Kneeling: 600 words is urgent for the composition that my mother wishes! !

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My mother has never traveled far in her life and has no chance to travel by train or ship, but she really wants to fly.

Join the army from my hometown in western Liaoning and go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The first time I boarded a plane I never dreamed of, I was so excited that I stayed up all night. Suffering from altitude sickness, I shook my hand and sent back the news of my safe arrival in the army through the post office in time. My mother was happier than I was, and took the letter and said to her distant grandmother, "My son flew."

The next year, I was admitted to a military school, went to school, and stopped by to go home. In the dim light, my mother asked about the flight in detail while making soles. I will try my best to answer them. Eagle-like appearance, exquisite structure, beautiful stewardess, excellent service quality, beautiful clouds like cotton piles outside the porthole, checkerboard staggered fields, everything is so strange and magnificent. Mother listened, stopped what she was doing, and her eyes shone with childlike curiosity. For a long time, she murmured: "The plane is so good that I can sit once in my life and close my eyes when I die."

A few years later, my eldest brother went to work in Lhasa and went on holiday with me. Mother insisted on sending our two brothers to Shenyang Taoxian Airport. My eldest brother and I advised my mother not to go in order not to get carsick and be tired of the bumps and tiredness of the journey of more than a hundred miles. After talking for a long time, my mother said angrily, "I know nothing will happen to you two brothers all the way." I just want to see the plane. " My heart suddenly trembled: my mother is not afraid of carsickness and vomiting, but also wants to see what she has long wanted to fly. The old man's long-cherished wish should not be stopped. So, I went to town to buy motion sickness medicine and asked my sister to accompany me to take care of my mother and rush to the airport together. The flight to Lhasa takes off in the morning and needs to stay at the airport for one night. The next morning, my mother knocked at the door early for fear of delaying the time. Seeing that we had completed the check-in baggage and flight procedures, my mother asked, "Why can't I see the plane?" I said I stopped on the tarmac and wouldn't let me in. Mother let out a cry of disappointment and stopped talking. I quickly comforted and said, "Wait a little longer for dawn, and you can see the plane take off outside." Soon, we passed the security check and my mother was locked out. Along the way, my mind kept thinking about my mother's expression of longing to see the plane.

On the eve of the Spring Festival that year, I went home on holiday after studying in the mainland. Mom is nagging about flying again. I said, "Mom, why don't I fly with you and you can see the outside world?" Mother waved vigorously: "I just thought about it, your salary is not high." I really want a ticket for 1500, and I can't bear it. " Let's wait until your life is over. "

After listening to my mother's words, my eyes are a little moist. The mother is so eager to fly, but she doesn't want to spend money lavishly, so as not to increase her son's financial burden. The old man worked hard all his life and devoted all his efforts to his children. Whether I'm pretending to be a child or not, I'd rather grieve myself than ask for anything in return.

From then on, I also had one more wish-to tighten my purse and let my mother fly early, which realized the old man's wish.

Everyone can't help but experience the first love. The fruit of first love is like betel nut, mostly green and astringent, which implies a bit of bitterness, but it is very memorable, like a scar engraved in my heart, vaguely recording my mental pain. Whether it is green or astringent, it is always a pleasure to chew. This indescribable smell has become the long-cherished wish of several generations and has been passed down from generation to generation. This spiritual realm of truth and purity, perfection and beauty, which has deep and shallow conflicts between spirit and flesh, has become an eternal memory that people can afford but can't let go.

I'm talking about my dead mother's first love. I know I shouldn't say it, but I don't think it's necessary to keep hiding it. It's not disrespect for the dead mother, because the past can only explain the past. Now that it's over, we all want to get the resources of life from it.

My mother has always lived in the countryside. Like other rural women, she waits on the old and the young every day and works in the fields. The difference is that she never talks about it from east to west. After finishing her work every day, she is alone in the room. Ever since I was a child, I thought my mother was strange. She always likes to comb her hair alone in the room. My mother has had long hair for as long as I can remember. Every time she combs her hair, she will tidy up the fallen hair, then tie it with red rope and put it in a wooden box. When I was a child, I was curious. When I asked my mother why she did it, she always laughed and didn't answer. All my doubts were solved on her deathbed. She told me the secret she had kept in her heart for half a century. Fifty years of spring and autumn, half a century's length, is a little short for life, but it takes away the mother's regret and leaves our children's pain!

