Who knows? Come to MMM. I thank you in advance here.

There was a country woman who had been doing farm work at home until she got married. Later, I married an honest and kind husband and still lived in a very remote mountain village. Around the stove all day, life is not satisfactory at all. Her temper is getting worse every day, and even she lacks the gentleness she deserves for her husband. In this way, after a few years, the husband got an incurable disease and left him, leaving only a starving son.

Since then, mother and son have been living a hard life in a small mountain village. People sympathize with this woman in bad karma. They think that she can only raise her son by remarriage, and then marry her son out by marriage, so that he can live a lifetime like most young people in the village, and it is not bad to rely on his son to support the elderly.

Who knows that she refused to marry again. When her son reached the age of literacy, she moved out of the small mountain village and moved to a small town, and invited a gentleman to teach him. My son is smart and studious, making rapid progress, showing a certain talent. So she took her son through hardships and moved to the bustling Shanghai to save money for his son to attend a good middle school. Later, when my son grew up, he had his own ambition and wanted to study abroad. She tried to raise money everywhere to support her son to cross the ocean. Although she was so reluctant to let him leave her, she didn't say anything.

This woman may not understand the truth that environment makes people, but for the sake of her son's growth, she moved again and again and traveled again and again, just like Meng Mu in ancient times, thus achieving her son's career. When I read her story from a biography many years ago, I was deeply impressed by the maternal wisdom interpreted by this ordinary woman.

The son of this rural woman is Fu Lei, a famous translator. I don't remember her last name, but she has a great name-mom!

"Growing Grass"-Shi Tao

A graduate of a famous Japanese university applied for a big company. The president examined his face and asked, "Did you wash your hands and feet for your parents?" "Never." The young man answered honestly. "So, did you hit your parents on the back? "The young man thought for a moment:" Yes, when I was in primary school. "In this conversation, the president just comforted him not to lose heart, and there would be hope. When the young man left, the president suddenly said to him, "Please come again at this time tomorrow. But there is one condition. Just now you said that you never washed your parents' hands and feet. Before coming here tomorrow, I hope you must do it for your parents. Can you do it? " This was the president's order, so the young man agreed.

Although young people graduated from college, their families are poor. His father died shortly after he was born, and since then, his mother has worked hard to make money. The child grew up gradually, got excellent academic performance and was admitted to a famous university in Tokyo. Although the tuition fee is daunting, my mother has no complaints and continues to work for him to go to school until today.

When the young man got home, his mother had not come back. Mom must have dirty feet when she is away from home. He decided to wash her feet. When the mother came back, she was surprised to see her son washing his feet. "I can also wash my feet. I'll wash it myself. " So the young man explained why he had to wash his mother's feet. The mother understood very well, so she sat down according to her son's request and waited for him to bring the washbasin and put her foot in it. The young man holds a towel in his right hand and his mother's foot in his left. Only then did he realize that her feet were as stiff as sticks, and he couldn't help holding her feet and crying. When he was studying, he spent all the tuition and pocket money sent by his mother as scheduled. Now he knows that the money is her hard-earned money.

The next day, the young man went to the company as promised and said to the president, "now I know that my mother has suffered a lot for me." You taught me something I couldn't learn in school. Thank you, President. If it weren't for you, I would never have caught my mother's foot. My mother is the only family I have. I will take good care of my mother and never let her suffer again. " The president nodded and said, "Come to work in the company tomorrow."

Gecko love

Li Fanxuan (DPRK) Hong Zhu Ying

This is an interesting story that happened in Japan.

Someone tore down the wall to decorate the home. Japanese houses have wood in the middle, mud on both sides and empty inside.

When he pulled down the wall, he found a gecko trapped there. A nail knocked in from the outside was nailed to the gecko. The host felt pity and curiosity. He looked at the nail carefully. He was surprised because it was nailed when building a house 10 years ago. What the hell is going on? That gecko was trapped in the wall and lived for 10 years! 10 years in the dark wall, really not simple!

What did the gecko with its tail nailed to death do 10 years?

The owner temporarily stopped the project. "What does it eat?"

Before long, a gecko crawled out of nowhere with food in its mouth … Oh, love! That incomparable noble love! That eternal love! Another gecko has been feeding it for 10 years in order to be nailed to a gecko that can't walk.

