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Emotional sketch "My "Mom""

Sketch script "My "Mom""

Adapted from Liu Xiaoming's micro-novel "I'm Looking for Mom, You" Is it mom? 》

Time: One afternoon

Place: Yingying’s home

Character: Yingying-little girl, 8 or 9 years old.

Dad——Yingying’s father, about 30 years old. police.

"Mom" - a kind-hearted woman who has nothing to do with Yingying, about 30 years old. Primary school teacher.

There is a sofa in the middle of the stage, with a low cabinet next to it, and a telephone set on the cabinet. A screen is placed behind the sofa. There is a table and three chairs next to the sofa.

Yingying happily landed on the ground carrying her schoolbag

Yingying: (Singing) Only mother is good in the world, and a mother’s child is like a treasure... (Putting down her schoolbag) Haha, children Uncles and aunts, let me tell you some good news. Today is my 9th birthday. My mother is coming back. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember! Haha, I want to take a bath and wash myself clean so that I can meet my good mother! Ha ha. (Smiling and walking behind the screen)

After a while, Dad opened the door and entered.

Dad: (seeing Yingying’s schoolbag, caressing it thoughtfully) Alas, today is Yingying’s 9th birthday. This child is clamoring to see his mother every day, but... Oh, (phone rings) Hello, oh, it's me, okay, I'll be there soon. (Part 2)

Yingying: (comes out from behind the screen and puts on light clothes) Dad, Dad, eh? I clearly heard my father’s voice just now?

The doorbell rings

Yingying: (opening the door) Dad... who are you?

Mom: Yingying, I wish you a happy birthday. This is for you. (Doll)

Yingying: (thinking, suddenly excited) Mom! Are you a mother? I can hear it in your voice. Thank you mom, thank you mom. (Pulls mom closer to the house) Mom, sit down, and I’ll get you some water. (After arriving at the screen)

"Mom" looked at the decorations in the room, sighed, sat down, Yingying came up, holding a glass of water

Yingying: Mom, you Drink water. Oh, by the way, mom, this is my composition, take a look. The teacher said that parents need to sign.

Mom: Yingying, where is your father?

Yingying: Dad is very busy. He said that he wants to protect more children. Mom, do you know? I went to great lengths to call you, and my father didn't even know it. Because I don't know your phone number? So I just randomly dial one every day. I hope that one day my mother's voice can really be heard on the other side of the receiver. Once, I heard the voice of an old woman and immediately put down the phone. Once again, it was the voice of an uncle. I said I was looking for my mother, and he yelled away hard. It was such a fierce voice that it scared me and almost made me cry, but I was not afraid. You were the ninth time I dialed. Just found it. I'm so happy!"

Mom: Does your father not care about you?

Yingying: Dad never cares about me. There were several times when the teacher asked parents to sign their homework, but my father didn't care about me. When I came back very late, I imitated his handwriting and signed. As a result, the teacher severely criticized me and said that I was a lying and dishonest child. At that time, I thought, Mom, I will never dare to do it again. When can I go home? Now that you are back, I will have someone to sign.

Mom: Yingying, I am not. ...No...

Yingying: What? Mom? Mom? Why are you crying?

Dad opened the door and saw a stranger in the room. Woman

Dad: Who are you? Yingying, why did you let a stranger in? How many times has Dad told you that you are alone at home...

Yingying: Dad. ! Don’t you know your mother?

Dad: Mom?

I am...

Yingying: Dad, what’s wrong? This is mom. I’ve called mom many times. It must be that you haven’t seen her for a long time. It’s okay, dad, mom. I said I would never leave.

Dad: Yingying, this person is not your mother at all.

Mom: You... (stop talking)

Yingying: What? Not mom? Dad, you lied to me, you lied to me!

Dad: Please go out.

Yingying: (holding her mother) Mom, you can’t leave, you can’t leave, tell your father, you are, you are my mother!

Dad: Yingying!

Yingying: Dad! Mom 1

Mom: Yingying, I am indeed not your biological mother. But I am your mother? (To Dad) Can you tell me a story?

Yingying: Mom...

Dad: Well, okay.

The lights are dim, her father is sitting on one side of the sofa, Yingying is on the phone next to the sofa, and her mother is preparing lessons at the table. Music: It is recommended to use the music of Secret Garden

Mom: I am actually a primary school teacher. Late one night, I was preparing lessons. Suddenly the phone rang. (Ring, answer the phone)

Yingying: Are you your mother? Mother!

Mom: Who are you looking for?

Yingying: (The voice is extremely stubborn, full of longing, and a bit desolate.) I'm looking for my mother. Are you my mother?

Mom: Are you...

Yingying: I am Yingying.

Mom: I understand, this is a child looking for his mother. At this point I couldn't find a reason to refuse her. Yingying, where are you?

Yingying is crying

Mom: Good boy, tell mom, where are you now?

Yingying: (sobbing, choking) Mom, I am alone at home, so scared. I haven’t eaten yet, and my father hasn’t come back yet. My homework is also done. I am very obedient. Mom, why don't you go home yet? Dad said you went to a far, far away place, and said you would come back when I became sensible. Mom, I’m sensible now, and I’m first in the class in all my subjects, but why don’t you come back?”

