimes we run errands, and when I meet them, they tend to say, "Ahh "There have been many times in this scenario.
Therefore, eat 100 milk, anyway, there are no 100 milk, but there are dozens of them. Therefore, as the saying goes, good intentions will be rewarded, which is also a wise saying since ancient times, an ancient folk saying.
Although I don't have the ability to help the villagers do some big things, I still don't hesitate to do what I can, and sometimes I do my best to repay the villagers.
"The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense sewing before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late, who is careless, and will be rewarded with three springs." The Tang Dynasty poet Meng Xiao's poem "The Wanderer's Song" fully embodies the motherly heart and love of the world's mothers. This could not be more accurate than in my mother's case.
The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense sewing before leaving, the intention of returning late, who said an inch of carelessness, repaid Sanchunhui
When I was a child, there was a Xi in our local area that we wore "hundred family clothes" for pampered children. "Baijiayi" was a way for local people to beg gods or something to bless their children at that time. I vaguely remember, this bar seems to remember a little more clearly, maybe when I was six or seven years old, I was wearing a fancy dress, and it was cotton. In order to keep me warm, but also to save, my mother made the clothes quite large, and I vaguely remember that they were big and wide, almost covering my buttocks, but they were very warm. I didn't wear it until I was in elementary school.
Nowadays, it is nothing for children to wear floral clothes, and it is not new for boys to wear floral clothes, but the floral clothes I wore at that time were not the current floral clothes at all, but "Baijia clothes".
"Baijiayi" is my hard-working and kind mother in order to raise me as an adult, begging for a hundred families, a family begging for a small piece of cloth, needlework, thread, thousands of threads, how much effort and effort it took to make it.
Imagine how difficult it would be for my mother to drag her sick body into clothes from a hundred pieces of cloth of different sizes, including blue, black, and all kinds of floral cloth, under the dim kerosene lamp! First of all, small pieces of fabric should be pieced together into large pieces of cloth according to their size and color, and then they could be cut and sewn according to the fabric. A needle and a thread are really thousands of needles and threads, and the needles and threads all contain the mother's hard work and ardent expectations!
This is really the needle and thread in the hands of the mother, Jiao'er has hundreds of clothes on her body, densely sewn under the dim light, and the needle and thread show the true feelings, who knows that the world is unpredictable, and it is difficult to repay the mother's kindness.
But I don't know how to drop because I was ignorant at that time, I vaguely remember when my mother died, I was seven years old, and I vaguely remember that it was already summer, and on the day of the funeral, my mother's coffin stopped in the hall, and when the spirit was raised (that is, when the coffin was carried out), all relatives and friends and some neighbors were crying, and some were hiding their faces and sobbing, but I knelt in front of the spirit not only did not cry, but stared at a pair of eyes, and turned around to see others crying.
It was still my uncle, who couldn't look at it, so he slapped me on the head and shouted, "Why don't you cry your mother!"
In retrospect, I was really thrilled and emotionally uneasy. From my croaking to the ground, to babbling and learning, from slowly learning to understanding personnel a little, from my Baijia's milk to Baijiayi's mother has paid my life's energy and hard work for me, and even the whole of my life, why am I so bastard and ignorant!
Horses have the meaning of hanging reins, dogs have the grace of wet grass, crows are still feeding, lambs know how to kneel and milk, and even animals have actions of gratitude and return, not to mention people.
In a person's life, the most dearest and most loved and respected are their parents. There is a saying in our hometown, "I raise mine, I raise me." "This is our dearest and dearest person. A parent's love for their children is the most selfless love, and it is an expectation and a watch for their children.
The love of parents is the love of blood, the love of flesh and blood, the world is big, and there is no great kindness from parents. The mountains are high and the sea is deep, and there is no deep affection from parents. The love of parents for their children is really afraid of melting in their mouths, afraid of falling in their hands, truly selfless and fearless, without complaint or regret, and without asking for anything in return.
"The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the candle turns into ashes and tears begin to dry," a poem by the great poet Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, a praise portrayal of silkworms and candles in "Untitled", how could it not be a true portrayal of parents under the world?
The hearts of parents in the world are the same, and the hearts of parents in the world are pitiful. There is a local saying, "It's easy to kiss down, but it's hard to kiss up." This is also a wise saying. It wasn't until the years went by, when we had children ourselves, that we really realized this. Only when raising children do you know the kindness of your parents. How broad-minded and fearless is the love of parents!
The love of parents is the greatest and noblest love in the world!
I remember that there is an ancient saying: "Filial piety is the first, and filial piety is the foundation of virtue." There is another sentence: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait."
We can't repay our parents for their nurturing grace no matter what. In the world, there are many regretful things and how many things are delayed. But only filial piety to parents cannot be delayed, and only the regret of filial piety to parents cannot be had. Maybe some delayed things can be made up, and some regrets can be passed. But if the matter of filial piety to parents is delayed, it will not be able to catch up, and it will cause a lifetime of regret, that is, "the son wants to raise but does not wait".
There is also a saying in our local area, "Parents are the Buddhas we should respect." No matter what god you worship or what Buddha you worship. Parents are the Buddhas we should respect. In a person's life, heaven and earth are the kings and teachers, but the first thing we should be grateful for is our parents, who gave us life. First of all, filial piety and respect should also be our parents, it is their selfless and great love that gives us everything.
When I write this, I am not only emotionally restless, but I can't calm down for a long time, but I can only silently say, "Mother in heaven, are you okay"?
If, if, if there is a future life, I will still be your son and repay my mother for the filial piety I have not fulfilled in this life.
Note: The picture and some words and sentences are quoted from the Internet;