Ask for articles on mother's day. Both stories and essays are acceptable, and they should be touching.

This is a true story. This is a poor family. No sooner had my son entered primary school than my father died. The girls helped each other and gently sent their father away with a pile of loess. The mother did not remarry, but took pains to pull her son. At that time, there was no electricity in the village My son reads aloud and draws pictures under the oil lamp every night. My mother took a needle and thread and gently and carefully sewed maternal love into her son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when the awards were hung on two colorful walls, my son grew up like bamboo in spring. Looking at his son who is half a head taller than himself, the wrinkles in his eyes are full of smiles. The trees all over the mountains are in autumn, and my son was admitted to the county key no.1 middle school. My mother suffers from severe rheumatism, so she can't do farm work, and sometimes she doesn't even have enough to eat. At that time, in No.1 Middle School, students had to take 30 Jin of rice to the canteen every month. Knowing that his mother couldn't figure it out, the son said, "Mom, I want to quit school and help you with farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said lovingly, "My mother is really happy that you have this heart, but you have to study." Don't worry, your mother will have a way to support you when she gives birth. You go to school to register first, and I'll deliver rice later. "My son stubbornly said no, my mother said, my son still saidno.. My mother slapped me in the face with a rough slap. This is the first time that my 65,438+06-year-old son was beaten ... My son finally went to school. Looking at his distant figure, my mother was silently meditating. Not long after, a late mother arrived in the dining hall of County No.1 Middle School. She limped into the door and panted heavily as she unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulder. Master Xiong, who is responsible for the registration of the palm scale, opened the bag and grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it. He frowned and said, "Your parents always like to take advantage of small things. You see, there are early rice, middle rice, late rice and polished rice here, which simply makes our canteen a barrel of miscellaneous rice. " Mother blushed and even said she was sorry. Master Xiong accepted it without saying anything. Mother took out a small cloth bag and said, "Master, this is 5 yuan, which is my son's living expenses this month.". Please give it to him. " Master Xiong took it and shook it. The coins in it jingled. He joked, "What, are you selling tea eggs in the street? Mother's face turned red again. She stammered thanks and limped away. At the beginning of another month, my mother walked into the canteen with a bag of rice on her back. Master Xiong opened the bag to see the rice as usual, his brow furrowed, and it was still mottled rice. He wondered if he didn't make it clear to his mother last time, so he slowly said to her, "We will accept any rice. But the varieties should be separated and must not be mixed together, otherwise they will not be cooked and the cooked rice will be raw. I won't accept it next time. " Mother asked with some trepidation, "Master Fu, my meal is like this. What should I do? "Master Xiong asked with a smile," Can you grow 100 kinds of rice on an acre of land in your home? That's interesting. "Being robbed, my mother didn't dare to say anything, and Master Xiong stopped talking to her. At the beginning of the third month, my mother came again. Master Xiong flew into a rage when he saw rice. In an almost irrational tone, he angrily scolded, "Hey, how can you be stubborn when I say you are a mother?"? "Why is it still mottled rice? You, how did you recite it today, or how did you recite it! " Mother seems to have anticipated it. She knelt down in front of Master Xiong. Two lines of tears welled up in her sunken eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth. I pleaded ... for this meal! " Master Xiong was surprised, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak for a long time. Mother sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs, revealing a pair of stiff and deformed legs, swollen into a spindle shape ... Mother wiped a handful of tears and said, "I have difficulty walking in the late stage of rheumatism, let alone farming." My son is sensible and wants to drop out of school to help me, so I slapped him to school ... "She explained to Master Xiong that she had been hiding something from the villagers and was more afraid that her son would hurt his self-esteem. Every day at dawn, she quietly went to beg in the village more than ten miles away with empty rice bags and sticks, and then sneaked into the village after dark. She collected rice and sent it to school at the beginning of the month ... My mother was talking, and Master Xiong was already in tears. He lifted his mother up and said, "Good mother, I'll tell the headmaster at once to let the school donate money to your family." The mother shook her hand in panic and said, "No, no, if my son knew that his mother was begging him for an education, it would ruin his self-esteem." Affect his poor study. I appreciate the kindness of the master, please keep it a secret for me and keep it in mind! "Mother limped away. The headmaster finally learned about it and quietly reduced his son's tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of poor students. Three years later, my son was admitted to Tsinghua University with a score of 627. On the day of seeing the graduates off, the county No.1 Middle School was full of gongs and drums, and the principal specially invited the mother's son to the rostrum. I've been wondering all my life: how did you invite me to the stage when several students got high marks? What is even more surprising is that there are three bulging snakeskin bags piled on the stage. At this time, Master Xiong came on stage and told the story of his mother begging for children to go to school. The audience was silent. The headmaster pointed to three snakeskin bags and said emotionally, "This is the three bags of rice that my mother got in the story. This is the food that money cannot buy in the world. Please welcome this great mother to the stage. " The son looked back doubtfully and saw Master Xiong helping his mother to move to the stage step by step. We don't know what our son was thinking at that moment, and I believe that the shock to him is no less than the stormy waves. Thus, the warmest scene in the world was staged. Mother and son looked at each other. Mother's eyes were warm and soft, and a lock of gray hair was scattered on her forehead. The son pounced on her and hugged her, crying and saying, "Mom, my mother ..."

