A mother who lost her child was mentally ill and lived in the sewer all day. Later, I met a boy and put him away.

There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart. You should love her with your life. There is a kind of love that you can take and enjoy at will without asking for anything in return. This person is called "mom", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"!

May 13 is Mother's Day, which is the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This festival is a praise and commendation for mother, which reminds us to always remember: be grateful to mother.

We are grateful to our mother for her life experience, and we thank her for her education and guidance, which enabled us to gain knowledge and strength. We are grateful for this. There will always be difficulties and setbacks in our lives, and what we should be grateful for is her concern and help.

Gratitude is a person's love, conscience, kindness, sense of responsibility and loyalty as well as the overall performance. It is hard to imagine that a pair of parents who raised them with great pains are not filial when they grow up. I don't know how to repay them. Teachers and classmates don't love it. I wonder if a respected person can come to his company in the future and take on any responsibilities in his country. How can a person who is unpatriotic, unloving and unloving for others build a tomorrow dedicated to the motherland?

The little boy who touches the fragments of his mother's feet in the advertisement can do it in real life, but can children do it? A drop of water is like a gushing spring. Sometimes we are more obsessed with taking care of strangers, but then we love our mother, turn a blind eye to her nagging and doubts, or get furious because of some trivial things ..... However, our mother always supports us silently, teaches us patience, and gives us support and encouragement.

Mother is pure jade, ivory carving is exquisite, and the life that mother loves brews pure and fragrant irrigation. We should have a grateful heart to listen to mother's nagging integrity, sincerely face her harshness and feel her sunny spiritual world. ......

Let's learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Let's remember that birthday is the mother of the world. She washed her feet once. Now her hard work has brought a hammer, a warm hug from her mother, a warm blessing and a thank-you smile. Look!

On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations, "Mom, you have worked hard", can make mom's face and cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother a little consideration and care, let her fill our home, happiness and harmony, and we will usher in real growth!

At this point, I want to quote the end of a poem: the growth and rebirth of a baby is the mother of hope, the bitter tears of a baby's failure are the mother, and the success of a baby is the mother's happy smile. Mom's smile, classmates, tomorrow's harvest, let you and I worry about the wish not to say!

Oh, my God, my strength, through your mind.

Free the prisoners themselves. Be quiet, my mother.

I look at your smiling hand

I drew a picture on purpose.

Mother, I stood up to talk and washed all night.

Mother, my soul is opposite Yaner.

You are not affected by the nest.

A tearful smile, your gentle eyes, the whole world.

A sharp pain made his mother, and we saw his mother crying. At first glance, it is our life, and this is also his eyes staring at us until he can no longer close his eyes.

Our first babble was called "mom", a loving mother, our rhetoric; The boy accidentally spoiled us with a kiss. When we grow up, our occasional greeting will add a few wrinkles to the corner where his mother laughs.

It is easy for a mother to be satisfied, at least to give and get.

I love my mother, and we should all love our mother.

My mother is a stubborn woman and a child. I admire her very much. I don't understand the cruelty of time until I slowly grind my salary in my mother's corner, and I slowly understand it on her face.

Very young, as a girl, I am not beautiful and versatile. When she grew up, my mother began to braid her hair.

Gave me a beautiful princess dress to wear. Boxed up, my mother always likes to hook me up and look at myself in the mirror, but I always look at my face in the mirror and stand behind me with my proud mother. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Later, I changed from a wild child to a little princess. Too many people spoil me, so I have some humble maternal love. I only remember that if I was late for school at noon, I would see my anxious mother in the twilight on my way home. When I fell in love with her arm, her eyes immediately filled with tenderness. It taught me to take every exam seriously in the eyes of a gentle mother, and every time I won the prize, I brought back a bunch of tenderness that I wouldn't give my mother. At this time, I secretly said to myself: "Mom is a beautiful and gentle woman!" "

Later, I changed from a little princess to a princess. I can wear beautiful braids and start to think that the clothes my mother bought for me are very beautiful. But I still lie in the warm sunshine, lying on my mother's lap. My mother smells familiar and comes to watch her fiddle with my hair. When I was serious, I listened to my mother and broke several soft heads on his mother's leg. I have a sense of security. Then, I think my mother is really a great woman

Later, I was no longer a princess. When I grow up and the boy starts to pursue, I will be shy, and the boy will look at me and write to his mother. My mother still smiled at me gently. She gently stroked my head and told me, "At your age, you have an empty promise.