Whether that gecko is a mother or a father, a husband and wife or a brother, we don't know, and there is no need to know. I was deeply moved by the power of love when I heard this! ……

Shine on others

—— Chen (Taiwan Province Province)

"The blind man holds the lamp" is a joke, which means that a person does things without thinking and only does unnecessary things. Recently, I got a new interpretation from my friends.

This friend said this: A blind man always walks at night with a bright lantern in his hand. Others were curious and asked him, "You can't see for yourself, why do you want to walk with a lantern?"

The blind man was overjoyed and said, "This truth is very simple. I don't hold a lantern to light the road for myself, but to make it easy for others to see me and not bump into me by mistake, so that I can protect my own safety and help myself. "

I once hitchhiked with a friend, borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and then told this story to share with him. My friend felt the same way when he heard this, and proved it with his own practical experience. He said, "I used to drive through the tunnel and never liked to leave the lights on." First, the tunnel is not long, and the light inside is not bad; Secondly, it is troublesome, and I don't think it is necessary to open and close it. Unexpectedly, one day I was hit by an oncoming truck and almost died. Later, I learned that the driving lights were for the other side, because the car went through the tunnel, and the other side went from light to darkness, so the vision could not be adjusted, and the opposite car didn't turn on the lights, which was too dangerous ... "

Friends of the world, how lonely and dangerous it is to walk alone on the slow road of life, and it will also be a fate. No one knows where you come from or where you are going.

If you can learn to carry a lamp for the blind, illuminate the road for others and illuminate yourself. Always help and care for others, and others will help you. That's what the so-called "charity" means.

This article is a bit long, but touching! ) "Crazy Mom"

Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village, unkempt, giggling at everyone and urinating in public without hesitation. Therefore, the daughter-in-law in the village often spits on the woman, and some daughters-in-law even stepped forward to kick her and told her to "get out of here". But she just wouldn't go, still giggling and wandering around the village.

At that time, my father was 35 years old. He used to work in a quarry, and his left hand was interrupted by a machine. Because of his poor family, he has never married. Grandma saw that the woman was still somewhat beautiful, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law. She was driven away after she renewed her fragrance for my family. Although my father was reluctant, he looked at the situation at home and gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny.

When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me, with a few teeth left, and said happily, "This crazy woman gave birth to a grandson with a handle." It's just that when I was born, my grandmother took me away and never let my mother near me.

My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted "Come, give it to me ..." Grandma ignored her. I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, mom is crazy. Whenever my mother asks for a hug, grandma always stares at her and tells her, "Don't try to hug the baby, I won't give it to you." If I find you hugging him secretly, I will kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I will kick you out. " Grandma didn't mean anything vague when she said this. Mom understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts are swollen badly, I can't eat half of my mother's milk. My grandmother feeds me spoon by spoon. Grandma said that there was a "psycho" in my mother's milk, so it would be troublesome to infect me.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty Especially after my mother and I were added, the pot often failed to open at home. Grandma decided to get rid of her mother because she not only ate idle meals at home, but also made trouble from time to time.

One day, grandma cooked a big pot of rice and personally added a big bowl to her mother, saying, "Wife, this family is too poor. My mother-in-law is sorry for you." After you finish this bowl of rice, you will go to live with a richer family and never come again, huh? "Niang mouth just baked a big meal, heard grandma's marching orders, very surprised. A big meal stagnated in her mouth. My mother looked at me in my grandmother's arms and muttered, "No, don't ..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face, took out a dignified paternalistic style and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? There is no good fruit for you to eat. You've been wandering around. I have taken you in for two years. What do you want? Leave after dinner, do you hear? " Grandma said, and took out a hoe from behind the door and slammed it on the ground like Long Touzhang of Yu Taijun, making a sound. Niang was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on glistening rice. Under the strong light, Niang suddenly made a very strange move. She gave more than half of the rice in one bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked at her grandmother piteously.

Grandma froze. It turned out that Niang told her that she only ate half a bowl of rice for every meal, just begging not to drive her away. My heart seems to have been pulled hard. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma didn't go too far. She held back her tears and said with a straight face, "Eat, eat and go." You will starve to death in my house. "Niang seems desperate, did not even eat half a bowl of rice, lang lang stagger out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time. Grandma hardened her heart and said, "Go, go and don't look back. There are many rich families in the world! " Instead, the mother came over and put her hand into her mother-in-law's arms. It turns out that mom wants to hug me.

Grandma was depressed for a while, but she gave me to her mother like a baby. My mother held me in her arms for the first time, and she smiled brightly. But grandma put her hand under me, for fear that my mother's madness would throw me away like garbage. My mother held me for less than three minutes, and my grandmother couldn't wait to pull me away, then turned and closed the door.