There is another classic.

Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village, unkempt, giggling at everyone and urinating in public without hesitation. Therefore, the daughter-in-law in the village often spits on the woman, and some daughters-in-law even stepped forward to kick her and told her to "get out of here". But she just wouldn't go, still giggling and wandering around the village.

At that time, my father was 35 years old. He used to work in a quarry, and his left hand was interrupted by a machine. Because of his poor family, he has never married. Grandma saw that the woman was still somewhat beautiful, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law. She was driven away after she renewed her fragrance for my family. Although my father was reluctant, he looked at the situation at home and gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny.

When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me, with a few teeth left, and said happily, "This crazy woman gave birth to a grandson with a handle." It's just that when I was born, my grandmother took me away and never let my mother near me.

My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted "Come, give it to me ..." Grandma ignored her. I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, mom is crazy. Whenever my mother asks for a hug, grandma always stares at her and tells her, "Don't try to hug the baby, I won't give it to you." If I find you hugging him secretly, I will kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I will kick you out. " Grandma didn't mean anything vague when she said this. Mom understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts are swollen badly, I can't eat half of my mother's milk. My grandmother feeds me spoon by spoon. Grandma said that there was a "psycho" in my mother's milk, so it would be troublesome to infect me.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty Especially after my mother and I were added, the pot often failed to open at home. Grandma decided to get rid of her mother because she not only ate idle meals at home, but also made trouble from time to time.

One day, grandma cooked a big pot of rice and personally added a big bowl to her mother, saying, "Wife, this family is too poor. My mother-in-law is sorry for you." After you finish this bowl of rice, you will go to live with a richer family and never come again, huh? "Niang mouth just baked a big meal, heard grandma's marching orders, very surprised. A big meal stagnated in her mouth. My mother looked at me in my grandmother's arms and muttered, "No, don't ..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face, took out a dignified paternalistic style and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? There is no good fruit for you to eat. You've been wandering around. I have taken you in for two years. What do you want? Leave after dinner, do you hear? " Grandma said, and took out a hoe from behind the door and slammed it on the ground like Long Touzhang of Yu Taijun, making a sound. Niang was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on glistening rice. Under the strong light, Niang suddenly made a very strange move. She gave more than half of the rice in one bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked at her grandmother piteously.

Grandma froze. It turned out that Niang told her that she only ate half a bowl of rice for every meal, just begging not to drive her away. My heart seems to have been pulled hard. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma didn't go too far. She held back her tears and said with a straight face, "Eat, eat and go." You will starve to death in my house. "Niang seems desperate, did not even eat half a bowl of rice, lang lang stagger out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time. Grandma hardened her heart and said, "Go, go and don't look back. There are many rich families in the world! " Instead, the mother came over and put her hand into her mother-in-law's arms. It turns out that mom wants to hug me.

Grandma was depressed for a while, but she gave me to her mother like a baby. My mother held me in her arms for the first time, and she smiled brightly. But grandma put her hand under me, for fear that my mother's madness would throw me away like garbage. My mother held me for less than three minutes, and my grandmother couldn't wait to pull me away, then turned and closed the door.

