Classic prose in memory of mother

1, a classic essay in memory of mother, stands still in Hengshan, and the flowing water is sad. Hemp clothes make the grass worry, and the coffin falls into tears. Mourning of villagers, mourning; The cries of obedient children, the death knell. There is this life, but there is no afterlife. When will the mother wake up when the child calls? Screaming at the top of my lungs, my heart and intestines are broken; Look at the hands, and there are two lines of tears. Lament the dream of a lifetime, ashamed to report the glory of three spring. Have a fragrance, respect it but be thin; Devotion is like chewing vegetables, and pain is like mourning.

Singing in the mother also! Come with a heart, not a grass. A pole, bearing all the sufferings of mankind; Two awning shoes, travel all over the world. Cold comes and summer goes, and it goes through hardships; The stars changed and withstood the storm. Manage linen yarn, neighbors are sleeping; Dai Yue, all is silent. Cold hands at home, wrapped in wild vegetables; Sending books to children depends on selling firewood. Women are better at plowing than men; Teach sons to teach grandchildren, and don't let men be women. Entrepreneurship, willing to endure hardships for a lifetime; If you want to succeed, you will be five feet tall without hesitation. Muscles are emaciated and wrinkles are full of vicissitudes; Eyes drooping, sideburns dyed Yin Hui. I want the moon on the horizon, and my mother can stand on tiptoe; My son asked for the pearl at the bottom of the sea, but my mother was willing to jump down and take it. Warm sunshine is insufficient to some extent; Sincere maternal love is vast!

Great mother! Honest and honest, everyone knows; It is well known that Kezhi has cured others. People give it a peach and mother gives it a plum. Help the poor, regardless of age; Poor and lonely, regardless of virtue and folly. Empty bags are pity for other people's shortcomings; There is no fish in the dry beach. Be strict with yourself and keep your words and deeds clean; Tolerance is treating people, there is no right or wrong. Serve the mother in filial piety and taste the heart of cutting stocks; Friends and brothers are respectful, and there is no shortage of gifts to make pears. Happy in poverty, not greedy for unexpected wealth; Respect rules and discipline, not opportunistic. Respect the standard model of benevolence and righteousness, and don't be jealous when you meet virtuous people; Evil scum is unfaithful to good. On high merit, there is no limit; What's wrong with sighing about fate? Tired birds set in the sun, swans are like canopy birds; Chilling Leng Yue, Sang Yu also east corner. The reward of Shangen is not false; Cause and effect is nonsense, and fruit is empty. If the Buddha were here, would he stop screaming? If Tao exists, it must be too much.

Hey, hippies! The son is ashamed of the sheep, and the weeping stick is empty; It is difficult to cut the liver if you are ashamed of the crow chicks. The oil is exhausted and the wind is rustling; When the candle is dry, it will rain. Motherly love is like the sea, thinking about the vastness of the sea; Mother's kindness is like heaven, crying for the gray of heaven. I regret not accepting the pleasure of drowning; Dance without clothes, five miles of sorrow. It is difficult to shed blood and tears, and bowing is endless sorrow. Children will be the link between the past and the future; Sun Ding will carry forward the past and make persistent efforts. My mother has been in business for 86 years. It's 3000 miles away, and I'm happy to cross the ocean. Lang Lang's Sun and Moon is full of affection and has made great achievements. Silent pastoral tears leave a lingering fragrance. Cry for a cold monument, worship the castle peak; Pain buries kindness, and loess opens the world. The family raises high winds and never embarks on the road of struggle; Virtue lives forever, and simplicity lives forever. A loving mother has a spirit, and praying is delicious!

Mother's Sacrifice Classic Prose 2 AD 20xx April 10 was at 1 1: 20. After 8 days of shallow coma, my mother quietly left. This time, she didn't go to her sister's house in Kunming, nor did she go to Ruili to see her brothers. She finished the journey of life, drifted quietly to another world, visited her grandmother who kept talking in her hospital bed, and met her father who had left for ten years first.

