Touching family composition

The most precious thing in the world is family. Family ... they always show up at the most critical moment. Below, it is a story that makes people cry.

After the 5 12 Wenchuan earthquake, rescuers found a mother in the ruins. At that time, she was already dead. She was crushed to death by a collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit strange. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her body again, struggling to reach under her body and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive."

Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. Because of the protection of her mother's body, he was not injured. When he was taken out, he was still sleeping quietly. I found a mobile phone tucked in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor who once saw where you would go shed tears at this moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears.

On the most helpless road of life, family is the most lasting motivation, giving us selfless help and dependence; On the most lonely emotional road, family members are the most sincere companions, which makes us feel incomparable warmth and comfort; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is the clearest road sign, guiding us to reach our goal smoothly.

I saw Zhu Ziqing's back when I was very young, perhaps because I was still young, and I couldn't really understand what my father's back left for Zhu Ziqing. I just feel a little sour and astringent. When I grew up, one thing made me understand Zhu Ziqing's endless and inexplicable feelings, and that was his mother's back. ...

The window of the classroom has been painted with a layer of "white snow", and several boring boys have painted it by hand. Based on this, I can already guess the temperature outside the house. I shook my head, suddenly put some homework into my bag and trotted out. ...

Riding a bike, I can't help but shrink my neck again. "It's really evil in the cold." I beeped while riding my bike. I have been in a bad mood since I handed out the test paper in the morning. There is a great contrast between my usual good grades and this time, and the teacher has talked about it over and over again. It was really … this morning, but fortunately, when I went home for dinner at noon, I could still eat my mother's cooking and tell my mother that I was angry with her. This is the most important thing for me.

Lock the car, always want to smell what my mother cooked today, but strangely, there is no smell of food in the building today, but I am in no hurry, my mother must wait for me at home! Accompanied by my mother, the door was opened. Strangely, the smell of food at home always wafts over, but not today. I called "Mom, Mom" several times. To my surprise, my mother is not at home! I suddenly sat on the sofa, in a bad mood. I'm just looking forward to talking to my mother and complaining, but … ...

Tears can't help falling, and my heart seems to have nowhere to vent except grievances. Time has passed. I should have come long ago. But until now, I haven't come. I'm completely disappointed. I wiped my tears and went out. The door opened and a familiar figure came in. It's my mother! I saw her unhurriedly brushing her hair, looked up and saw me. She quickly said, "Qian Qian, mom came back late, and there was a traffic jam on the road. Listen, I'm cooking for you now. Wait ... "I looked up. I didn't know what a terrible expression I was staring at my mother. There seems to be only anger in my heart. I didn't wait for my mother.

The first class in the afternoon, it seems colder outside. I didn't eat at noon, and my stomach began to growl. Really cold and hungry. I began to feel a little too much at noon. It's not really my mother's fault. I was thinking, "Hey, your mother is waiting for you downstairs! Go quickly! " A classmate shouted at me. Is it true?/You don't say. God, it's so cold outside. I rushed out. Sure enough, it's still the familiar figure. I went over to say "I'm sorry" to my mother. Before I could say anything, she took out a box from her bag and said, "Qian Qian, it's my mother's fault that you didn't come back in time at noon and made you hungry, so I did it quickly." Let's go "In an instant, my heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle, which smells everything, but it is more self-reproach and self-reproach. Looking up, I noticed that my mother's hands were red and purple with cold, and she didn't even wear gloves, and her face was flushed by the wind. The traces of years climbed on her forehead, and my tears flowed down again. I didn't let my mother see it, trying to cover it up. My mother smiled and said, "Go! The food doesn't taste good when it is cold! I'm leaving! " I didn't look up, just said "hmm". When I looked up again, my mother had already gone away, leaving only my back. The back seems to have many meanings, but more is my mother's love for me. I stood in the wind for a long time with tears in my eyes and thought a lot. ...