When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father, and I also asked my grandmother. They said, your mother is dead. But my little friend told me, "Your mother is crazy and your grandmother drove her away." I asked my grandmother to give my mother back to me, called her "grandma wolf", and even spilled the rice she brought me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy", but I missed her very much. What does she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, came back.

That day, several friends flew in and reported, "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I ran out happily, and my parents followed me. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She is still in rags, and there are some yellow grass clippings in her hair. God knows she spent the night in that haystack. Mother didn't dare to enter the house, just facing my house, sitting on the stone pile in the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she was eager to find her son among us. My mother finally stared at me, staring at me all the time, cracking her mouth and calling me, "Little tree … ball … ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand and threw herself into my arms please. I keep retreating. I'm disappointed. I didn't expect my mother, whom I miss day and night, to look like this. A little friend said, "Xiaoshu, do you know what crazy people are like now?" Just like your mother. "

I said angrily to my little friend, "She is your mother! Your mother is crazy, your mother is like this. " I turned my head and ran. I don't want this crazy mother. Grandma and dad led the mother into the door. At that time, after grandma kicked her mother out, her conscience was tortured. As she grew older, her heart could no longer harden, so she left her mother on her own initiative, and my boss didn't want to, because she lost my face.

I have never given my mother a good look, never talked to her on my own initiative, and never even called her "Niang". The communication between us is mainly based on my "roar", and my mother never dares to talk back.

Mom can't be left at home for nothing, so grandma decided to train her to do some chores. When working in the field, grandma took her mother out to "watch" and said she would be beaten if she didn't obey.

A few days later, grandma thought Niang was trained by herself, so she told her to go out and cut pig grass alone. Unexpectedly, mother cut two baskets of "pig grass" in half an hour. Grandma looked worried and panicked. Mother cut the rice that was beating and heading in someone else's field. Grandma angrily scolded her: "Crazy woman doesn't care about food and grass ..." When Grandma was thinking about how to clean up the mess, the owner of the rice field came and said that she deliberately instigated it. Grandma flew into a rage, took out a stick in front of others and knocked it on her lower back, saying, "Kill you crazy bitch, get out of my way ..."

Although mother is crazy, she knows the pain. She jumped away from the stick and kept wailing "No, no …". Finally, people couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Forget it, we won't pursue it. Be strict with her in the future ... "After the storm subsided, Mother lay on the ground sobbing. I disdainfully said to her, "You can't tell grass from rice. You are really a pig. " As soon as I spoke, I got a slap on the back of my head, which was played by my grandmother. Grandma glared at me and scolded me, "Little Rabbit, what are you talking about?" If you do this again, she's your mother, too! "I disdain a pie mouth:" I don't have such a stupid crazy mother! " "

"Wow, you are getting more and more ridiculous. See if I don't hit you! " Grandma raised her hand again. At this time, I saw my mother jump up from the ground like a spring and lie between me and my grandmother. My mother pointed to her head and cried, "hit me, hit me."

I see. Mom asked grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma hung her hand in mid-air and murmured, "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" " "Soon after I went to school, my father was invited by a professional fish farmer in a neighboring village to guard the fish pond and earn 50 yuan a month. My mother still goes out to work under the leadership of my grandmother, mainly to fight pig grass, which has not caused any big trouble.

I remember a winter day in the third grade of primary school. I was hungry and suddenly it began to rain. My grandmother asked my mother to give me an umbrella. Mother may have fallen several times all the way, and she looks like an eye inflammation. She stood by the window of the classroom and looked at me with a smirk. She also called, "Tree ... Umbrella ..." Some students giggled. I'm on pins and needles. I hate my mother. I hate her ignorance, hate her embarrassing me, and hate Fan Jiaxi who took the lead in heckling. While he was still exaggerating, I grabbed the pencil case in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we tore it apart. I'm small, I'm no match for him at all, and he knocked me down easily. At this moment, I heard a long whistle of "Ow" coming from outside the classroom. Mother flew in like a soldier, grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged her outside. It's true that a madman has great strength. Mother lifted Fan Jiaxi, who bullied me, into the air with both hands. He screamed with fear, and a pair of chubby calves kicked around in the air. Mother ignored him, threw him into the pond at the school gate, and then walked away with a cold face.