Mom: Good boy, if you miss your mother, just give it to me. Call me, remember, mom is always thinking of you.

Yingying: Mom, I just got a score of 72 on the math test. Seriously, mom, please come back and spank me. !

Mom: Yingying, you just said that you are the best in the class, why did you only get a score of 72 this time? You should understand mom, don’t let mom worry about you. I’m worried about studying. I have to go on a business trip these days and I really can’t spare time to see you!

Yingying: (crying) Mom, I was wrong. Originally, I wanted to get a score of 70, but I still got a score of 97. I just wanted to see my mother so I lied. I promise not to worry about my mother again...

Guang Jian. Liang, my father and Yingying were sitting on the sofa, and my mother was standing at the front desk.

Mom: After that, for several days, whenever the phone rang at home, I rushed to answer it. Gradually, I got to know the girl. She is in the second grade of a primary school in Heping District. She is the same age as my daughter. She has to take an hour's bus to study there and spends three yuan for lunch. Her father is a policeman and often comes home late. She is the best student in the class and the representative of the math class... Later, Yingying said that her birthday was coming soon, so she called me and insisted that I come to see her...

Dad: (Chokes) Don’t say anything, thank you. Thank you. Yingying, now that you are old and sensible, dad will tell you everything. Your biological mother was sponsored by a relative. We planned to study in the United States after one year, but she filed for divorce two years later.

Yingying: No, you. This is not my mother, this is my mother. (Pushing into her arms) Mom, you are my real mother.

Mom: Good boy, don’t cry today. It's your birthday, you should be happy. Didn't you ask your mother to sign your composition?

When Yingying read the composition, she added the music "Only Mom is Good in the World"

Yingying. Ying: Well, (take the essay) Mom, let me read it to you first - I have never seen my mother, my father said that she went to a place far away, but I can often hear my mother's voice on the phone. , my mother’s voice is very sweet, better than sister Ju Ping’s. I think my mother must be beautiful, must be more beautiful than Su Ya’s mother. She said she would come back from far away to see me.

She also said that I am the most sensible girl in the world. I have a wish: one day my mother can sign my homework book and see me perform in the art troupe. Mom will be happy...

Mom, dad burst into tears< /p>

Mom: Come on, mom will sign it for you!

Dad: Yingying, let’s eat birthday cake with mom!

Yingying: Yeah!

——The end of the play——

Reporting gratitude begins with maternal love

A young man goes on a long trip out of anger. In fact, it is not worth it. He is just being My mother just scolded me lightly. But as a young and energetic man, he quietly ran away from home without saying goodbye to his family.

One day, the young man came to a remote mountain village. He was cold and hungry. He had not eaten for four days. At the muddy entrance to the village, his eyes darkened and he fainted.

When he woke up, he was lying on a warm bed, with a towel dipped in warm water on his forehead to cool him down. An old lady with gray hair was sitting by the bed and giving him a massage. Feed ginger soup spoon by spoon. Maybe she was worried that the ginger soup was too hot. Before feeding him, the old lady always blew a few breaths on the spoon, and then carefully fed him one mouthful. Looking at the old lady's loving look, his His nose suddenly became sore, and two crystal tears slowly welled up in the corners of his eyes. He choked and said to the old lady: "Mom, thank you!" The old lady said with a smile: "Just wake up, I'm away from home. There's no need to be so polite."

At night, there was heavy snow falling outside the window. He just closed his eyes and wanted to sleep sweetly, when he suddenly heard the door creak softly, and the old lady came in quietly. Gently tuck him into bed. Seeing the old lady with snowflakes on her forehead, moving softly for fear of waking him up, he finally couldn't help but burst into tears, held the old lady's hand tightly and said, "Auntie, thank you very much. !" Then, he truthfully told the old lady why he ran away from home. After listening to his words quietly, the old lady sighed lovingly and said, "You are such a stupid boy!" The old lady paused and said to him, "I just cooked a meal for you and tucked you into bed once. "You are so grateful to me. But someone has cooked for you countless times and tucked you into bed thousands of times, but have you ever thanked her once?" How many times have I been fucked silently and thousands of times? Who is this person? He was stunned and looked at the old lady standing beside the bed in confusion.

The old lady smiled and said to him: "This person is your mother." The old lady asked him: "Your mother has done so much for you, but have you ever said thank you to her?" "?"

He was stunned. Yes, his mother had done so much for him and paid so much, but he really hadn't even said thank you yet. Tears of guilt gradually filled his eyes, for the old lady he met by chance and the sacred and warm word in front of him: mother.

We have been grateful to many people we know or do not know, and we have been grateful for each thing, but who of us has ever sincerely said "Thank you" to our mother? ”

Mom’s warmth is like sunshine. Bathed in it, we never thought of being grateful. Mother's love is like the finest and crystal clear grains of salt. We enjoy its aroma in three meals a day, but we have never seen the light of salt grains in the dishes.

Mother's love is always rippling around us, like grains of salt in water. It nourishes us so silently, but we never notice its pure and crystal clear beauty. To be grateful to the world and everything, we must start by being grateful to our mother.

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