When I was a child, when I was lying in my mother's arms, I often listened to her humming a lullaby and falling asleep slowly. I still deeply remember the lyrics of her favorite lullaby: Chinese cabbage, what a bitter life, three years old and two years old, without parents ... I didn't know the meaning of the lyrics at that time, but I just thought that she usually had a loud voice. When singing this song, her voice was low and tactfully, which made people slowly calm down and fall asleep. When I grew up, I gradually learned about my mother's life from the stories of relatives and her: my grandfather took a caravan to Myanmar to do business in his early years and died abroad; With the help of relatives and the efforts of grandma, orphans and widows lead a hard life. When her mother was seven or eight years old, one dark night, grandma died of illness, leaving her mother who loved her so much. In the dark night, her mother held back her fear with tears and ran to her relatives' house to call for help. I imagined my mother's state of mind at that time, that kind of despair, fear, helplessness, heat rushed into her eyes, unable to stop her body from twitching gently, and her thinking gradually became blank.

My early mother was very lonely. Although kind relatives adopted her and gave her love and care, the grass in this evil business still survived, and we had a new grandmother she often mentioned. But I can't fully understand her inner sadness. Only in her life track and some behaviors, the shadow of her tragic childhood life looms: she is extremely frugal, even if she is shabby, she must be careful. Don't buy expensive things when you buy things, and go to the fast-moving market to buy cheap vegetables and vegetables; Be highly alert to others, even your closest relatives will be alert. ...

As a woman, she has never read a book. Maybe she has many shortcomings, she can't cut clothes, she can't clean, and even the dishes she cooks don't have much color and fragrance. Maybe it has something to do with her childhood experience. No one taught her to hold hands, and she lacked silent guidance. But she is also a qualified housewife. She loves her family and children, and is hardworking and thrifty. There are four brothers and sisters in our family. My second sister contracted meningitis when she was six years old. In the early 1960s, it was a serious disease that was difficult to treat. Although my mother tried her best to treat my sister, she finally left in my father's arms. My parents are very sad. In order to keep the children and ensure their health and safety, my mother expressed this special feeling in her unique way, and she has been guarding them like a patron saint ever since, without a moment's slack. She ignored other people's jokes and gave her children strange nicknames. I hope God will keep them safe. The eldest brother is called Lao Ping, the third is called Mai De, and the fourth is called Stupid Bull. She is not afraid of her neighbors laughing and yelling at her children. It is said that this will ensure the retention of children and make them grow up healthily. When I was a child, I was weak and sick, often playing on swings and catching a cold. As long as I am a little different, she will go to the hospital behind my back. Once I ate a wild red robe, and my mother forgot to eat dinner after a hard day's work. I walked four kilometers on my back and was sent to the branch hospital. I can't remember how many times she carried me to the hospital. I can't remember how many times. She begged the doctor to cure me. She cares so much about her children that she is almost neurotic, so that her father, who seldom talks, will remind her that she need not be so nervous. At this time, her mother always raised her voice and shouted at her father, "Old man, you don't care about dolls!" " ……

Mothers don't know any scientific methods to educate their children, but they always care and support their children in their own unique ways. In primary school, I had to walk 1 hour. Every morning at 5: 30 or 6: 00, she will get up first, make breakfast, then wake up my brother and me, greet us after breakfast, bring a lunch at noon, and shout loudly "Go, go, don't be late, remember to greet my brother", from primary school to grade three, every day, whether it is sunny or rainy, whether it is spring or summer. I will jump up like a reflex, and my eyes will be soft. Seeing that it is still dark, I can't help but close my eyes and get dressed lazily. Sometimes when I dawdle too long, my mother will raise her voice. "How can a small family get up early in the morning like an old man in Yangzhou and still be behind the door in the morning? Let's go quickly." .

1978 September, I was admitted to the National Normal School for Nationalities, and I will go to school soon. My mother woke me and my father up as usual and had a big breakfast. My mother asked me to "take your son to the station, old man", and then told me to go out carefully and study hard. After more than ten years, I was assigned to teach in Mangzhang and the mountainous area of the old city. Every time I go home, every time I go out, it's almost the same, but then my elderly father disappeared.

Later, my sister was transferred to Kunming, my brother was transferred to Ruili and my mother retired. Her main task has become to take care of her father and the elderly for our brothers and sisters. She often says that if I work hard, I can still move now. Every day, she will get up early, have breakfast, pick up her own side dishes and sell them in the street, and then go home to meet her father. She doesn't entertain herself or amuse herself. She just wanders around the house all day. Maybe her past life was too hard. Her only hobby is eating meat and greasy food.

