A touching article

Air Mata Iboe

The sky is blue,

But also tears.

Tears in the sky are falling raindrops,

She moistens everything,

Let us know the beauty of the world.

The sea is also blue,

But also tears.

Tears of the sea are shells on the beach,

She decorated the earth,

Let us be comforted by nature.

However, air is colorless,

She tried to light the dew on the leaves as tears.

No one knows that dew is left by air.

Quietly, quietly,

Increase the preciousness of life for green.

But how do children know,

Where do they know mother's tears?

Mothers just quietly, quietly,

Tears streamed down her face.

Mother is the sky for children,

Her tears let the children know the beauty of the world.

Mother is the ocean of children,

Be broad-minded and comfort them.

Mother is the air of children,

Gave them another life cycle.

Mother's tears are everything to the children,

A mother has only children in her heart.

But no matter how much you can get back.

But the children don't know that it's tears for them.

Never brought a trace of comfort to my mother.

Of course mom doesn't care,

Because she knew,

The only child is her own tears.

Chapter Two: The Miracle of Mother's Love —— Appreciation of Crazy Mother

Tearful prose, touching ode to maternal love. This kind of maternal love can shock people's hearts because it goes beyond the routine, as heavy as a mountain and as deep as the sea. Compared with healthy people with normal nerves, it may be difficult to understand what is commendable about crazy mothers' love for their sons. Although ordinary people can't understand the difficulty of mental control of neurological patients, they can get similar feelings through analogy. Imagine, when you are drunk, when you have a high fever and talk nonsense, when you are awakened from a deep sleep, can you care about others, care about others and help others? This must be hard. Because when a person is delirious, his brain can't control his words and deeds at all, but crazy mother can. Crazy Niang is insane, "unkempt, smirking at everyone and urinating in public". It is such a psychopath who can't take care of himself, but because of his mother's love, he has done amazing things and created many incredible miracles: the crazy mother who has never seen her son for five years has actually recognized "I" accurately among a large group of children. On the premise that she couldn't solve the problem of eating, sleeping and dressing herself, she made me, a crazy mother who was always timid in front of me and didn't dare to talk back to me, extremely brave when she was bullied by her big classmate Fan Jiaxi. "She flew in like a hero, grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged him outside" and "threw him into the pond at the school gate"; When I was in high school, my grandmother died and my father worked outside. Crazy Niang can firmly remember the "20 km narrow mountain road" and insist on helping me send pickles rain or shine; When "I" ate the wild peaches picked by crazy mother and sincerely praised her for becoming more and more capable, crazy mother risked her life to pick those wild peaches that grew in more dangerous places, and as a result, the branches broke and fell into the abyss. Because of her strong love for her son, she has an extraordinary, almost special discrimination; Because of her strong love for her son, she became fearless and indomitable; Because of her strong love for her son, she has a special memory to ensure that pickles are delivered to her son. Because of his strong love for his son, who likes to eat peaches, he took risks. As long as she works for her son, the crazy mother becomes not crazy at all. It is maternal love that has created a miracle that modern medicine cannot decipher.

In terms of expression, this essay makes good use of the method of inhibition, highlighting the crazy mother's deep affection and unusual love for her son. Prose is restrained first, which focuses on all kinds of situations that crazy mom's "madness" and "I" dislike and reject her because of her youth and ignorance. When crazy mom appeared, we could see that she was completely a serious mental patient, dirty and abnormal, and lost her sense of shame, which was a kind of restraint; Crazy mother came back from home for five years, still so sloppy and dirty that she couldn't take care of herself. "I was disappointed, but I didn't expect the image of my mother I missed day and night to be like this", so I turned my head and ran away. I don't want this crazy mother! This is the second suppression; When a crazy mother gave me an umbrella on a rainy day, she was "like an eyeball, standing at the window of the classroom and smirking at me", which made my classmates laugh and hiss, making me "on pins and needles. I hate my mother, her ignorance and her embarrassment". Next, when I was bullied, crazy mother stood up to protect me, let me know and be moved by maternal love. It was a great honor to call her "Niang" for the first time and bring an umbrella home for the first time. Write crazy mother, remember that 20 kilometers of Yangchangshan Road sighed for "I", it was Yang Yang; Finally, it was written that crazy mother fell into the valley to pick wild peaches that her son liked to eat. "I am so sad that my insides are torn." "I put my head on my mother's cold face, and all the stones in the mountains and plains cried with me." The author's love for crazy mother reached a climax, and through getting college grades, she turned grief into strength and comforted her mother under the grave. This is Sanyang.