"I stared at my mother's hopeful eyes and didn't quite understand what this meant. But I saw my mother's delicate eyes climb a little wrinkle on her old smooth forehead. I don't want to show off his mother's good skin anymore. Because I know that my mother's lost heart is a proud smile, just a mortal mother, she is so beautiful.

Later, I never saw my mother waiting for the dough to fall into the bag at the gate of the yard after school every day, instead of hearing her shout, "Are you hungry?" Do not come back. Mother turns off the lights before going to bed every day. She put my bracelet around her neck and said, "Good night!" Because I have been boarding, in the first week, my mother came to see me three times, and every time she changed into my clothes. Mother is a neat woman. She doesn't like washing clothes with a washing machine. Every time she asks me to play with the next bubble. The hard iron bed shared the meals carefully prepared by my mother with my roommates. I was sitting in the dormitory, and my roommates chattered with envy.

When my mother asked me to leave tomorrow and take my changed clothes home. Unfortunately, I found a hair inner disc, which was not available in the past. You know my mother is a good mother and very diligent. I pretended to stand in front of my mother and pulled her hair angrily. God knows how sad I was, because at that moment, I looked at my mother's face, all red was gone, and muttered, "What an careless thing, my heart is bigger ..." I quickly smiled and said, "It's my friend, interesting hello!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly buried myself in eating. I can't let my mother see that her eyes are red.

Because I saw my mother's cloudy eyes when I was very upset. If you see my mother's eyes, it hurts to be red. Tomorrow, I will stay with my mother and look at her clothes. My mother's smile is reflected in the well in the home of a century-old shop-refreshing and quiet. I continue to play with my foam. Playing and playing, I suddenly found thin sweat seeping from her mother's forehead, her mother's back began to bend slowly, and her hand movements became more and more awkward, but she still smiled and whispered about the neighborhood. At that time, I never wanted to change my home clothes again. Every time I face mom's scolding.

I always joke, "When I grow up!" But the last sentence, I didn't say, was "your old"

Later, sitting here, I was about to go to college, and my physics mother took me home every day. I eat better than other students, sleep more stably and live more carefree. People who see me think I am a mistress, and I don't bother my innocence, because I know that I can simply live my mother's life, with new white hair and wrinkles, spots and even faintly visible expectations.

. Although my mother's eyes are very different from mine, I will still be spoiled, so my mother helps me buy clothes and shoes ... because I like to see a small achievement, my mother's smile. Once my mother said, "Mom likes you to be neat!" " ......

My mother taught me how to treat my childhood, such as sitting, standing and even chopsticks ... posture. Students think this is feudalism and can praise me. Whenever someone is a decent and gentle mother, I understand her good intentions. His mother hopes her daughter will always be the best in the future.

Mom is really old!

When my legs are old and my teeth are old, and I can't eat any more food without teeth, she likes to teach me to chew gently and my ears are old. She was afraid that others could not hear me, so I stopped whispering like a teacher; I am old, because she is angry with me, and some splayed feet are becoming more and more obvious. She likes walking, so she can stop teaching me to be light ... I can't blame her, I will spend more time massaging. For her, although she has a headache, when you see all the foreign affairs and her mother's body, your satisfied smile disappears instantly.

Always on both sides of the mirror in my mind. Look at the beautiful princess dress in the mirror.

Proud mother stood behind me, giving her daughter a good knitting angle. On the other side, my mother stood in front of the mirror, looking for happiness, taller than her naughty pouting daughter.

Mom, my moonlight shines through you.

Time, across the undulating sea

Mom, I look at your face and smile.

Tell yourself the eternal faith.

......

I love my mother.

Love my mother forever.

