A summary of the story about the deep love between mother and son

Mother-child love

In a very cold winter, a small hut appeared on the snow. It turned out that there was a mother and son in the hut.

This hut is made of wood and has not much space. It is just suitable for two people to live in. His son Meng Jiao is reading under the light. He is preparing for the exam tomorrow, but his mother is still thinking about it. He was mending clothes, and she took the needle and thread, threaded the thread through the needle, and mended the clothes stitch by stitch. At this moment, she accidentally pricked her finger with the needle. Meng Jiao immediately put down what he was doing and walked away. He went to his mother and said, "Mom, are you okay? Where did the needle prick? Does it hurt?" The mother quickly said, "No, it's okay. You go and read a book." The son's eyes couldn't help but shed tears. He said: "Mom, you were not afraid even if you stabbed your hand for me, and you asked me to read a book. Mom, you are so kind to me. I don't know how to repay you." Mother's eyes were red and she said, "Okay, Then you must be the top pick in high school tomorrow. I will be very happy if you are the top pick in high school." The son said without hesitation: "Okay, I will definitely be the top pick in high school. When the time comes, I will pick you up and enjoy the blessing together. You have to wait. I’m coming back!”

Unknowingly, it’s the second day. My mother hasn’t slept all day long. She has made her parents work hard for my exams. How can I live up to her love for me? To meet my expectations, I must be the top pick in high school.

Meng Jiao took up the burden, left his amiable mother, and went to Beijing to take the imperial examination

The story of the military camp - mother-child love

Friend Xiao Peng Cong Nanchang was transferred to Xiamen Radio Station. At a party, he "took advantage of his work" and said to me, "Would you like a song? Just ask and I will arrange it for you."

"Who should order it for? I really haven't rushed it. This is 'fashionable'. "I am still unfamiliar with this.

"It's free anyway. If you don't order, you won't get it. Just order a song for the person you miss the most." The people next to me were "encouraging" me.

"I miss you the most!..." I immediately thought of my mother in my mind.

My mother is also a veteran who joined the army during the Liberation War. After fighting from the north to the south and driving the enemy from the sea to Taiwan, he stayed in Fujian with his father. It was more than fifty years ago. During the disarmament in 1956, she reluctantly took off her beloved military uniform and was transferred back and forth with her father. After a few years, she moved again, taking four of us brothers and sisters with her.

It is said that mother is the first teacher of her child. Ever since we can remember, my mother has taught us brothers and sisters to be upright, honest, open-minded, and to be tolerant when things happen. Whenever we have conflicts with other children, my mother always criticizes us. When I was a child, I didn't quite understand this and always felt aggrieved. Later, I gradually realized that this is the foundation of being a human being. Mom has said many times that we are not required to be high-ranking officials, well-paid or successful, as long as we behave well and be upright people!

My mother never tolerated and pampered us, and paid attention to cultivating our labor concept and ability to be independent. We can take care of ourselves when we are very young. She also instilled in us the concept of diligence and frugality, and never allowed us to be picky about food and clothing. If you don't like the cooked dishes, they won't cook them separately for you. You can just eat rice mixed with lard and soy sauce. No exceptions. Moreover, whatever amount of rice is in the bowl must be eaten, and no leftovers are allowed to go to waste.

I remember one time when I asked to buy a short-sleeved sweatshirt with lapels (it is now fashionable to call it a T-shirt), my mother said kindly to me: "Oh, you know how to pick and choose." ?" I immediately lowered my head in embarrassment. Although my mother still bought it for me (this was also the first time I asked her to buy clothes for me), I never asked her to buy clothes for me again. I would wear whatever my mother did and bought. Once, I went to school wearing a cotton-padded jacket that my mother had made for me. Some classmates laughed at me for being so "unfashionable". But seeing my calm demeanor, they felt embarrassed. My academic performance is enough that they dare not laugh at me.

