Appreciation sentence of maternal love temperature

When I was 10 years old, she secretly gave me more lollipops than her brothers and sisters. When I 13 was in junior high school, she often walked more than ten miles to deliver meals to me. 16 years old, I was admitted to the normal school, and she praised me for being smart and studious. I got married at the age of 22, and she prepared a generous dowry for me regardless of the opposition of her children. When she was abandoned by her husband at the age of 34, she took a kitchen knife to defend me. I am over 40 years old, and she seems to be my child, hugging me tightly and reluctant to leave. ...

People say that our mother and daughter are affectionate, but I know that she is my stepmother and I can't forget her previous unkindness to me.

When she married her father, she brought four children, none of whom could keep up with my age. She didn't bother to call me by my name, and three girls in one bite made me really look down on myself like a girl and swallow it. I washed and cooked for my brothers and sisters, combed their hair and folded the quilt, but she was still not satisfied. She often scolds me for a long time with her hands crossed in her waist.

She has been competitive all her life, never saying soft words, and never willing to suffer. Such a tough person, when he was seriously ill last year, took my hand in tears and repeatedly told a story about eggs.

She thought I was young, but now she has forgotten. That day was the first time she gave me an egg, that day was the first time she hugged me tightly, and that day was the beginning of one person falling in love with another. How could I forget such an important thing?

More than 30 years ago, eggs were so rare, but that time my father brought back five cooked eggs at once. At the dinner table, she carefully peeled off the eggshell. Every time she peeled an egg, she would put it in front of her nose, take a deep breath and say, "It smells good!" " "Then she handed them to her four children one by one. (1) While enjoying their gorging happily, she cursed from time to time: "Eat slowly, you won't choke to death! "

Finally, she threw the remaining small eggs in front of me. I peeled it carefully and was about to swallow it in one gulp, when I suddenly remembered my mother who had ascended to heaven, and the intoxicated and greedy look when she smelled the eggs just now. I held back my saliva and gave her half of it. She was surprised for a moment, then put her arms around me. When I looked back, I saw tears on her face.

After that, she looked at me much more tenderly, and even kissed my face in front of her children, saying that I was her most intimate and lovely daughter. For a long time, neither my father nor I could adapt to her sudden change.

I dare not live up to the love of such a powerful woman. I also love her from the bottom of my heart: I love her dearly, wash her feet and rub her back, and study hard for her ... and she seems to have devoted all her love to my five children. Even though we don't have any blood relationship, we have long been involved in the life of * * * for more than forty years.

Attending after the children all work, her four children actually live better than me, but she stubbornly crowded into my house of less than 70 square meters, scolded the children for me, quarreled with my neighbors for me, and even quietly saved the living expenses given to her by her brothers and sisters to pay for her grandson's tuition.

1 1 After her death last year, I often thought, "Why are our feelings deeper than blood-related mother and daughter?" It took me a long time to understand: we always thought that maternal love was selfless and enjoyed with a clear conscience, but we never thought that maternal love also had temperature. You touch it with a cold heart, it is low temperature; You touch it passionately,