A 3000-word composition about finding a mother

There is a kind of love in the world, the most selfless, giving everything for you; The greatest thing is that your life must start here; Most noble of all, I never need to pay you back; The purest, all natural and sincere, will not be mixed with any flaws. This is maternal love. This article is dedicated to my late mother. -inscription

I am the eldest son of my family, and my eldest son is twenty-three years older than me. My parents raised our six children, a man and a woman, for life. Besides my second brother, there are three men and two women left. My father is fifty and my mother is forty-seven. They are all old and sick. My mother's constitution is particularly poor, and it is difficult to hug me because of her lack of physical strength. Later, I heard from adults that my mother always put me under her arm and walked half-hugging and half-hugging. When I first remembered, my mother was bent. I asked her why, and my mother said it was a pain. Yes, it hurts. Later, I was sensible and knew that it was because of lumbar disc herniation and fatigue all the year round.

My mother has been ill all the year round, and her health is getting worse and worse because of fatigue and malnutrition. She is skinny, stooping every day, enduring pain and doing housework in obscurity. Wrinkles covered her aging face, making her mother's appearance out of proportion to her age, and her teeth fell off one by one. I remember when I was a child, I always leaned on my mother's back to pull out her white hair until one day I couldn't pull it out anymore, because the number of white hair gradually exceeded that of black hair.

My life was great, and I survived twice. My eldest brother said I was chubby and cute when I was a child. I was seriously ill when I was two years old, and I haven't gained weight since. The reason is that my spleen is big, because I was too young, and the medical conditions were poor at that time, which was difficult to treat. Later, it was cured by an old lady in a neighboring village with folk remedies. My mother is kind-hearted, kind-hearted, and asks me to call her grandma. She often takes her grandma home for a few days. Grandma is old, her son is not her own, but someone else's child, and she is not very filial to her, so grandma is happy to live in our house, and her mother has raised her for many years like her own mother.

Another time was the summer when my second brother died. My second brother and friends took me to take a bath. After all, they are just teenagers. They are all children. As a result, when I left the shower, I was forgotten and left by the pond. I don't know how I fell into the water, but later I was found and rescued.

I remember for a long time 1974 I was 4 years old, and the biggest thing happened in the history of our family. Second brother is ten years older than me, and he is also a pig. He 16 years old that year. I can't remember what he looks like. People say that I am the most like him, and he is the best of our four brothers. My second brother, nicknamed "International", is a very naughty child. He is so famous that Li San and wucun here all know him, so when I am older, I will go out to play. The stranger saw him and asked me if I was an international brother.

It was a turbulent time. The child didn't go to school seriously, and the teacher didn't care. In fact, they don't care at all. My second brother and his friends often go out to shoot birds, steal delicious fruits, pears and dates from orchards and vegetable gardens, and they often smoke old cigarettes behind my back. My second brother likes me best and often takes me with him when he goes out to play. Up to now, I still vaguely remember the scene when he and his neighbor stole corn cob from the production team and came back to cook at their neighbor's house. It was because of their "misdeeds" that he later ran into a "catastrophe" and eventually led to a tragedy.

The cause of the incident was that the second brother and his friends stole school books to roll old cigarettes. At that time, the head teacher was a young man in our village, and he was a complete idiot. In fact, it's not a big deal. It's inevitable that children will be naughty, but he comes to our house to find my mother every day. My mother has a strong personality and is an uneducated rural woman. Our family is the highest in the village, and our parents are honest people, and no one has ever said a word "no" in my life. My mother felt that her face could not be erased, as if her second brother had done something unforgivable, so she put pressure on her second brother. My second brother is also a child with great personality and temper. Later, second brother arsenic died. I was here at that time thirty-four years ago. I still remember that scene clearly. I remember everything. Second brother held me when he died. He smiled bitterly. 16 years old, the same age as Hua, a fresh life ended like this, and the whole family was very painful.

Now, whenever I sweep the grave on holidays, I always kowtow respectfully to my second brother's grave. Later, my son grew up and left with me. I also asked my son to kowtow to my second uncle. It's just that I didn't tell him these things. I want to tell him when he is older, so that he can know that the second uncle didn't do anything heinous and didn't commit suicide.

That idiot is still a complete idiot. He didn't say hello in the village. I'm not saying this because I hate him. I don't know why such scum deserves to be a teacher. It is really misleading. I have known him since I was a child. I studied with him for a year in the fourth grade of primary school. Once I deliberately made trouble with my rebellious attitude and earned a board as a result. Although I don't read much, I still know how to pay attention to etiquette and know the truth of "being a teacher for a day and being a father for life". There are dozens of teachers who have taught me They used to be good to me and bad to me. I met them respectfully. This idiot is the only one who makes me disdain.

Since then, my mother has suddenly aged a lot, and my father is a little bitter about it. Every day, my father, brothers and sisters go to work in the fields and go to school, leaving me and my mother at home. Mother often sits in a daze on the kang and is often absent-minded when doing things. She spent a lot of time sewing and let the needle stick in her hand. Mother is too strong. She never cries loudly, but always cries quietly when no one is around. I asked her, mom, what's wrong with you? She is always silent. My father, brothers and sisters don't know these things, and even now I haven't told them, only my mother and I know. At that time, I was too young to understand anything, and I gradually understood it when I grew up. This has lasted for many years, my mother is good!

