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Motherly love prose never speaks.

Most mothers I have heard and met are very simple. They are like a bull, always working hard in the land of life. They rarely say "I love you" or "I like you" to their children, but their love for their children is always accompanied by every sunrise and sunset. No matter whether you go to Qiu Lai in spring or in cold summer, your mother's love always blooms in the sky like bright sunshine until the end of your life.

I really want to praise my mother and those great motherly love loudly, but I think any cry and gorgeous language are still a little pale to them. So here, I don't have any gorgeous language, just want to tell a few stories.

The first story I read in a book.

This is a true story that happened in Austria in 2002. Sophia, the cleaner, seldom takes her daughter Rosalyn out to play because of her poor family. Her daughter is also very unhappy. She always felt guilty and decided to take her daughter 13 out skiing on her birthday.

After they simply packed their equipment, they went to the ski resort in the Ferratz Valley in the Alps. The mother and daughter had a good time and left the safe ski area unconsciously. The accident happened suddenly when they found themselves in a remote place. Snow poured down like a waterfall. After the avalanche, the mother and daughter struggled to climb out of the snowdrift, only to find that there was a piece of Xue Hai outside, and they lost their way.

Sophia couldn't afford to rent bright ski clothes, so she put on a silver down jacket to keep out the cold, and so did Rosalyn. But this color is too close to the color of snow, and it is difficult for rescuers at high altitude to find it. When a rescue helicopter flew in the sky, they shouted and no one heard.

Mother and daughter walked aimlessly in the snow for a long time in despair. Finally Sophia collapsed and her daughter Rosalyn fainted.

When Rosalyn woke up, she found herself lying in the hospital without her mother. She asked the people around her eagerly. Someone told her that her mother Sophia had died because of excessive blood loss. Before she died, she cut an artery with a sharp stone and climbed ten meters in the snow. Later, rescuers saw the bright red blood belt and rescued Rosalyn who had fainted, only to find that Sophia had died in the snow because of excessive blood loss. ...

The second story was heard from others.

A mother came back from the market to buy food, and was horrified to find that on the other side of the road, her child was standing on a window sill several stories high, in danger of falling at any time. The mother was very worried, so she naturally called her son. I didn't know my little son was happy to see his mother. Thinking that his mother was going to hug him, she stepped forward and the youngest son stepped on the air. ...

Just then, the mother dropped the food and ran in the direction where the child fell. Passers-by around closed their eyes and bowed their heads because they didn't want to see the bloody scene of the child suddenly falling to the ground.

Imagine that a loud noise did not appear. When people opened their eyes, they found the child lying in the mother's arms crying, while the mother was pale and motionless on the ground.

People sent their mother and son to the hospital. After examination, the child only suffered a little skin injury, while the mother's arms, chest, ribs and other comminuted fractures. Later, after timely and effective treatment, my mother gradually recovered. After hearing the news, the local TV station interviewed the mother and wanted to make a documentary for her. In order to restore the thrilling scene at that time, the TV station made a model of a child and pushed it down from her windowsill, but before the model landed, the mother could not get to the place where it fell in time, let alone receive it accurately. The TV station was helpless, and finally invited professional athletes to pick up the models, but it tried countless times and ended in failure.

People may never see how quickly and accurately the mother accepted her children at that critical moment. But they know that it was generate's maternal love that gave her incredible strength at the critical moment of her life.

The third story is my own personal experience.

I was studying in Wuhan at that time. In the winter of freshman year, the weather in Wuhan is particularly cold. The school asked us to hand in some materials, some of which need the seal of the village Committee to be effective. My hometown is Yingcheng, not far from Wuhan, but not too close. I didn't want to run that far, just to stamp a chapter in the village. This matter has been put off again and again. I went back and told my parents who worked in Wuhan about it. I didn't expect them to keep it in mind.

Seeing that the winter vacation is coming, my mother took my father and told me that they were going home. I thought it was so cold, so I advised them not to go back, but they said they hadn't returned to their hometown for a long time. If they go back for the Spring Festival this year, their relatives and friends will definitely insist on going back to their hometown to repair the old house when they see that their home is a piece of bricks and tiles. Seeing their digging, I won't say much.

A few days after my parents went back, it began to snow heavily. When I stood outside, I was shivering with cold and couldn't help shivering.

A few days later, my parents went back to Wuhan before the snow melted. When they came back, their vicissitudes were as red as a child's tender face, and their mother was still coughing. I asked my mother what was wrong, and she said, "Nothing. It snowed heavily when I went back. It is estimated that I didn't wear enough clothes and caught a cold. " Mother has been coughing for several days, but she still insists on going out to work every day.

Before going to school, my father took out the material paper with the red seal of the village Committee and handed it to me. I was surprised and asked what was going on. My father said to me, "You don't know, it snows so hard in my hometown that it is almost knee-deep." We stayed in our hometown for a few days and couldn't go out. The afternoon before I came to Wuhan, your mother insisted on dragging me to the village secretary to stamp for you, saying that I couldn't delay my studies. The roads are all white, so we can't see any roads or ride bicycles. As a result, your mother and I groped slowly and found our way one by one. When we got to the secretary's house, it was already dark, and your mother accidentally rolled into the ditch. You have no idea how windy it was that day. When I came back, I couldn't see the road clearly without a flashlight. Your mother and I went back to the old house one foot at a time. "

I was stunned for a long time, and then asked, "Didn't that mother catch a cold because she wore less clothes?" My father listened to me and said, "She caught a cold with no clothes on. It's just that she found a secretary to stamp you that day. You don't know, when your mother and I went back to the house that day, our legs and feet were unconscious. To tell the truth, it is a small matter for us to go back and repair the house this time. Your mother saw that your materials were not stamped, and she was afraid that you would delay your study and go back to your hometown. She won't let me tell you, forget it, but you can't be bad to your mother in the future, or I'll kill you. "

After listening to my father's words, a warm current came to my mind, and my eyes turned red and I said, "Dad, don't worry!" "

Perhaps the mother is such a person, never saying even a word of "love" to her child, but everything she says and does is full of love, even if she trades her life for her child's life, she is willing and does not hesitate.

When we make a phone call, we have to turn over our mobile phones to find our mother's number, but mother always dials directly, because mother has kept our phone number firmly in mind.

When we eat together, my mother always puts good fish and meat in our bowl, but she eats fish heads with bones. She also said, "You should eat more good supplements. I don't like meat and fish, either because my teeth are always blocked or because my throat is cut. " I later learned that my mother didn't dislike fish, but loved us far more than herself.

When we go out, my mother always urges us to eat and drink well and take good care of our health. It doesn't matter how much money they earn, but they eat pickles and radishes for three meals a day and walk tirelessly in the wind and rain all day.

When I was a child, my mother was very worried about our tuition. When I grow up, my mother is worried and tired about our studies; As an adult, my mother is still worried about our other half's family. Mother seems to be working hard all her life and will never have a moment's rest.

May 13 is mother's day. As a child, if you are close to your mother, have a reunion dinner with her. If you are far away from your mother, call her and say happy holidays. You don't need gorgeous language, or even a bunch of flowers. You just smile in front of your mother. She can see that you are safe and happy, and she will definitely spend this Mother's Day happily.

It is a great tragedy of life that "the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to be raised, but not near". Once filial piety leaves, it will never return, so take good care of your parents while they are still alive!

Be good to your parents and be good to us in the future!

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