The essay successfully depicts the unity of opposites between "madness" and "not madness" of the crazy mother, creates a huge gap between "I" and "love" for the crazy mother, and makes the reader's mind suffer a series of shocks, which makes the reader's heart throb again and again with the author's strokes, and writes a touching ode to maternal love.

Article 3: Mother, mother's words

Growing up, what I heard most was my mother's words. Today, my heart moved, I felt something, and I realized more deeply that it was my mother's words that kept me growing. When I was a child, Pi was like a wild child, running around all day. My mother has been looking for her boss. Her home is in the west, almost everywhere. Then she took me home with a helpless face, put me in the bathtub, cleaned me, changed my clothes, tied my pigtails, kissed my chubby little hand and said, "Good girls can't run around, or people will say that my mother didn't teach you!" Grow up quietly and learn to be afraid quietly. I always blush when I meet strangers and dare not speak. My mother likes to take me out, so she often says to me, "My mouth is round and my tongue is soft. When I meet a stranger, my tongue will turn a few times. There is nothing to be afraid of! " Sometimes I like to walk with my head down and count my steps. Sometimes I like to look around with my head up. Mother said: "A girl who walks with her head down is not generous enough to get on the table;" It's impolite to look around. It is best to look straight ahead naturally and smile confidently. "There was a time when the family needed it very much. Mother said easily: "the tide rises and falls, and people also have ups and downs." It is better to rely on the palm of your hand than on your parents, elders, brothers and sisters. "I am a teacher in a remote and poor county, which is the age of love seeds. Mother said: "you can't fall in love when you are studying, it's too far away, I can't bear to leave you there;" "There is too poor, I won't leave you there to suffer. So you can't do such fruitless things, lest you hurt yourself and others. People should face the reality calmly! " When I first joined the work, I was always in a daze and a little at a loss. My mother told me a meaningful story about the struggle of a girl my age, and then smiled and asked me, "Do you understand?" I have made a big mistake in recent years, and it is inevitable that people will doubt it. Mother said flatly, "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and every child has his own day. Let the children do their own thing! " My mother is not well these days. Yesterday, when I opened my mother's clothes, I saw a big bruise on my stomach. I thought it was acute appendicitis. How can there be injuries outside? "Mom, it must hurt, right?" Trembling to touch the blue, trembling to say. "Attack so badly, it's hard to say good, won't hurt immediately. Do you think mom is you? Being bitten by mosquitoes is also known to the whole family! " My mother frowned and took my hand away, laughing and making fun of me. In a flash, I looked at my mother's pale face and tears fell from her eyes. Mother picked up the paper towel, wiped away my tears and complained, "What a silly child. I've been so stupid since I was a child. I will cry when I am sick, and I will cry when I see others sick! " "Hold mother's hand tightly, just speechless, SOB.

Motherly love is speechless

In our ordinary life, there is a priceless treasure that has always accompanied us. It is like the spring water in Ding Dong, nourishing our hearts; It is like warm sunshine, which gives us the strength to move forward. It's maternal love!