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I have half an inch of old black and white photos in my wallet. A young girl is standing among the flowers in the photo. She is wearing a pair of sandals, a pair of ordinary sandals, a floral skirt and a light-colored shirt. Glasses with round lenses. Two braids hang down to the back porch. With a bright and satisfied smile on her face, she looks so beautiful and lovely, so pure and moving. People's photos, that's my mother.

This is a picture of her father before he got married. The first time I saw this photo, Xiao Zhi said, "This man is so beautiful. I wonder who it is?" Dad smiled and said, "This is your mother." I was thirteen years old, which was not entirely reasonable. I took the photo to my mother and compared it, and found that my mother really changed everything. But I'm not surprised, because I know my mother is ill. A long struggle with a patient with a strong disease.

What I want to say is that I am still a child and my family is poor, but it seems that not many people will believe me. Because, most people say that this is a family from several generations ago, or in a rural mountainous area. However, this is an indisputable fact. Of course, we still don't have enough to eat. Two sisters should not wear warm clothes. However, there is no extra money, and a dress can only be changed when it is badly worn. You can't use it in your bag to buy a new one. From elementary school to junior high school, I only used three pencil boxes, and then dad, we are very happy to say that he is still a child at school and doesn't even have a pencil box.

However, in this family, my mother also spent a happy childhood for us. She never lets us do this. She occasionally criticizes us. In particular, we don't listen. However, no one mistreated us. She cursed, but the reason for the curse left us with nothing to say and no objection. Mom never beats us for our academic performance. Of course, we also study hard. In a slightly better spirit, she will do some manual work to support her family or knit sweaters for us.

The first purchase can only be maintained by the father's salary. My sister and I are both very young. Mothers will try to make manuals to help families pay. I remember when I was in the third grade, my father made some plastic ducks nearby. A pack of 20 ducks, each with a salary of 50 cents. Every duck has already gone through some complicated steps: installing two wings, two duck feet, installing duckbill, mouth to mouth, whistling, whistling in advance and installing an air balloon. Before putting anything into the balloon, you need to pump it up. If it breaks, throw it away. Then both sides of the body together is complete. Do this 20 times, and then release the duck. Among them, 20 movies are in his pocket, and the books in his pocket are nailed with three steel nails. This is the total salary of five pounds. But his mother did it with great pleasure. How much help, as long as she can stay at home, she is trying to endure. In my spare time, my father will come to help. We finish the work together. I like the family working together around a pile of plastic. Now that I think about it, it is also enjoyable. But I didn't think so then.

When I was a child, I wore a sweater to resist the cold winter, and my mother organized. She knits better every day in order to buy time. Dad's white long-sleeved sweater, sister's vest, blue and white long-sleeved sweater. Son, I've had a particularly cold winter, and I haven't taken several sweaters from my mother's hand from the inside out. I remember one time, I saw my mother knitting a sweater. I found my hair was great, but it didn't look like it was knitted for my father. I can't help but ask, "Is this someone from the organization?" Said his mother knitted it for me. I was surprised: "Can I wear such a big dress?" Mother said softly, "Is it empty now? You can wear it later. " After a while, she sighed and said, "I can only do this now." I won't be here anytime soon. You must know that cold knowledge is warm, not frozen. " When I was a child, I only heard a little faint color, but I didn't mind. Unexpectedly, this sweater was knitted by my mother and really became her last work. This is my only warm sweater, and my mother's warmth has continued until this moment, so I wear this sweater now. I stroked it, and there were thousands of emotions surging in my heart. ......

Mom can only go to the third grade of primary school. Speaking of the degree of these three years, it is one reason. At that time, grandparents were from poor families, and girls had no chance to study. Grandparents are busy outside all day, just eating and wearing is enough. My mother grew up and took care of her brother. When we arrived at school, my uncle, my uncle's timid child, and his mother sent him to school. I cried and let her go as soon as I got home. Later, in order for my uncle to go to school, the school decided to let them go to school together, and the two only charged one person's tuition. Then, mom will have a chance to go to school. Mother cherishes this opportunity to study. Only when my uncle is willing to go to school will the school agree to let them do half-pay. So, my mother finally recognized a few words.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, my father always bought a copy of Saturday Weekly. Come and see with her mother after dinner. My sister and I don't understand. Seeing his photo is just a guess, but in our hearts, we have begun to sprout the desire to read. This is the influence of parents on us. My mother also likes to watch my father buy Shan Hai Jing, which contains many folklore. Gossip, the spirit of motherhood, tells my sister and me better. We have been listening attentively, and sometimes we are in a hurry to grab magazines, but we often have watches in our hands: black and white paper. It doesn't know me, and neither do I. Mom will smile and say, "When you go to school, you must study hard so that you can understand these words later."