10 years ago, my father died unfortunately, so I built a house and lived with her. She has changed her living environment, and nothing seems so natural and satisfactory. In 20xx, she was diagnosed with diabetes during physical examination, but her unique lifestyle and philosophy of life: to eat well and eat enough, which made her blood sugar stay high for a long time, reaching 18-23. 20xx was admitted to the hospital for more than a month on April 2. /kloc-In the early morning of May, 0/5, I fell twice at night. I rushed to the hospital when I heard the news, and her coat was soaked with pain. I tried my best to pick up her fat body and took CT and X-rays. The doctor diagnosed me with cerebral palsy and a fracture of the left femoral neck. My mind went blank and I was at a loss. My friend here reminds you that you can't deal with it now. Please inform your brothers and sisters as soon as possible.

On may 16, my brother and sister arrived. After heated discussion, in view of my special situation, in order to better treat and take care of my mother, I decided to transfer to the State Third Division Hospital for bonesetting and cure brain obstruction, so that she could stand up as soon as possible. At this moment, my mother seems to have been in purgatory. She was suffering from inexplicable pain and health, and suddenly she was paralyzed in the hospital bed. So she scolded, scolded her daughter, scolded her son, and scolded all the people who were close to her and greeted her. Maybe her pain has not been alleviated, maybe she has lost hope in life, maybe she can never accept how she can let others greet her. So, she was abused by her and her sister was taking care of her. She scolded and cried countless times, but she didn't dare to talk back. She only supported her with her daughter's special feelings for her mother and her belief that her mother could recover until the hospital found out that she only had 6 grams of blood and she had to go home to recuperate. I am the worst. I only asked for leave to wait on her for 29 days in 10 months, and she was paralyzed in bed for 22 days. Fortunately, I didn't abandon her and take care of her faithfully, not afraid of being dirty or tired, but the time was too short. I have prayed countless times that if I could shorten my sunshine life by five or ten years in exchange for her happy and healthy old age of five or ten years, I would!

Mom's gone, gone, gone forever! Our brother and sister persisted with their own abilities and beliefs, but never kept her. 10 years ago, my father entrusted my sister and me to be kind to my mother. In retrospect, I regret too much. Time flies. If time can go back, maybe we can do better. ...

This year is the second year after my mother left. I miss what I saw. My mother has left. I can only, can only place infinite thoughts on it. May all parents and children in the world have no regrets.

The day before I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I returned to my hometown to pay my respects to my mother. Walking on the road, the clouds in the sky are half in the sun and half in the dark, and the flowers on the roadside are redundant. At this time, the mood is as gloomy and heavy as the clouds in the lower half of the sky and the dark brown road paved in front of us.

It has been more than ten years since my mother died. Since my mother left, I have become a boat leaving the harbor of happiness, swaying in the wind and rain. Whenever I go back to my hometown, without my mother's old house, I feel like an inn in the shade. Without the warmth and sureness of the past, I really feel like an erratic wanderer. This is something that people with maternal love will never understand.

Because I left in a hurry, I didn't have time to buy some paper-burning knives for my mother in the city. When I came to Zaoyuan Town, Zhangqiu, I stopped the car and said to my daughter next to me, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the shop across the street to buy some burning paper and water."

"hmm." The daughter replied, her face was full of thirst and patches of orange.

Avoid the crazy trucks on the road and come to the shops on the north side of the road. Two salesgirls, one old and one young, are already smiling.

"what to buy?" The old clerk greeted me, and the strong local accent suddenly narrowed the distance between us. The gold teeth that jumped out of her mouth sparkled in the spring sun.

"Buy a few knives of burning paper and two bottles of mineral water together." While answering her question, I put my right hand into my inside pocket of my coat and took out 10 yuan. Then I asked her, "How much is the paper?"

"One dollar for three dollars, one dollar for a bottle of water." The other party answered fluently and even quoted the price of water. It seems that all the commodity prices have been put into her mind.

"Tell you what, buy 5 yuan money paper and two bottles of water." I said.