When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father, and I also asked my grandmother. They said, your mother is dead. But my little friend told me, "Your mother is crazy and your grandmother drove her away." I asked my grandmother to give my mother back to me, called her "grandma wolf", and even spilled the rice she brought me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy", but I missed her very much. What does she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, came back.

That day, several friends flew in and reported, "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I ran out happily, and my parents followed me. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She is still in rags, and there are some yellow grass clippings in her hair. God knows she spent the night in that haystack. Mother didn't dare to enter the house, just facing my house, sitting on the stone pile in the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she was eager to find her son among us. My mother finally stared at me, staring at me all the time, cracking her mouth and calling me, "Little tree … ball … ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand and threw herself into my arms please. I keep retreating. I'm disappointed. I didn't expect my mother, whom I miss day and night, to look like this. A little friend said, "Xiaoshu, do you know what crazy people are like now?" Just like your mother. "

I said angrily to my little friend, "She is your mother! Your mother is crazy, your mother is like this. " I turned my head and ran. I don't want this crazy mother. Grandma and dad led the mother into the door. At that time, after grandma kicked her mother out, her conscience was tortured. As she grew older, her heart could no longer harden, so she left her mother on her own initiative, and my boss didn't want to, because she lost my face.

I have never given my mother a good look, never talked to her on my own initiative, and never even called her "Niang". The communication between us is mainly based on my "roar", and my mother never dares to talk back.

Mom can't be left at home for nothing, so grandma decided to train her to do some chores. When working in the field, grandma took her mother out to "watch" and said she would be beaten if she didn't obey.

A few days later, grandma thought Niang was trained by herself, so she told her to go out and cut pig grass alone. Unexpectedly, mother cut two baskets of "pig grass" in half an hour. Grandma looked worried and panicked. Mother cut the rice that was beating and heading in someone else's field. Grandma angrily scolded her: "Crazy woman doesn't care about food and grass ..." When Grandma was thinking about how to clean up the mess, the owner of the rice field came and said that she deliberately instigated it. Grandma flew into a rage, took out a stick in front of others and knocked it on her lower back, saying, "Kill you crazy bitch, get out of my way ..."

Although mother is crazy, she knows the pain. She jumped away from the stick and kept wailing "No, no …". Finally, people couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Forget it, we won't pursue it. Be strict with her in the future ... "After the storm subsided, Mother lay on the ground sobbing. I disdainfully said to her, "You can't tell grass from rice. You are really a pig. " As soon as I spoke, I got a slap on the back of my head, which was played by my grandmother. Grandma glared at me and scolded me, "Little Rabbit, what are you talking about?" If you do this again, she's your mother, too! "I disdain a pie mouth:" I don't have such a stupid crazy mother! " "

"Wow, you are getting more and more ridiculous. See if I don't hit you! " Grandma raised her hand again. At this time, I saw my mother jump up from the ground like a spring and lie between me and my grandmother. My mother pointed to her head and cried, "hit me, hit me."

I see. Mom asked grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma hung her hand in mid-air and murmured, "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" " "Soon after I went to school, my father was invited by a professional fish farmer in a neighboring village to guard the fish pond and earn 50 yuan a month. My mother still goes out to work under the leadership of my grandmother, mainly to fight pig grass, which has not caused any big trouble.

I remember a winter day in the third grade of primary school. I was hungry and suddenly it began to rain. My grandmother asked my mother to give me an umbrella. Mother may have fallen several times all the way, and she looks like an eye inflammation. She stood by the window of the classroom and looked at me with a smirk. She also called, "Tree ... Umbrella ..." Some students giggled. I'm on pins and needles. I hate my mother. I hate her ignorance, hate her embarrassing me, and hate Fan Jiaxi who took the lead in heckling. While he was still exaggerating, I grabbed the pencil case in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we tore it apart. I'm small, I'm no match for him at all, and he knocked me down easily. At this moment, I heard a long whistle of "Ow" coming from outside the classroom. Mother flew in like a soldier, grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged her outside. It's true that a madman has great strength. Mother lifted Fan Jiaxi, who bullied me, into the air with both hands. He screamed with fear, and a pair of chubby calves kicked around in the air. Mother ignored him, threw him into the pond at the school gate, and then walked away with a cold face.