There may be many people who think that my second brother was forced to die by my mother. I don't know what my father thought, because I was really too young and too ignorant when my father died. But I vaguely felt from the words of my eldest brother later, at least he thought so. Tiger poison doesn't eat children! Even if my mother is responsible for my second brother's death, I can understand her deeply. You can imagine how stressed my mother was at that time.

Mother branded a beautiful fire with one hand and paid attention to three fires with the other. That is, burning straw under the pot, burning three handfuls of grass in front and burning three handfuls of grass in the back is cooked, which is both beautiful and delicious. When a girl gets married here, several big baskets will be burned at home and brought to the man's house. This is a cosmetic thing, but few people can make a good fire. Therefore, when there are many weddings and happy events in the twelfth lunar month, my mother becomes a red man, and people who do happy events come to her for help.

But at home, I have never eaten a good fire branded by my mother, because every time my mother branded a fire, it was always bulging on both sides and empty in the middle. I asked my mother: You are the most famous teacher in our village. How did you burn the fire like this? Mother replied: it takes hard flour to make a fire. My mother is too old to knead flour. I asked: then how can you still have the strength to rub in other people's homes? Mother was angry and scolded: it was originally a happy event. Isn't it embarrassing to others if you don't do it well? I was scared, so I shut up.

In the years after the eldest brother married his sister-in-law, the two sisters also got married one after another, leaving only my parents and my third brother at home. 1in the autumn of 982, with the further deepening of the spring breeze of the reform of the Third Plenary Session, the production team was dissolved under the general climate of the rural household contract responsibility system. Because my father was old, he was idle at once and had nothing to do. He used to be unhappy. In the early morning of December 16 that year, my father died of senile diseases such as cerebral hemorrhage or myocardial infarction. This is a disaster for our family. I was 12 years old and my third brother 19 years old. Mother was still so strong that she didn't shed a tear until her father's coffin was carried out of the door. She couldn't stand it any longer and fainted with a loud cry. My mother has a good reputation and high qualifications in the village. She is the ancestor of Zang surname in our village. In those days, our family came and went in an endless stream, all to mourn and sympathize with our mother.

Without the pillar, life still has to live. My mother dried her tears and led our two brothers to move on. My mother is too old to walk, and my brother is just a big boy. I am an ignorant teenager. Therefore, the big and small things at home have to wait for this big child to do. The next year, I entered junior high school, but I was always worried and at a loss. Since then, I have never listened to a class carefully, and my academic performance has plummeted, basically changing from a top student to a third-rate student. 1985 I was in the third grade, 1986 on the eve of New Year's Day, and there were still half a year before I graduated from junior high school. I knew there was no hope of studying, so I had to drop out of school and go home to farm in order to lighten some burdens for my family, ending my short student life.

1in the spring of 986, my third brother married my third sister-in-law at the age of 23. After a while, we separated, and the burden of this family naturally fell on the shoulders of an old man of 16 years old. From then on, I knew what it meant to support my family. I went out to do odd jobs at that time. If I moved here now, it might be nothing, but then I was too young to do anything and I didn't have enough strength to work. Many people sympathize with me and help me. I have never forgotten them. There are still many good people in this world!

1987, I 17 years old. That winter, my mother was ill and had difficulty urinating for several days. I am a 17-year-old child who is not so careful, and I feel more helpless and helpless. I have no choice. Finally, I found two brothers and took my mother to the hospital. After the doctor diagnosed, my mother got cerebral thrombosis. In those days, I slept with my mother in the hospital every day, and sometimes my brothers and sisters came to replace me. After a few days, my mother's condition improved a little. For convenience, we took our mother home for care and treatment. At that time, my mother was constipated and had trouble urinating, and needed someone to help with defecation and catheterization. This kind of thing is very inconvenient for a boy, and my sisters wouldn't do it, so the two sisters went home in shifts to help me wait on my mother. At that time, I was convinced that there was a saying that "I married my daughter-in-law and forgot my mother."

By the first month of the second year, my mother's condition had improved. Because it is not my job to serve patients, it is not convenient for my sisters to run back and forth. I had to work to earn money to support myself, so my elder sister moved her mother home to take care of her. Later, after two months of careful nursing by my sister, my mother's condition improved greatly and she was able to walk by herself. I am very happy, thinking, as long as my mother is alive, I don't want her to do anything, as long as I can see it every day when I go home. Later, my mother stayed at the third brother's house for a few days and then moved to the second sister's house. Until one day, my mother died suddenly, and it was already afternoon when I took her home. My mother was unconscious. She took my hand and tried to say something, but she never said it. Her face, which has gone through many vicissitudes, has lost its vitality. In this way, my mother has been helplessly looking at me, with muddy tears in her eyes.

The next day, when the sun rose, my mother left without a word, quietly, quietly. When she left, her eyes were open, and her dry eyes were filled with tears of despair, revealing regret and helplessness. The adults said that she was worried about me and died unsatisfied. I wailed, but my mother could no longer hear my voice. On the third day, when my mother went to the funeral, I didn't shed a tear. I will never forget that gloomy day, April 28th, 1988.

Mother's life is a bumpy life, full of hardships and ill-fated. She worked hard, hard and dedicated for this family all her life until her death. Not a day of happiness, poverty and illness have been bothering her. Mom, you brought your son into this world. You broke your heart for me and left this world with regret and concern. You gave birth to me and raised me, but you didn't let me give you a chance to enjoy your life. It's been 20 years. I can't forget it. Miss you-my great mother.