Mom made a big mistake for me, but she seems fine. In front of me, my mother resumed a timid expression and looked at me please. I understand that this is maternal love. Even if she is unconscious, maternal love is sober, because her son has been bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help crying: "Mom!" This is the first time I have called her since I can speak. Mom was shocked, looked at me for a long time, then blushed like a child, grinned and looked silly. That day, our mother and son came home with an umbrella for the first time. I told my grandmother about it, and she was so scared that she fell down on the chair and called her father back at once. Dad had just entered the house when a group of mature men with knives and sticks broke into my house. They smashed pots and pans, and it was like a magnitude 9 earthquake at home. These are the people invited by Fan Jiaxi's family. Fan Fu pointed to his father's nose and said, "My son is scared out of his mind and is now lying in the hospital. If your family doesn't pay 1000 medical bills, I will fucking burn your family down. "

1000? Dad is only 50 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly burned red. He stared at his mother with terrible eyes, quickly took off the belt around his waist with one hand and hit her on the head. Time and time again, mother jumps and hides helplessly like a mouse living in fear and like a prey running into a dead end. I will never forget her harsh voice and the crisp sound of the belt on her. Finally, the director of the police station came to stop dad's violent hands. As a result of mediation by the police station, both sides have losses and no debts. Arrest anyone who makes trouble! After a group of people left, dad looked at the broken pots and bowls all over the room, and then at his scarred mother. Suddenly, he put his arms around her and cried, "crazy woman, I didn't want to hit you, or I would." This will not work, and we can't afford to lose others. " This is all caused by poverty! "Dad looked at me again and said," Shuer, you must study hard before you can go to college. "Otherwise, we will be bullied for life!" I nodded wisely.

In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. My grandmother died unfortunately because of overwork, which made life at home more difficult. Enshi Civil Affairs Bureau lists my family as a poor household and subsidizes 40 yuan every month. My high school has also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so that I can continue my studies.

Because I study hard, I seldom go home. My father is still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering meals to me falls on my mother. Every time my aunt next door always helps me copy pickles for my mother to eat. The loss of mother on the 20 km Yangchangshan Road was firmly recorded, rain or shine. It is a miracle that the mother is not crazy about what she has done for her son. Besides maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine.

On April 27th, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came and brought me not only vegetables, but also a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite, smiled and asked her, "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from? " Mother said, "I ... I picked it ..." I didn't expect her to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her, "Mom, you are really getting more and more capable." Niang hey hey smiled.

Before my mother left, I told her to pay attention to safety, and my mother replied. After seeing my mother off, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, when I was in class, my aunt hurried to school and asked the teacher to shout me out of the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if she had delivered any food. I said yes, she went back yesterday. Menstruation said, "No, she hasn't come home yet." My heart is tight, my mother should not go the wrong way, right? But she has been on this road for three years. She can't go wrong. Menstruation asked, "Your mother didn't say anything?" I said no, she brought me a dozen wild peaches. Aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, maybe it's broken in this wild peach." My aunt asked me for leave and we walked back along the mountain road. On the way home, there were indeed a few wild peach trees. There were a few peaches hanging sparsely on the peach trees, which were preserved because they grew on the cliff. At the same time, we found a peach tree with broken branches and an abyss under it. My aunt looked at me and said, "Let's go under the cliff!" " "I said," Aunt, don't scare me ... "Aunt jumped on me and walked into the valley. ...

Mother lay quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She still holds one tightly in her hand, and the blood has already solidified into a heavy black. My insides are torn by sadness. I hugged my mother tightly and said, "mom, my evil mother, I regret that this peach is sweet." It was my son who killed you ... Mom, you didn't enjoy a good life alive ... "I leaned my head on my mother's cold face, and all the stones crying all over the mountain accompanied me to cry. ...

On August 7th, 2003, on the100th day after my mother was buried, the admission notice of Hubei University bronzing passed through the road my mother walked, the wild peach trees, the rice fields in front of the village and flew straight into my home. I put this late letter in my mother's cold grave: "Mom, my son made a promise, did you hear that?" You can smile in the grave! "