"Mother and Child Love" (essay)
The children are in Rongcheng, and the wife needs to take care of the grandchildren, so the wife and the children are not around, because of the reasons for work, I can't go with it, enjoy the world, I naturally stay at home alone. At that time, her mother was seventy and two, and after the death of her father, her old man was sad for some time, and she, who was originally cheerful, became very melancholy and lonely. A big son, more than twenty mouths, the family flashed left my mother and me, naturally the pot and stove became one, my mother was very happy, and I was also very happy. Every time I came home from the unit, I didn't have the heart to cook on the fire, and I was in my fifties and lived with my seventy-year-old mother, enjoying the world.
One day, I returned home from the unit and stepped into the old mother's yard, only to see that the old mother had just caught a small spotted dove, and her face was full of smiling warmth, and the excitement of a child was endless, and the clouds on her face for many days were swept away. The little spotted dove was in its mother's hands, terrified, its feathers exploding, and struggling. I asked my mother, "How did you catch it?" Did it accidentally eat pesticides? The mother stopped laughing and said, "Don't you see that this is a little spotted dove that has just come out of its nest?" It had just toddlered and stumbled into our house, and out of curiosity, I caught it. I asked, "After you catch it, what are you going to do with it?" The mother replied: "If you eat it without meat, why not tie your legs and give it to other children to play with?" I was taken aback and suggested, "It's better to let it go, it's still small, why do you want to kill it?" "My mother listened to me, and with a loose hand, the little spotted dove slipped and flew up to a leafy persimmon tree in the yard.
I saw my elderly mother, very obediently following my advice, and involuntarily remembering what happened when I was a child. That was when I was seven or eight years old! Every day after school, together with their playmates, they climb up the tall trees to pound the nest and pick up the eggs. When my mother found out, she taught me: "Like a human being, a bird is also a life born and raised by its parents." Its mother also loves her own child, you took its child, I don't know how sad the bird mother should be! Besides, if people take you away and never see your mother again, do you know how sad I should be! Looking at my mother's tearful and affectionate gaze, I promised my mother that from now on, I would not go up to the tree to pound the bird's nest and dig out the bird's eggs. I obediently listened to my mother's words. Since then, I have unexpectedly become a bird lover, thanks to my mother's education and cultivation of me.
On a bitterly cold snowy day, I walked to work at the unit, and on the way, past a wheat straw stack, I came across a group of large black birds foraging, and my passing disturbed them. Stunned, a group of large birds soared into the sky, I stood in the snow, staring at the black figure, spreading its wings and flying high in the color of heaven and earth, and a feeling of infinite remorse suddenly arose in my heart, regretting that I had passed by since then, disturbing them to forage on snowy days. Retracting his sight, he saw that next to the wheat straw stack, there was a large black bird, flapping its wings and unable to fly. I took a few steps, picked up the big bird, hugged it close to my chest, came to the unit, and put it in the room. Because the indoor temperature was warmer than the outdoor temperature, the big black bird gradually had a spirit, and I found a piece of steamed bun, crushed and sprinkled to feed it, and the big black bird was more alive and showed infinite vitality. A colleague accidentally pushed the door, and the big bird flew in terror and crashed indoors. So I picked up the big bird and let it fly outside, and the big bird flew into the sky in the dazzling daylight behind the snow, and flew all the way to the end of the sky. Withdrawing my galloping thoughts, I asked my mother, "Do you remember when I was a child, I pounded bird nests and picked up bird eggs?" The mother said, "Why don't you remember?" Birds are animals with memories, and every time you take out bird eggs and pound through bird nests, bird fathers and bird mothers always chase after you, keep up with you from time to time, and take the opportunity to bite your scalp. I was frightened, put a hat on you, you were too hot, you just threw it away and didn't wear it, and finally, a piece of skin was bitten off your head by a bird, and you were frightened and got sick. At this point, I raised my head, looked at the little spotted dove spreading its wings on the persimmon tree and said, "Mom, you see, the little spotted dove is waiting for the mother bird to call it to eat!" "The mother laughed, and I laughed, and the mother and son laughed so happily, because today's incident evoked a happy memory of the mother and son!