Holding a book to see my mother's figure, in addition to newspapers and magazines, my mother loves reading, and her memory is so profound. My mother told me many stories about the Three Kingdoms, such as borrowing arrows from grass boats, interlocking, empty city planning, Battle of Red Cliffs, and so on. She has only received three years of primary education, but they can read a lot. Once, I asked my mother, "Can you read so many words?" Mom said, "Some people know, some people don't understand." "I don't understand what to do?" Mother said, "I don't understand. Please be a dumb teacher. " Well, I was surprised, "dumb teacher? Who is the mute teacher? " Mother raised the dictionary in her hand. "The dumb teacher is her dictionary or a dumb teacher. I don't understand. I will ask her and she will tell me the answer. " "Oh!" From then on, I knew that dictionaries are dumb teachers, and teachers can't talk. Later, I found out that when my mother was studying, he always stood next to her really dumb teacher. She also often modestly gives "opinions" to teachers.

My mother's figure is such a serious study that has influenced me, so I always like reading and writing. While I miss my mother, I am very grateful to my mother. For maternal love, the words of gratitude are too light. Motherly love is like a lamp, which illuminates the journey of my life. The water of maternal love moistens my heart and also illuminates my life.

Family photo albums are unique. I remember it was a special street. During the New Year in China, I was very happy and took this photo with my clothes on. I was 6 years old and my sister was 8 years old. In the photo, mom and dad are sitting and my sister is standing on both sides. My mother is wearing a light blue dress and my father is wearing a light yellow suit. My sister and I are both dressed in brown, and both are hand-sewn, mom. Zipper jackets were still the trend at that time. Mom's pain, friends who care about clothes in particular, don't know where to get the training of these two long-distance relationships. It takes a long time to stop, and it should be like this on New Year's Eve. At that time, my sister, I don't want to mention how happy I was. I don't know how to put down his pride.

In the photo, my mother always regretted not combing her hair. There is a door on her forehead. A few years later, she joked that it was the gate of hell. Father doesn't like to hear her say that. Her joke sounded very uncomfortable to us. Mom has always wanted to have a chance to take pictures. However, this is not always possible. Reality is always so cruel. Only nine years later, according to this photo, my mother was seriously ill.

She hasn't been to the hospital for examination. The doctor has been at home for more than a month. During this time, my mother endured the pain. She knew she was going to die soon, so she always warned me, "My child, be a little more peaceful and don't look at things too extreme." "My child said: Think before you export, you won't offend anyone." "My child, you should know that there is someone outside behind the scenes." ..... I know that what worries her most is that I am particularly self-respecting, self-righteous or pushy. There is a modest and obedient sister who dare not speak. Many years later, when my mother recalled these words when I met with many difficulties in interpersonal communication, I suddenly realized how far-sighted a mother I had foreseen. At that moment, I was in tears. My mother left, and I still love her, which continues to this day. doctor

I clearly remember that afternoon, when I came out of the room, my father shook his head and said, "It's no use. It seems that I will not let go of informing my relatives and friends tonight. Who can come over is right! " A younger sister began to cry at once. Dad frowned and didn't unfold it for months. On that day, there were many relatives at home, but they were always silent. My mother couldn't speak at that time, her eyes moved slightly and looked at us. I still can't forget my mother's eyes at that time. I don't know much. Now that I think about it, how much sadness, how much nostalgia, how much helplessness, how much regret, how much concern, how much expectation ... My mother went at 1 pm. The cold night was frosty, and the burial of "Boss" repeatedly asked us not to cry in front of her. I was here all night. There is no telephone at home. At dawn, I want to send a messenger to my aunt by bike, which in turn is lower than my aunt's house when I was a child. At that time, the road of mood was also lack of direction, with the same messy feet. I don't know where to go. I remember ten days later, I failed in seven subjects in the school mid-term exam on average! The lowest point of the actual test is 18. This brought scores, and I walked home in a daze. I saw a mother and daughter walking on the road, laughing. I can see that God can't understand why they didn't have this chance at an early age, why my mother left me so early, and why God treated me like this. I don't understand. Too many.