Motherly love is speechless. I heard such a touching story: an old mother in a poor mountainous area came to visit her son who was serving her sentence after being run over by a carriage, a car and a train. Among the colorful food of the visitors, the old mother took out a white cloth bag and opened it. It is full of shiny melon seeds. When my son was holding this bag of melon seeds, his hands began to shake. He seemed to see that in the dark, there was silence all around, and the villagers had already fallen asleep. Only his old mother, with her thin body leaning against the bed, was licking melon seeds one by one in the dim light ... How many nights would it take for more than ten kilograms of melon seeds! When he looked up again, he saw his hair blown away by the wind, and big tears rolled down his weather-beaten face-tears of heartache and helplessness! The son plopped down on his knees in front of his mother and deeply repented. It is this silent maternal love that saved a sick and blind soul!

Friends, think about our childhood mother-she gets up the earliest and goes to bed the latest every day; Every meal, who prepares early, but rushes in; Who cares most about everything, but never cares! Just like eating and dressing, we have long been accustomed to our mother's work and care, and even to our mother's worries and worries! So that when the wrinkles appeared on my mother's face, I didn't notice when the two manes of white hair were added! Let alone say "thank you" to your mother affectionately! Mom gave us so much, so much! Motherly love is like a tree. Spring depends on her fantasy, summer depends on her prosperity, autumn depends on her maturity, and winter depends on her meditation. Although this love is ordinary, it breeds amazing greatness in the ordinary. Heavy maternal love, who can weigh its weight, and who can really repay it? Maternal love is silent, but it is boundless!

Finally, I want to remind you and say to you: "While you accept this heavy maternal love, let's write the most touching love song in the world with sincere heart!"

Article 4: I don't know how many times my mother's heart has died.

I looked at my mother expectantly, and my mother looked back at me. Vague tears, full of her life's pain and resentment, resentment and hatred. Mother was born a charming, gentle and naturally shy woman. And my father's rudeness may really be unbearable for my mother. The difference in temperament and the helplessness of life make their hearts far apart. Mother was silent again and again, as if her soul were dumb. Later, the man who almost proposed to his mother appeared. He can only give his mother a little care and comfort, but her mother is flattered. My father's impatient and rude character almost never believes my mother's explanation and tears except raising a strong fist. I don't know how many times my mother's heart died. Like my father, I hate my mother more and more, even to the bone marrow. I once quarreled with my mother. It was a night when my father was not at home. The man came, carrying a big bag of things. Mother handed him a towel to wipe the sweat. In a hurry, my mother took my towel. My fire jumped up and grabbed my towel. The towel was taken away, but my mother and the man stared at me with their mouths open. After a while, the man carefully opened his bag and took out some new shoes. Mother handed me the best pair inside. I took a sarcastic look at my mother and threw my shoes and bags out of the door without thinking. This move made my mother dumbfounded, and suddenly she couldn't bear to rush at me and slap me in the face. The force my mother used probably covered up her years of resentment and injustice, and blood flowed out of my mouth. As a result, my mother and I twisted together, scratching each other's faces and messing up each other's hair. Then, we let go of our hands and sat on the ground crying. However, the next thing made me feel guilty for my disrespect for my mother. It was a dusk in the third grade, and I saw my mother coming from a distance. After seeing me, she smiled timidly. I opened my mouth and asked, "What are you doing here?" The cold inquiry made my mother have a cold war, and then she smiled so timidly, so helpless, with a bitter smile. Only then did I find that my mother was covered in mud, her hair was unkempt and wrapped around her head, and there were several purple-black scars on her face. "Did Dad hit you again?" I threw out a word indifferently. Mother's tears rolled down like beads and finally choked up. "Break up with that person, or divorce. There are only two options. " I said resentfully. I looked at my mother expectantly, and my mother looked back at me. Vague tears, full of her life's pain and resentment, resentment and hatred. Mom said, "You don't understand, you don't understand." Unknown so's answer, I don't want to listen to my mother. "I'd better go." Mother said, but she didn't leave. "Where to?" I asked lightly. Mother looked at the dusk that was about to fall on the mountain, then moved her dry lips, licked them with her tongue and shook her head blankly. On second thought, my mother really has nowhere to go, and I can't keep her, so I have to say, "Then go home, you can't stay outside." Mother suddenly choked and squatted down. I saw my mother's waist is very thin, and her arched body is so thin, thin and helpless. At that moment, my heart suddenly ached for a while. No matter what my mother did wrong, as her daughter, I not only never helped her, but even gave her a little pity. Have I understood her pain? "Tell me what you want to say." I helped my mother up and told her in such a gentle voice for the first time. Mother looked at me and wanted to talk, but she just opened her mouth. After a while, I finally said, "I don't want to associate with him." I accept my fate! " "Then mother's thin shoulders shook violently, and the pain was unbearable. Mother finally stood up slowly, stretched out her thin arm, seemed to want to hug me, but put her hand down again. I took her by the sleeve and said, "Be good and don't be beaten all the time." My mother gave me a grateful look and was about to cry again. She didn't cry, but turned away. I stood there, watching my mother's back disappear at the corner of the campus. Finally, a dress of my mother was blown by the wind in my perspective and brushed in my heart at the same time. Until that moment, suddenly, I shed tears for my mother finally letting go of a true love that doesn't belong to our family.

