Mother, you are the song diary in my heart

What a familiar voice, it has been with me for so many years in wind and rain, I never need to think of it, and I will never forget it... After listening to Su Bing's "If the wine is dry and sold for nothing", those past scenes, scenes Reflected in my mind...

Every time I say goodbye to my parents in a hurry, I feel a deep condemnation in my heart because I didn’t do anything for them when I returned to my parents’ home, but they treated them like guests. They don’t even let you do it. In fact, this is a kind of heart-wrenching pain. I don’t know what language to use to describe this complicated mood. In the eyes of parents: as long as their children live well and the family is in harmony, there will be a spontaneous happiness on their faces.

When I grew up, I rarely slept with my mother. That late winter night, I slept in the same bed with my mother and chatted a lot with her. The most impressive thing was when she said: "What a good man." If you don’t want to live in a separate family, a good girl won’t wear the clothes you wear when you get married, just go and fight for it!”… I know it took a lot of courage for my mother to say this. Although she responded to her words with a smile, she was still thinking in her heart. Crying, mother, you are the song in my heart...

A song of brave pursuit

My mother was from the 1960s. In that era, what was important was the words of matchmakers. Free marriage was discriminated against in those days. My mother and father went to the same school, and they came together with my father despite the opposition of my family and the ridicule of the outside world. My mother used her bravery to interpret the pursuit of youth...

A strong song

Some feelings may be a kind of beauty if you don’t get them. After marriage, my mother was a young daughter-in-law, and my father was an individualist at home. He always had the power alone. From the time I can remember, they were always fighting, noisy, and noisy. In fact, our home is not far from my grandma’s house, but my mother never complained to her natal family.

I heard her say: "The road you choose must be walked on your knees..." I have always admired my mother for her persistence. In fact, I know that in her heart, only her children are her spirit. The pillar, perhaps the family has not been broken to this day, is more: the persistence of the mother through patience...

A song of self-improvement

In the early years, the family was very poor, and the father I always thought that some things should not be bought if they are not commonly used. My mother had no choice but to find some things needed in the market to sell on her own. I remember clearly: there were tea mountains at that time, and you could pick tea; there were also some fallen pine trees in the mountains. The leaves can be sold for money. My mother will go to the mountains alone to get some pine leaves to sell, and then buy some things she thinks she needs. I don’t know if my mother is afraid of poisonous snakes or monsters. I only know that there are more and more pine leaves at home. I learned something new...

A Lonely Song

In 2008, my grandma passed away due to illness. When I rushed home from other places, I saw my mother’s haggard face and her head. I lost some gray hair and my heart broke. She talked a lot to me, and then I realized that my mother had actually felt deeply sorry for her natal family for so many years.

My hometown is very particular about the deceased. The most difficult thing is to save the suffering. I don’t know if I use this word. I only know that everyone wears a mourning cloth on their head, an incense stick in their left hand, and a 70 cm long one in their right hand. Bamboo poles on the left and right were placed on the ground, surrounding the mourning hall set up for the deceased, and they bent down and walked around in front of the mourning hall, kneeling and kowtowing for about 2 hours at a time.

Among so many people, I found that only my mother was like this, and the others couldn’t bear it. I walked to my mother and made her believe that she was not alone. Let’s bend down together and do piety for my grandma. of prayer. I know that my mother is deeply blamed. I believe that every time I kowtow to my grandmother, I quietly say to her in my heart: "Grandma, you can go in peace. I will definitely let my mother take good care of her in the future..." "

An ordinary song

I heard that my grandparents died early at that time and my mother had never seen them. Relatively speaking, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was completely blank to her. , she is a person who cannot express her feelings. I remember that after she got married, she often said to me: "Be respectful to the elderly and don't worry about everything.

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I know that some things are easy to say but hard to do. I just said: "Don't worry, I am your daughter, I know what to do..." Mother, you have used your rough hands to Tie up the braids in my heart for me. You used your simple way of expression to inspire me who was silent for those years. You are an ordinary person, but in my eyes, I see an extraordinary you...

Mother, you are the song in my heart

Teenage years are the beginning of our rebellion. We once contradicted you and talked too much about you. In fact, we were all wrong, because you are The role of mother, and we are still children... I have been away from home for many years, and every time I think of the path my mother has taken: I wonder if she has ever regretted her youthful rebellion.

She has regretted her silent rebelliousness. I regret living a life that I have no choice but to live... Maybe it's because of my mother, no, it's because of my mother who made me believe in: Try your best to live the life you want. There is no patience, only willingness...

Nowadays, I am a person who has married far away. After experiencing those ups and downs, I have realized that it is not easy to be a parent. The only thing I want to tell them is: Actually, I am okay...

Forgive me for being rebellious and moving away from home, but not being able to do what a child should do...

Writing these words, I remember that I haven’t been back to my parents’ home for a long time, and I want to go back and be with them. Accompany your parents, listen to their nagging, and talk about what’s on your mind...