Maternal love in lace jiaozi

When I was a child, jiaozi was a big event in my family. At that time, life at home was tense, so we had to wait until the first day of the Lunar New Year to eat jiaozi. Ordinary days, including a meal in jiaozi for the first time, naturally became a holiday for the whole family. At this time, my mother was dignified and proud, kneading dough with one hand and stuffing with the other. The stuffing is fragrant and soft, and the dough is moderate in hardness. Finally, the washbasin was clean and didn't touch a star of flour. Then my mother instructed my father and my brother to watch fire, roll skin and deliver skin, which was quite like a soldier on the battlefield.

Generally, my mother always wraps jiaozi with two kinds of stuffing, one is meat and the other is vegetarian. At that time, the circular curtain was divided into two yards of jiaozi with different fillings, like a game between two armies, across the Chu River and the Han Dynasty. My brother and I often make trouble, confusing Jiaozi, and my mother is not angry. She poked her finger at my brother and me and said, "Come on, mom will teach you how to make lace jiaozi!" " My brother and I watched curiously, and my mother gently pinched the wrapped brim of jiaozi hat and made a lace tassel, which looked beautiful, like a little girl wearing a garland on her head. We didn't know that my mother had played a little trick. She put minced meat jiaozi on lace, which surprised my brother and I to swallow. My father and I ate those vegetarian jiaozi.

Those hard years and mom's Lace jiaozi gave us unforgettable memories. However, these memories didn't begin to clear up until they became fathers, as if they had been sleeping, and we had to wake them up at the cost of experience.

Since I was able to write a few books, my family's economic situation has improved, and jiaozi is no longer the Eucharist. I think of those miserable days when I was not sensible, and I think of the scene when my mother struggled alone after my father died. I think at least I can't let my mother be wronged again. Once I took my mother to a restaurant outside and opened a foreign meat dish. She shook her head again and again: "Mom is old, her legs and feet are not neat, and she is too lazy to go downstairs!" " "I used to buy fresh fish or seasonal vegetables in the vegetable market and make them myself when I got home. My mother doesn't like them very much. Hardly had she taken a few bites when she put down her chopsticks. I smiled at my mother: "You, you really won't enjoy happiness! "

Later, I realized that although there are many kinds of food in the world and people's appetites have changed, my mother insisted on eating only jiaozi. That's the best recipe her old man has cooked for decades. I know the only way is to keep jiaozi. Whenever I buy back the meat stuffing, my mother sees that jiaozi is going to wrap it up, so she immediately puts on an apron, mixes the dough first, and then wraps the stuffing, never letting others intervene. This spirit has returned to our childhood.

On the second day of that year, the whole family also hired Jiao Zi. I want to give my mother a surprise, because this day is her old man's birthday. I wrapped a jiaozi with sugar stuffing, wrapped it in a circle of jiaozi with a curtain, and then said to my mother, "You will be very lucky if you eat this sugar stuffing jiaozi today!"

Mom shook her head again and again and said with a smile, "How can I be lucky to eat so much jiaozi?" Said, and she personally put jiaozi into the pot. Jiaozi, like a small whitebait, churned up and down in the tumbling water, full of vitality. Looking at my mother's dim eyes, I can see that she wants to eat that sugar dumpling!

The hot jiaozi brought the plate and the table. I put three jiaozi on my mother's plate first. The second jiaozi mother bit the sugar stuffing and cried out in surprise: "Yo! I really ate it! " I said, "How else can you say you are blessed?" Mother narrowed her eyes with laughter.

In fact, mom's eyes are really dim. She didn't know that I had played a little trick, and wrapped a marked jiaozi with lace candy, which was once wrapped by her old man's tutor. Lace jiaozi is full of maternal love. Now, I want to please my elderly mother with lace jiaozi.

Remember a blue rain umbrella.

My sight was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long. ...

That blue is as clear as the sky.

When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.

"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, really not ..."

Later, when I grew up, I didn't want my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard. I used to think that I had forgotten.

Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.

"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before.

Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.

So my eyes were tied to the blue umbrella. I am the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I am the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend. ...

All this is because of the oblique blue umbrella.

That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.

I don't know if it's good.