The old salesman quickly put 15 yellow papyrus paper with the pattern of "Tiandu Bank" superimposed on it in a big yellow plastic bag and handed it to me. There is little paper in the corner of the bag. At this time, the young salesman quickly put two bottles of mineral water marked "Wahaha" on the shelf in front of me. With the sound of "da, da, da", the cash register, like the big supermarkets in the city, has already collected the money and is waiting to collect it. Just as I handed 10 yuan to the elderly salesgirl, she suddenly said, "Paper and mineral water are both 7 yuan, so just buy the remaining three yuan into paper together. It won't cost much. "

To tell the truth, what the salesman said is also reasonable. Since he came from a hundred miles away to pay homage to his mother, do you still care about spending more money? But when I acquiesced to the salesman's prompt and took out the burnt paper from the thick stack of paper in front of the counter, I suddenly gave up the idea. This kind of thinking is involuntary, more accurately, it comes from the bottom of my heart. Because I suddenly remembered my mother who had been frugal all her life and even deeply integrated frugality into her blood. Isn't "spending three yuan less" just in line with her old man's wish to pay homage to her mother? Thought of here, in the "thank you" attached answer, I got back 3 yuan money from the salesman, which was three round coins.

Back in the car, my heart trembled with the slight bump of the car, and my mother's voice and smile floated head-on like catkins in the air.

My mother's bleak life, composed of 75 degrees of spring and autumn, has been spent in hardships for nearly 60 years. Before the 1980s, the rural areas not only meant the extreme shortage of materials, but also meant that there was no hope for life. Poor land, a family of eight people, all live on the overdraft of their parents who are semi-diligent and semi-frugal. When the days got a little better, my mother was too ill to enjoy the showers of life.

The long river of time has bleached my memory. How many difficult and painful past events have long since vanished, but some insignificant little things have emerged in my mind, which is particularly clear. Mother came to town for a short stay at the age of 73. It's a crisp autumn Sunday. My wife and I walked in the mall with my mother who was crippled by diabetes. As soon as we walked out of the mall, we heard "Bang!" There was a loud noise. A young man casually threw a can shell on the ground. Mother followed the voice and cast her hazy eyes. After seeing the metal shell on the ground, she said in a weak but firm tone, "Pick it up and sell it for twenty cents."

I hesitated, even disdainfully said to my mother, "Hey, what is twenty cents enough for?"

"Pick it up!" Mother's voice is very low, almost longing for me: "I can buy two boxes of matches."

I picked it up, picked up the canned shell in my hand, showed it to my mother again and again, and took it back to the storage room downstairs in the dormitory. During the whole process, a subtle smile appeared on my mother's face, like ripples on a calm lake.

Children are the shadows of their parents. Under the influence of my mother, thrift has become my behavior habit, whether in poor villages or in cities full of luxury. Simple meals and worn-out clothes and trousers constitute the main theme of my life, and even staged a series of anecdotes that made many people laugh and cry, such as "socks are not willing to throw away when they are exposed to their heels", "use PHS if their career is unsuccessful" and "let the shoe repairers use them after they are connected". Also, when others are constantly changing fashions and applying high-end cosmetics, Lan Bu's wife still sticks to the heart of "self-satisfaction in poetry and books". What's more gratifying is that the married daughter is also a stingy advocate. In order to buy cheap vegetables and goods, she had to shop around. Sometimes I think that it doesn't matter how high and far a child goes, and maintaining this frugal mood may become the main reason for children's lifelong benefit. Whenever she talks about frugality with her daughter, she always plausibly says, "No matter how noble or humble, no matter ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, most people who can truly gain a foothold and remain invincible in society are frugal-oriented, and frugality is the way to cultivate themselves." This may be a family tradition handed down by parents.

When I came to my mother's grave, my brothers and sisters couldn't afford to kneel. The money burned for my mother danced in the air and flew away with the wind. Looking into the distance, I seem to see my mother's gratified smile.

Note (1): Matches, the name of old colonial China, are now matches.

Mom, it's been over a month since you left us. I wonder if you miss me as much as I miss you. Today is the solstice of winter, and it is a day to pay homage to our ancestors. Here I comfort you with my humble work!