I lost my mother, my mother, buried deep in my heart.

How mothers, sons and daughters make the world admire; Motherly love is like cultivating and strengthening our safe haven of peace. Motherly love is pure, selfless, great, and only given when begging. Motherly love is like spring breeze, which makes you swoon; Like a drizzle of maternal love, it gently slaps your face and moistens your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you a warm winter and creates sunshine for people's hearts. Children of the earth, looking at the gray and mother, is this extremely bitter? Motherly love, I am really simple, tenacious and sometimes poetic. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I see a busy figure, that's my mother, working hard, I see a tired figure, that's my mother knitting warm clothes, I see a cheerful figure, that's my mother studying, making progress and being happy. Think about it carefully. In my life, there is a missing mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me. Whenever I feel like an unarmed bird, my mother opens her arms and gives me a warm and loving atmosphere. Once my school gave me an injection, and I fainted. It was noon at that time, my mother heard it, said nothing, rushed to school without even eating lunch, went behind my back to see a doctor, and then left with my mother in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother very sad. I don't know why, I feel a little sad. Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. Home page, I didn't eat, and my mouth was watering. Mother chopped up the melon and gave me a small pumpkin, which is a sweet meat. She eats pumpkin seeds, and the pulp is sweeter. But maternal love is sometimes severe. I have always been a careless bad habit. Once physical education class accidentally lost his clothes after school. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know my mother is actually very sad. She doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can she get rid of her carelessness and urge me. Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. The love between children and their mothers is poured out from flowers, and the growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of love from their mothers. Mom, he escorted the child, and the child silently guided the direction behind the child. Can we repay our mother's love? As the "prodigal son" said: "whoever speaks an inch of grass will get three spring scenery."

In front of me, a snow-white tiemenguan covered all the scenery in the garden. I knocked on the door, and the door made a dull sound. Soon, a stumbling old man opened the dazzling aperture. He was the first person I met. His sunken eyes make him look like a skeleton with hair, and I feel my bones shaking.

A deep hoarse voice sounded, "Who are you looking for?"

"Nurse Zhang" withdrew her eyes and looked at her without emotional words.

He turned to get out of the way, and a beautiful nurse stood by the tree, her eyes vacant.

"Looking for me?"

"Hello, I'm Xiao Xiaoyu."

Follow Me is not depressed.

I walked slowly with her, thinking about the other side of the white iron gate and looking at the sunny but gloomy world. I know you are waiting for me, and I will like this world of entertaining myself.

There are towering trees on both sides of the stone road. They seem to tell people who come here that all creatures here have strong vitality. Occasionally, white figures float through the Woods. They run around and jump, and sometimes noisy sounds get into my innocent ears, stimulating my brain and making it nervous and painful.

"Crazy," I cursed.

"Normal people don't come here." Still the kind of unpopular whispers.

I turned my eyes to this woman in a nurse's uniform. Her black hair neatly plunged into the nurse's hat, dressed in white. Her face is pale, and her black eyes are becoming more and more obvious on that pale face. If she can't hear the steady breathing, I will think that she is really "angels in white"

"Here we are."

An ancient pagoda-like building is dimly located in front of my eyes. It's very high. I'm sure it's so high that I have to painfully make my neck at a 90-degree angle with my body. Lush trees surround it, making it look like a withered old pine tree. She was sucked away by her new life and finally had to give up her own. It is the spiritual comfort and spiritual belonging of adults, standing up for everyone in need and creating another world for themselves. ...

Pushing open the khaki door, the smell of Lysol disinfectant came to my face, mixed with disgusting moisture and musty smell. The beautiful "angels in white" began to visit the whole hospital.

