A great mother's last wish: It's hard to see your grandchildren! Her love has made countless netizens teary-eyed!
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My mother, the rural woman who was deeply imprinted in my heart, was the embodiment of grace and tenacity typical of the South. She is petite, only about 1.55 meters tall, but in that thin body, there is a huge energy of maternal love. She was born in the early days of the Republic of China, a time when many women experienced the hardship of binding their feet, and my mother was one of them. Her feet are small and pointed, which makes her always look so hard when she is engaged in heavy physical labor. Despite this, she never complained and silently endured all kinds of pressures in life.
Her mother's long hair was silky smooth, and she often combed it meticulously and tied it into a neat bun. Her facial features are upright and elegant, especially the obvious dimples next to the corners of her mouth, which add a bit of charm. As the years passed, her teeth gradually fell out, and she chose not to have her teeth again, which made her dimples appear more deep, as if the traces of time were etched on her face. Although her mental state was a little weak, her deep eyes always shone with wisdom and determination.
I vividly remember that year, when I had just graduated from college and entered a new phase of my work. At that time, my wife was about to give birth and the unit allocated a house, so I brought my mother in and hoped that she could give me some help during my wife's confinement. Less than a month after her arrival, my mother suddenly fell ill. During the four years I was in college, my mother was always frugal, and she was reluctant to spend money on treatment when she was sick, but saved the money for me to go to school. She is already over the age of six, and she still dragged her sick body to work, and the illness that had accumulated for many years finally broke out at this moment. When I was finally able to have a stable job and income, and wanted my mother to live out her old age in peace and enjoy the blessings of Qingqing, she suddenly fell ill. The doctor's diagnosis was like a bolt from the blue - the mother was terminally ill and could not recover. I couldn't accept this harsh reality, but I had to face it. At my mother's insistence, I had no choice but to send her back to my hometown. Because the custom in my hometown is that the soul of a person who dies outside cannot enter the ancestral hall, my mother is in a hurry to go back, for fear that her soul will not be able to rest in peace on the land of her hometown.
When I returned to my hometown in the countryside, I did everything I could to seek treatment for my mother. I was running around looking for herbs and secret recipes, hoping for a miracle. However, God's will was not to be defied, and the mother's condition continued to deteriorate. At the last moment of her life, she revealed her inner unwillingness and regret to me. She can't wait to see her soon-to-be-born grandson, which has become her eternal regret. Hearing my mother's voice, my heart was like a knife, but I couldn't do anything about it. After my mother's death, I fell into deep grief. I felt guilty and guilty because I hadn't yet repaid her for raising her. This grief could not be quelled for a long time, and every time the Qingming Festival came, I would kneel in front of my mother's grave to worship, tears gushing out like a spring. This is the only way I can wash my soul and express my unfulfilled gratitude and endless longing for my mother.
Time flies, decades have passed, and although the years have carved marks on my face, my thoughts about my mother have become more and more profound. Today, I am almost 80 years old, and I enjoy the care of my children and the family life that many people dream of. I have passed on my love for my mother to my children in its entirety. I often tell them the story of my mother, so that they can understand how that great and resilient woman has influenced me throughout my life.
Under my teaching, the children are also very filial and sensible. They not only care about my daily life, but also often chat, walk and share interesting things about my life with me. What makes me even more gratified is that my children have passed on this love to their children in its entirety. They teach their grandchildren to respect their elders, be filial to their parents, and cherish the warmth and happiness of their families. My heart is filled with joy and satisfaction as I watch my grandchildren grow up healthy and happy to work under the care of their children.
Now, when I think of my mother, I still feel endless gratitude and longing in my heart. I know that she has been quietly guarding our family, giving us the strength and courage to face life's challenges. I will continue to pass on my mother's love, so that more people can feel the warmth and happiness of the family!
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