I miss my mother's composition on Mother's Day

Tisch

Mother's Day in May is like a flower, tied with love, like a mother's day in a song, like a sweet and melodious song. We are warm and r

I miss my mother's composition on Mother's Day

Tisch

Mother's Day in May is like a flower, tied with love, like a mother's day in a song, like a sweet and melodious song. We are warm and rippling in a maternal love, and the sunshine in May is bright and warm. On Mother's Day, we read those poems with long aftertaste: there is only one woman in the world, she is a loving mother, and there is only one beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of her mother. ...

On Mother's Day, my mother is no longer alive. I repeat my mother's words over and over again, sort out my mother's worries over and over again, and show my mother's love one by one. Time has passed, but the mother still loves her son warmly. Time passed, but the mother did not leave, and the mother still lived in her son's heart kindly. Mother, fifteen years later, my son became a husband, my son became a father, fifteen years of wind and rain, fifteen years of course, fifteen years of nostalgia, my mother's smile and my mother's love all condensed into an eternal theme, engraved into an eternal monument, getting heavier and heavier, deeper and clearer ... You must have seen my mother in heaven, and her son has walked through it in the past fifteen years. Although time flies, time flies, my son still can't let go of his mother, you. Under your sheltered sky, it is especially sad to think that I am the "happiest cloud", and I can't help crying when I think of my mother's dribs and drabs.

Mom, on such a special day, let my son stand in the warm sunshine of Mother's Day with a bunch of bright, beautiful, moist and clean carnations and bow deeply for you. Dear mother, you have worked hard all your life, pulling your two children in the famine year when you have not enough to eat and wear, and you have gone through all the hardships and brought them up bit by bit. As a mother, it is not easy for you. Let me send my blessing to my mother in heaven, so that my mother can enjoy happiness in heaven. I will write down my thoughts on my mother one by one, and mail them over and over again, so that the mail car can bring back my memory of my mother on earth and her concern for me in heaven. ...

Mother's Day, like a song, is melodious. In ordinary life, in warm dreams, on such a special day, let's give up any excuses and reasons in the name of our mother and the proposition of maternal love, always greet our mother who is still worried about us on the phone, and often go home to see her who is still working hard for us wholeheartedly. ...

May the mother of the world celebrate holidays every day! May the mother of the world be happy and healthy forever!

extreme

Mother's Day has arrived, but it has been five years since my mother left us. The stars turn and time "shoots" arrows (as my mother always said when she was alive). My eldest son has graduated from college and teaches in a vocational school. My two youngest sons, a junior and a sophomore, also got a raise and their lives are getting better and better. I often ask myself, why can't my mother live a few more years, share our happiness and make up for her hard life?

My mother has given birth to six children in this life, and all five have grown up. After the eldest son was born, he died before he could choose a name. This is a great blow to the mother's mind, and it is this that inspires her to take care of the next five children more carefully. I am among these five children, two sisters above and one brother and sister below. Both sisters were born before 1959, which was a very difficult time. Even healthy adults can't survive the most difficult years. I heard that mother always leaves better rice porridge for her children to drink and eats chaff-skin wild vegetables by herself. Once, in order not to let my family go hungry, my mother became a "thief" in life, that is, stealing collective cabbage. Because it was dark and guilty, my mother didn't steal the food, but she was scared out of her wits. She was tortured to sleep in the wind and asked everyone for food for her children. Maybe I really touched God, and my mother who was crazy for a year miraculously recovered. Over the past year, my mother has been humiliated and physically and mentally devastated.

My brother and I were both born in the early 1960s, and the situation in our country has improved. In addition to working in the production team, farmers can also plant a small amount of private plots. Relying on the hard work of parents, the family can barely make ends meet. I remember that every New Year, my mother always invited a tailor to make new clothes for her family at home, while she had to make shoes for her family under the dim kerosene lamp. When my brother was 5-6 years old, misfortune happened again. I don't know why, the joint between the upper part of my brother's right leg and his body is very painful, and it is getting worse and worse, and he can't walk gradually. Others say this is superstition, but the mother insists on sending her children to the cooperative medical room for treatment. After sending the child to the cooperative medical room for injection every day, she went back to work in the production team. At first, it didn't work at all. Later, the doctor suggested that you can cooperate with physical therapy properly, that is, light a fire with tung oil every night and massage with tung oil. How much perseverance is needed for people who have worked all day. A month has passed, and two months have passed. It is really "sincere, the stone is open." The third month, my brother actually stood up, and he was still safe. Otherwise, how could my brother be today?

Tisso

Today, with lofty feelings, I read Grandpa Ji Xianlin's article "Missing Mother" again. In this article, I realized that Grandpa Ji Xianlin missed his mother. This reminds me of missing my mother.

When I was a child, my mother took a trip to Jiuzhaigou in the village because she was party member. My father and I still live a comfortable life at home. On the first day, I didn't dare to be sad because my mother left. I still play with my neighbor's children. However, with the passage of time, my body has changed, as if something had been lost in my body. In the next few days, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep well, had dark circles in my eyes and lost a whole circle. Dad was scared. I even went to the hospital for examination, and my condition didn't return to normal until the night when my mother came back. However, my heart is full of questions: what makes me unable to eat or sleep? I racked my brains and finally found the answer, that is, my mother left.

Mom! What a familiar name, you spread your wings to protect me, and you helped me when I failed. Without you, I am like a headless fly, drunk and lost.

This story has always been in my mind, forever.