Last summer, I knew you had something in your mouth. After reading it, I felt like an ulcer and didn't take it to heart. It was not until 1 1 that you told me that I had grown up, and then I felt that the matter was serious. My brother and I will accompany you to the central hospital for pathological examination. We never expected that the test result was squamous cell carcinoma, which was a "malignant tumor". At that moment, everything was spinning. What does malignant tumor mean? ...

I sat in the corridor and didn't know what to do. You can't read, so you can't tell you the result, and you can never tell you. Once people lose confidence, the result can be imagined. You had surgery last year 1 1 month, but you didn't expect it to recur this year 1 month, so you went to the hospital for radiotherapy. I was in good spirits when I went to the hospital, and I couldn't walk by the end of radiotherapy. During this period, the pain you suffered is beyond words. But you have never said a word you can't stand, and you have never asked what your illness is and whether it can be cured. What I hear most is telling patients that spending too much money brings too much burden to children. ...

After radiotherapy, I can't accompany you as much as possible because of my busy work at home. Every time I go home, I see your thin body. Your body began to ache in August, and the pain never left you until you left. I know that the late stage of tumor will be very painful, and that kind of pain is unbearable for ordinary people. But every time I go home, I can hardly hear your illness. I heard about your pain from my father. I heard what my father said to you the other day: "Why don't you feel any pain when the child comes home, and you eat too much?" Although you didn't say anything, I can deeply understand your pain ...

In order not to affect our rest at night, you always put water on your bedside, even though it is already very cold. Until two nights before you left me, I slept next to you, and you still put the water next to the pillow. I didn't see you twist the flashlight by mistake until you told me to turn on the light. You think that's a water glass. When I asked you why you didn't call me, you said that you heard that I slept soundly ... The next day, my mind was a little fuzzy and I rarely answered when I talked to you. I said, "Mom, my hands are cold. Please warm them for me. " Hearing this, you still struggled to hold my hand and rub the back of my hand with your other hand. The warmth of that moment is still clear. ...

In the early morning of September 25, you were particularly awake, begging us to lift you to the ground, put on a shroud and call us all to the front. You still smiled when you saw us. You said you were 6 1 year old. With us, you will be satisfied, and there is nothing to worry about. Since then, I haven't heard your clear words, but you vaguely said that tomorrow will be very cold ... I don't know if you really know that the day you left is a coincidence. At 0: 00 10 on September 26th, you left and shed the last tear. In the middle of the night, the grief-stricken cries of your family didn't make you say a word ... The gale that lasted for four days stopped and it began to rain. It didn't stop raining until the evening of 26th, and it was freezing. Then I thought of your sentence "It will be cold tomorrow" ...

You are an ordinary rural woman. You don't know a word, things change, love and hate, and you don't tell the truth, but you are a perfect mother in your son's heart.

Father has a bad temper and can't tell us anything in many cases. You mediated between us for so many years, until you left and told your brother, "Your father has a bad temper, and your brother is impatient and careless. No matter what happens in the future, you should bear with me more ... "Although I didn't hear what I said later, I don't understand your pains. Although you didn't say anything to me alone, I learned more from what you said to your father and brother.

Mom, from the examination to your death, I'm not sure how much you know about your illness. In the whole treatment process, you never asked for it, until your weight is only seventy or eighty kilograms, and you will not come to the end of your life until you arrange everything. ...

I believe that anyone will be full of nostalgia for life and fear of death. But I can't see it in you. What I see is your concern for the children. The great pain of the tumor didn't make you show it in front of the children. During this time, I don't know how much you have suffered alone.

Mom, you lost your parents when you were very young. I don't know the hardships and pains of growing up. However, you let us fully feel the warmth of maternal love. Although we are not well off financially, I always have endless words with you every time I go home. My parents are short, my life is trivial, and my work is troublesome ... Although you may not be able to give me advice, I am willing to tell you. Now, we are all independent and our family has improved. I wanted you to enjoy your old age, but you left. I never believe in fate, but I am speechless in front of you. Is this your destiny? I really understand now how small people are in the face of illness and fate.

Mom, you just left alone. When a person leaves, there is nothing, nothing, and then you don't have to worry about children or suffer from illness. When I got home, the gentle cry didn't echo again. Although it gave me deep thinking, I still feel gratified. I really can't bear to see you suffer any more. If people really say that people can know everything under the spring, then what kind of loneliness should you bear alone? Alas! Alas!