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After a while, my father came running excitedly with some apples in his arms. He handed me the apples one by one from the window. Looking at my father's frosty white hair, I can't help shivering. The last apple missed and fell to the ground. Dad quickly bent down to pick it up. At this moment, the car started. Dad quickly wiped the dirty apple on his clothes and handed it to me again. When the car started, my father waved outside the window and shouted anxiously, "Don't eat that apple, it hasn't been cleaned yet ... don't forget to write home at school." Tears welled up in my eyes, dripping on my hands, dripping on the apples still stained with dirt.

(Excerpted from "At that moment, I was moved")

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This is a night with nine days of weather. I went to the dormitory after studying at night, only to find a person curled up on the side of the road. I didn't pay attention at first, but I stopped when my eyes came into contact with those worn cotton shoes. It's my mother! She looked up and shook the snow and walked to me with heavy steps. Her fingers are too cold to stretch straight, and she is still holding a bag. I opened my bag and saw a pair of new cotton shoes and some eggs. When I touched it with my hand, there was still a residual temperature on the egg. She happily took out an egg, peeled it off and sent it to my mouth. Looking at her pleading eyes, I took a tearful bite. When I learned that she had been waiting for me in the snow for nearly two hours, I scolded her angrily and lovingly: "Why didn't you come to see me in class?"

She bowed her head in injustice and told me in sign language: "I don't want people to know that your mother is dumb, they will laugh at you." At this time, I can no longer restrain my feelings. I hug my mother, who is only shoulder-high now. Her expression made me even more ashamed. She was startled at first, then turned from joy to joy, and finally gave me a tentative hug.

(Excerpted from Silent Motherly Love)

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The expression on his face softened when he approached the woman. When he sat down and unpacked the ice cream for the lady, his eyebrows reappeared the soft and clear background color of the past. They ate ice cream bit by bit for a long time until the sun set thinly and surrounded them like a veil. When I passed them again, he was holding her hand and walking towards a pool. There, he helped her bend down seriously, and then washed away the juice of the ice cream left in her hand. At that moment, they leaned together, and the reflection in the water shook, like a pool of happiness that could not be filled.

(Excerpted from "You are the most perfect flaw in my heart") Paragraph 4:

In the hot sun, in the field, my mother waved a hoe, and many fine and crystal beads of sweat rolled on her dark cheeks. Gradually, these little beads of sweat gathered into beads of sweat, trickled down the wrinkled cheeks and hung on the chin for a while, sparkling. The sweat at this moment, under the sunshine, is so sparkling and silvery. However, it fell down in an instant, dripping on the hot land under your feet, causing a small smoke.

Excerpt from Mother's Sweat)

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Uncle Zhao ran into the yard panting with a hoe in one hand and a letter in the other: "Come and see my son's letter!" "

His face is permeated with a smile. He threw down his hoe, rubbed his muddy hand on the torn coat several times, transferred the letter from that hand to the one that had just been rubbed, rubbed the hand that had just taken the letter on the coat, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, smoothed the letter and waited for his wife with a smile.

Excerpted from my son's letter)

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Mother is wearing a worn-out overalls, bending down to wash the fish, and her blood-stained hands are working quickly. A wisp of dry brown hair fluttered in the wind. Suddenly, my mother coughed slightly and bent down. It was a long time before she straightened up, beat her chest and knocked on her back. I understand everything. I met my mother, and she smiled awkwardly.

(Excerpted from "A Landscape")

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The next day, I took a bunch of carefully trimmed jasmine flowers to visit my mother in the hospital. Gently pushed open the door, I saw my father's head leaning on the edge of the bed, holding my mother's hand tightly in my arms and sleeping soundly. Maybe my footsteps woke my father. He shook his head, gently put down his mother's hand and pulled me out. "Dad, why don't you find a bed to sleep in?" "I'm afraid your mother won't wake me up at night. I held my hand in my arms. As long as her hand moves, I wake up. " After that, I went to buy breakfast. Looking at my father's tired figure, a warm current welled up in my eyes and tears were flying.

(from the most romantic thing)

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Dad took a nap on the mat, and the cicadas outside kept chirping among the green leaves. I crept into my father's room and watched him sleep soundly, giving a "sloped" laugh. One of my father's big hands was half suspended in the air, and several beams of sunlight shone on it, revealing mottled traces. I raised my hand curiously. Through the beam of light, I saw my father's fingers were thick and long, black and black, like rough iron plates, and his hands were covered with large and small, hard yellow hills. ...

The sun suddenly burned my eyes, and I can't bear to watch any more. I put my father's hand on the mat and my nose was sour.

I remember my father holding me high with his big hands for the first time, making me a kite with those big hands for the first time, and assembling a bicycle with those big hands for the first time ... Now that I have grown up, my father's big hands are covered with traces of years. Did I carve it one knife at a time? My tears can't help falling any more.

Excerpted from "I was moved at that moment")

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Because I didn't eat anything all day, I took out fruit bread and ham from my bag and ate it myself.

The man across the street looks at me every once in a while, with his hand in his sleeve. He smiled when I looked up at him. After repeating it several times, he walked to the door alone. I was about to finish eating when he came back with a baked sweet potato in his hand, still steaming in vain. He touched the thin woman next to him, stuffed the hot sweet potato into her hand and held the child in his hand.

After waiting for a while, the woman looked at her man for a while and blushed. She was probably surprised: Did the sun rise in the west today? Men are usually reluctant to spend money. Women began to eat sweet potatoes, very happy, soon, obviously hungry. There is no blood in her pale face. Halfway through the meal, the woman suddenly remembered something and said to the man, "You eat, I'm full." The man said, "Eat if you are told!" Women don't eat. The woman said, "You haven't eaten, and your lips are still dry." They pushed each other around. You let me eat, I let you eat. Finally, a woman forced half a sweet potato into a man's hand. After eating, the man huddled up with his child in his arms. ...

(Excerpted from "In the cold wind, two people are warm together")

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On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I was sitting on the bus, getting off and going home alone. However, I saw a person, shivering in the dark world and the cold wind. The wind kept blowing his skirts-that's his father! Through the window, I clearly saw my father's white hair. This is not a bright moon, there is no gorgeous decoration, but it is white hair. That is a white hair. Father's white hair was overwhelmed by strong winds again and again, but he stood indomitable again and again. I know who this must be for. ...

(Excerpted from Father's Love Like a Mountain)