Time goes back to the summer of 1950, and my mother was eighteen. One day, when his mother was alone at home, a boy came to see his mother. Excuse me, is anyone there? The village where my mother lives is on the edge of the city with a road in the middle. Some strangers often come in to beg for water. What do you do? Mother heard the sound and saw a boy in a very beautiful dress standing in the outhouse. Mother said that in those days, it was rare to see a boy dressed so handsome, and there was an aggressive heroic spirit all over his body. The boy saw my mother and asked, are you at home alone? Just like an old acquaintance, the words are very kind. What can I do for you, comrade? Mom asked. Look at his mother and say, I'm Wu, my father. You should know him. My father wrote to me. Wen Tao said that he picked up a ladle, scooped half a ladle of water from the water tank and drank it. Oh, mom said happily, it's Wen Tao's brother. My mother met you at the station, didn't you see? Oh, I didn't get off at the big station, but I got off at the gate of your village. I put down my spoon and went into the house with my luggage. Wen Tao in my mother's mouth is the child of my grandfather's comrade-in-arms. That day, my mother met Wen Tao, my mother's first love. Wen Tao came to study in this city.

Mother said that he fell in love with Wen Tao the first time he saw him. My grandmother cooked a lot of unusual meals at home that day, and my mother hardly ate a bite that day. Her heart began to fidget, and her face was always hot when eating, and she never dared to look Wen Tao in the eye. In fact, at that time, my mother already had a husband's family, and the object was my father. At that time, parents had the final say. Wen Tao brought many local products from his hometown. The next morning, Wen Tao went to study in the city. With Wen Tao gone, my mother's heart is empty.

Wen Tao and his mother met for the second time during her illness. My mother had a minor operation in the city that year. During her stay in hospital, because my grandparents were busy with the autumn harvest, I asked Wen Tao to take time out to take care of my mother. Wen Tao happily agreed to take care of his mother. At that time, Wen Tao was not very tight at school. He has one or two classes every day, and the rest of the time is self-study. Every day, Wen Tao runs back and forth between school and hospital. Cooking, fetching water, telling stories to my mother and reading articles. Take care of everything. My mother said that she likes to watch Tao Wenxiao, and her mouth is upturned, which is very beautiful.

Mother's condition is getting better gradually. Once, Wen Tao and his mother sneaked out of the hospital and went to the movies with her mother. On the way out of the hospital, Wen Tao kept holding her mother's hand for fear of losing her. When there are many people, my mother wants to shake off Wen Tao's hand. My mother was very shy at that time. But Wen Tao ignored these. The more she tried to break away from Wen Tao, the more she grabbed her mother's hand. Mother had to obediently walk into the cinema with him. It was not until after the movie that Wen Tao secretly sent his mother back to the hospital that he let go. Then I saw a happy picture on my mother's face that I had never seen before. Mother recalled that on a starry night, Wen Tao and she were sitting on the steps of the hospital, and the wind was blowing coolly. Mother snuggled up to Wen Tao's chest, listening to the wind, listening to each other's heartbeats and looking at the stars all over the sky. I felt extremely happy at that time.

The day of discharge came soon, and my mother and I said foolishly, I really don't want to get better so soon. After years of separation, my mother said that Wen Tao still had traces of his first love on his face. Later, Wen Tao wrote to his mother. Then they fell in love. It was not until my father's family proposed marriage that my mother woke up from a dream. She has long forgotten that she has a husband's family. My mother didn't say anything at that time. My grandfather is a stubborn man. Maybe he is a soldier. He is very principled and never breaks his word. When I was about to get married, my mother made an excuse to buy a dowry and went to the city to see Wen Tao. Mother made the worst plan and wanted to run away with them. Wen Tao was very sad when she heard her mother's story. The first time they embraced, Wen Tao kissed away the tears on her mother's face. Finally, Wen Tao said, Go home. It is fate that we can fall in love. We will be together again in the afterlife. Don't hurt your parents. With tearful eyes, Wen Tao escorted his mother back to the station at home. On the way, Wen Tao saw a beautiful wooden comb and bought it for her, saying it was a gift for her mother. After that, my mother never saw Wen Tao again. She only heard from my grandfather that Wen Tao never went back to her hometown after graduation. The whereabouts are unknown. Mother said she was in tears. Mother asked me to take out the wooden box, which contained some hair tied with red rope and a wooden comb. Mom said not to take these into her grave. She wants Wen Tao to see it. Maybe there is no chance. Maybe he's long gone. If one day you find his whereabouts, even if he is no longer alive, burn these in front of his grave. My mother passed away a few days later. She left me forever. Although I tried my best to keep her, I still couldn't keep her. She walked so peacefully.