My mother has always been in poor health, but she is reluctant to take care of herself. Let’s cook some delicious food. Dad will eat all he can first, then we, brothers and sisters, and she will eat the rest...

During the "Three Years of Natural Disasters", people across the country were in a very difficult situation. . Although our situation in the army is much better than that of the local people, we are still obviously nervous. At that time, I was still growing and growing, so I had a very good appetite and could eat very well.

At that time, it was good to have food. It was rare to eat meat dishes. Without "oil and water" in the stomach, it was easy to get hungry. A can of steamed rice with four small taels (2.5 taels in today's price) for each meal was enough. I got hungry after a while.

One day, I saw a few cake tickets in my mother’s wallet (everything needed tickets at that time), so I secretly tore one out and wanted to buy a cake on the street. But the cheapest cake is a "cake" made from longan core (longan core) ground into powder for five cents a piece. Nowadays, this kind of "cake" that is so thick that it chokes the throat may be fed to pigs, but pigs don't like to eat it. But at that time, it was considered a "delicious meal" for hungry people...

I only had tickets but no money, so I still couldn't eat it. I "cooperated" with a classmate who had five cents. He paid for it, and I paid for it, and the two of us shared the cake we bought.

How did my mother know about this? She was in bed while she was ill. She called me to the bedside and asked me if this was the case. Looking into my mother's eyes and remembering that she always taught us to be honest and upright, I honestly admitted it. When my mother saw that I told the truth, she didn't blame me anymore. She just asked me not to steal adults' things in the future and to be an honest and trustworthy child. I regretfully made a promise to my mother!

From then on, every time it was time to eat, my mother "couldn't eat" the food, so she would give me half of the rice from her jar. I am so happy that I can eat enough for every meal. Still feeling strange? How come I don’t have enough to eat, but my mother can’t? Many years later, when I grew up and became sensible, I realized that it was my mother who "couldn't eat". It was her who endured hunger and just saved food for me from her own share! ...To this day, I still remember very clearly: the deep pit on my mother's calf that took a long time to heal - that was a symptom of edema!

Mom is the strongest person. For her children and her family, she could endure anything. Ever since I was little, I have never seen my mother frown or sigh. At most, after she shed tears, she wiped her tears and faced everything "as if nothing had happened"... After I left home to join the army, she was hospitalized more than ten times, and even had surgery. She always asked her family to take care of me. I "block the news" so I can focus on doing my job. Whenever I see a pile of medals and certificates of honor, I think of my mother’s hard work and hope. At the same time, I also feel deeply guilty that I have not been able to fulfill my filial piety at her bedside.

Mom is also the most tender person. If you say, what am I most afraid of in this world? Those were my mother's tears... On the day I joined the army, my father had no time to see me off, so my mother sent me to the station. When the train started to move, I saw my mother, who is usually tough and reserved, and suddenly tears burst into my eyes... My excited heart was suddenly strongly shocked! I thought about my mother's tearful eyes over and over again on the train, and I figured out that my mother felt sad at the thought of me leaving her side. No matter where the son goes, the mother's heart will always be there that cares about him! To this day, my mother still sheds tears every time she sends me off after visiting them. I had to ask her not to send me any more. Although I didn’t see her crying anymore, I know that she must have been crying in the house...

Mom, you are the one I owe the most and cannot repay enough in this life; I miss you the most and care about you the most. It’s you too!

"Is there a "Book of Two Places: Love between Mother and Son"?" I asked.

"Dedicate it to mom? Yes!" Xiao Peng agreed immediately.

"My child, my child, I miss you in the spring. The little swallows make a nest to hold the spring mud. The little swallows make a nest to hold the spring mud. You are guarding the frontier in a distant place. When and what day is your return?...

Mom, Mom, I miss you in the winter. I feel the joy of spring with the red plum blossoms in the snow. Mom, Mom, I miss you. When we return home in triumph, we will be together happily."

Mom, this is my son. Did you hear the song I ordered for you? ……