Mom made a big mistake for me, but she seems fine. In front of me, my mother resumed a timid expression and looked at me please. I understand that this is maternal love. Even if she is unconscious, maternal love is sober, because her son has been bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help crying: "Mom!" This is the first time I have called her since I can speak. Mom was shocked, looked at me for a long time, then blushed like a child, grinned and looked silly. That day, our mother and son came home with an umbrella for the first time. I told my grandmother about it, and she was so scared that she fell down on the chair and called her father back at once. Dad had just entered the house when a group of mature men with knives and sticks broke into my house. They smashed pots and pans, and it was like a magnitude 9 earthquake at home. These are the people invited by Fan Jiaxi's family. Fan Fu pointed to his father's nose and said, "My son is scared out of his mind and is now lying in the hospital. If your family doesn't pay 1000 medical bills, I will fucking burn your family down. " 1000? Dad is only 50 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly burned red. He stared at his mother with terrible eyes, quickly took off the belt around his waist with one hand and hit her in the past. Time and time again, mother jumps and hides helplessly like a mouse living in fear and like a prey running into a dead end. I will never forget her harsh voice and the crisp sound of the belt on her. Finally, the director of the police station came to stop dad's violent hands. As a result of mediation by the police station, both sides have losses and no debts. Arrest anyone who makes trouble! After a group of people left, dad looked at the broken pots and bowls all over the room, and then at his scarred mother. Suddenly, he put his arms around her and cried, "crazy woman, I didn't want to hit you, or I would." This will not work, and we can't afford to lose others. " This is all caused by poverty! "Dad looked at me again and said," Shuer, you must study hard before you can go to college. "Otherwise, we will be bullied for life!" I nodded wisely.

In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. My grandmother died unfortunately because of overwork, which made life at home more difficult. Enshi Civil Affairs Bureau lists my family as a poor household and subsidizes 40 yuan every month. My high school has also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so that I can continue my studies.

Because I study hard, I seldom go home. My father is still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering meals to me falls on my mother. Every time my aunt next door always helps me copy pickles for my mother to eat. The loss of mother on the 20-kilometer Yangchangshan Road was firmly recorded, rain or shine. It is a miracle that the mother is not crazy about what she has done for her son. Besides maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine.

On April 27th, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came and brought me not only vegetables, but also a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite, smiled and asked her, "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from? " Mother said, "I ... I picked it ..." I didn't expect her to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her, "Mom, you are really getting more and more capable." Niang hey hey smiled.

Before my mother left, I told her to pay attention to safety, and my mother replied. After seeing my mother off, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, when I was in class, my aunt hurried to school and asked the teacher to shout me out of the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if she had delivered any food. I said yes, she went back yesterday. Menstruation said, "No, she hasn't come home yet." My heart is tight, my mother should not go the wrong way, right? But she has been on this road for three years. She can't go wrong. Menstruation asked, "Your mother didn't say anything?" I said no, she brought me a dozen wild peaches. Aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, maybe it's broken in this wild peach." My aunt asked me for leave and we walked back along the mountain road. On the way home, there were indeed a few wild peach trees. There were a few peaches hanging sparsely on the peach trees, which were preserved because they grew on the cliff. At the same time, we found a peach tree with broken branches and an abyss under it. My aunt looked at me and said, "Let's go under the cliff!" " "I said," Aunt, don't scare me ... "Aunt jumped on me and walked into the valley. ...

Mother lay quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She still holds one tightly in her hand, and the blood has already solidified into a heavy black. My insides are torn by sadness. I hugged my mother tightly and said, "mom, my evil mother, I regret that this peach is sweet." It was my son who killed you ... Mom, you didn't enjoy a good life alive ... "I leaned my head on my mother's cold face, and all the stones crying all over the mountain accompanied me to cry. ...

On August 7th, 2003, on the100th day after my mother was buried, the admission notice of Hubei University bronzing passed through the road my mother walked, the wild peach trees, the rice fields in front of the village and flew straight into my home. I put this late letter in my mother's cold grave: "Mom, my son made a promise, did you hear that?" You can smile in the grave! "

How great is maternal love! I always hear and see mothers treat their children like this. But it is rare to hear and see children do this to their mothers! This is maternal love. Even if her children beat her and scold her like others, she will face her children with the best things in life.

Human nature is good. Why are so many people so disrespectful to the physically disabled? Is this what we call a civilized society? Alas, it's really sad. Be kind to the people you love, be kind to others, and don't wait until you lose them to feel precious.