I have these blue hair and white hair in my hand. These are my mother's lovesickness hairs. There is an unforgettable love in it, full of sadness and missing. Mother accepted a fact all her life, buried her first love and missed Wen Tao.

I went to Wu with my mother's long-cherished wish. In fact, old Wooman Wen Tao is not hard to find. I rummaged through my mother's old address. Although he is long gone, I managed to find his whereabouts. What excites me is that he is still alive. He is a famous local professor. He is an extraordinary and enthusiastic old man. This is my first impression when I met him. He looked at me in surprise when I explained that I was my mother's daughter. It can be seen from his expression that he has not forgotten my mother. I was afraid to look him in the eye when I told him my mother's will. In the end, I just lowered my head and said with tears that she had gone for almost half a year. Wu stood up and went to the window. I saw his shoulders shaking. He tried to control himself from crying, but I could hear a sob in his throat. I went to shake hands with the old man, but I didn't. I'm just saying don't be too sad. I put the wooden box left by my mother on the windowsill in front of him. I said my mother asked me to give it to you. When he opened the wooden box and saw the wooden comb, he could no longer control himself and began to cry loudly. I'm afraid his old man's body won't hold up, but I can't persuade him. He kissed his hair with tears in his eyes and kept calling my mother's name. I quietly closed the door and walked out of his house.

Later, old Uman Wen Tao contacted me again and told me his thoughts all his life.

After his father died, the elderly Wu Man Wen Tao was transferred back to his hometown, which was a last resort, because he had to take care of his elderly and lonely mother. In fact, after graduation, he has been living in the city where he finished his studies, which is our city. He said that on my mother's wedding day, he sat on the dirt slope at the entrance of our village all night until the wedding car passed by him. At that time, my mother got married and went to pick up my daughter-in-law in a carriage driven by my father. He said that he would stroll on the road in our village when he was free during that time. Sometimes I meet my mother walking past him, and he will try to avoid it in the dark. He said that it is also happy and happy to enjoy it from a distance, and some indelible shots will always grow in his open mind. Listening to his story, I seem to appreciate the sincerity and kindness of silence, fruitlessness and greed from a distance, and also explore his personality and cultivation from the bottom of my heart. He can treat beautiful gains and losses with selfless generosity, which is the understanding and detachment of the soul. Wu was never married. When he said this, I looked at him in surprise, and I gently held his hand with my hand. I want to comfort his heart, but what can I say? It took me a long time to say, Uncle Wu, you are too bitter. He looked at me and said, no, I'm happy! Pay attention to her silently, don't disturb her life, carefully guard your family and pay attention to everything about you. Appreciating from a distance is happy. I know your mother has been thinking about me because I can feel it. Missing someone is inertia, but there is no deliberate empathy. In the past years, there are still traces in our hearts, bit by bit, vividly. Through the fog of years, a fairy tale of dreams is over. The misty rain and the world of mortals are gradually lingering in the fragrance in Qingyi. Every time I miss her, I will hold my breath and listen to the heart-to-heart conversation quietly …

This relationship stayed in their hearts. That's enough. I think so, too. What is love? Actually, it's hard for me to say clearly. Everyone has a clear answer, and every time he has a spiritual feeling. Love is not gratitude, sympathy, possession or use; Love is waiting, waiting, giving and missing ... a person's real understanding needs to pay a price. Love is involuntary passion for each other. Love is an unreasonable dedication to each other. Love is desperate care for each other. True love is not spoken, but affirmed after giving silently in life.

It doesn't matter whether a mother's life is worth it now. The important thing is that love is always in her heart.

Quiet and tired at night, open your mind and miss your mother in the distant heaven! Her picture is hung on the opposite wall, and there is only a piece of glass between mother and daughter. Tonight, I just want to whisper: Mom, are you okay in another country? I realized my long-cherished wish for you. As a daughter, I feel particularly relaxed.