"This is the first floor. All the patients here have amnesia or can't sleep for a long time because of great nerve damage. There are not many nurses here at ordinary times. Only when they need someone to accompany them can they wake them up or remember their past courage. Here, doctors and nurses are just a blank medicine list, which can only maintain their lives, and there is nothing we can do about the rest. "

Seeing pale faces through the glass window, I began to like this place in my heart. Can give people a space to escape. As long as you don't want to wake up, you will never have to face the reality you don't want to see, and look at the world quietly, not afraid of being cheated or hurt.

The air on the second floor is obviously much heavier than that on the first floor. There are many old people walking around, their eyes are dim, some sit quietly in the empty corner, and some look at the front with glassy eyes.

"Their lives are gradually coming to an end because of neurodegeneration, mental decline and other psychological processes caused by organic encephalopathy. It is also called Alzheimer's Harmo's disease. You know this disease always brings a lot of trouble to normal people. In order to live a normal life, their families abandoned them here and worked hard for their children all their lives, but no one was willing to send them to the last paragraph. " There was some irony in the words, and I heard it clearly.

"Maybe their children know that everyone is doing it for themselves, and the devil takes the hindmost. Isn't it? " My empty answer. Isn't this the way the world is? Why else would there be here?

She was silent.

We went up the stairs and walked on.

There are many railings in the windows on the third and fourth floors, and a few boards are lightly covered. You can see the green leaves on the branches through the wide gap. A madman walked past me with a balloon in his hand. The balloon looks like a leak, but the man is still happy to hold it. Maybe it used to be important to him, but now no one knows. There was a ghostly woman beside him, walking around quietly, mumbling something. They look like crazy people with mental problems on TV.

"It's all mental disorders caused by mental stress and psychological contradictions. In their view, the world is terrible, so they chose this way of life. Although they are crazy, they are happy. This kind of happiness is something that society can't give them. "

There is a boy next to us, who seems to be fifteen or sixteen years old. He sat quietly in the corner with his knees in his hands. Seeing us approaching seemed nervous, which distorted his young face. His eyes were glazed over and he didn't know what to say. She stroked the boy's head gently with her hand. "Heavy psychological pressure ended his future. What increases the pressure is just a blank sheet of paper with a transcript on it. "

I looked at the child and thought he was fine, because he had no choice to die, and he could escape the pressure.

We just walked along the stairs layer by layer. She told me the person I was interested in in in a dead tone. I found that the number of rooms here is decreasing with the increase of floors, and the patients are getting more and more serious. In the corridors of many floors, I heard a voice calling mom in a very low voice. It is very quiet here. There are only two doors around. The lush leaves outside the window blocked the only ray of sunshine in the gap. I looked behind the door curiously. A lifeless but childlike face appeared in front of my eyes, with messy hair hanging over my shoulders and a scar extending to the back of my neck. Her eyes were printed with deep melancholy.

I looked at her medical record: Issa, 12 years old. Etiology: acute and intense mental trauma.

"Her parents divorced, her mother left and her father remarried. They died a year ago and she sent them away. "

The picture began to flash before my eyes, bloody vines, a ferocious face, deep insults, resistance, and finally a white sheet covered with blood.

"It doesn't matter, no one will bully you here." Last comfort, and then we turned and left.

We walked upstairs. There are no stairs here. It should be the highest place. The nurse opened the only door for me. I looked at the medical record card: Xiao Xiaoyu. ...

"Why come here? You look normal. "

"Only in the madhouse can people say what they think. One day the person who guards the madman will become a madman himself. " Nurse Zhang's last sober reminder.

final result

There is a window in my room, and there are no luxuriant branches. The burning fire cloud in the distance stung my eyes and burned my fantasy together. Memory is disappearing bit by bit, and no one knows where it went. Reality is not necessarily a good way of life. After all, people who live in dreamland still have satisfied happiness. I waited quietly for the darkness to engulf me. I would rather get used to this darkness painfully than watch the cruel world come true. I will live in this castle that belongs to me.

F for reference. five