Article 5: Letter to Mother

Dear Mom:

It's past nine o'clock in the evening. Are you sleeping? Are you still making a five-cent matchbox in the dim light? Or is it because I called you this afternoon and asked you to praise me happily in front of my father or neighbors?

Mom, I am teaching myself now. It's raining lightly and windy outside. It's almost winter, and it's getting colder every day. The weather in my hometown is much colder than that in my hometown. Mom, you should wear more clothes, especially at night. Although it is warmer at home than outdoors, I always remember that you always wear a thin old white cotton-padded jacket. In the dim light, you take matches one by one with frostbitten hands. You are a pile of hay in the light of my dream. There is a golden egg lying in the haystack. In my dream, I playfully picked up a slingshot and aimed at the egg. When I was about to send a slingshot, I saw the eggs and cried. This dream will occasionally appear in my dream now, and then I understand that that egg is your heart, the heart of an ordinary and great mother! Since childhood, I have made your heart ache many times, and even broke your heart into pieces. Mom, I am your disobedient child.

There are seven or eight fluorescent lamps in the study room, which makes the classroom look like daytime. I think if you make a matchbox in such bright light, you will do it neatly and happily, especially your eyes will not get worse. When I came home during the summer vacation, you sewed a button that I accidentally dropped on my clothes. You picked up the sewing thread and needle, but it took more than half an hour to thread the thread through the pinhole. You are angry and anxious, your eyes are red and your tears are coming out. I felt very uncomfortable when I saw it. I said, "Mom, let me do it." At first, you just wouldn't give it to me. You tried several times, but you still didn't put the thread on. Reluctantly, you handed the needle and thread to me and said, "Look, Mom, this eye is not working. You are old, and your mother is old. " Then you pick up a small bench and go to the back room to make a matchbox. Oh, mom, actually the window I opened for you is like a pinhole. How many times have you walked into me with your heart, but you have been sad and disappointed again and again.

Yes, mom, your eyesight is very poor. I understand that this is all caused by making matchboxes for a long time under a 60-watt electric light. But how can life, family and I not let you give your mind and body? I remember when I was in college, in order to earn more money, you bought me nutrition. For more than half a month, you made matchboxes until two in the morning. My father and I both suggest that you go to bed early. You always smile and say, "Nothing, you go to sleep. I'll go to sleep soon." Later, I received a college admission notice, and your gallstones recurred. In the hospital bed, I saw that your eyes were bloodshot, the wrinkles on your face were deeper, and there were a few white hairs in your messy hair. I couldn't help crying when I walked out of the ward.

Mom, don't stay up late to make matchboxes. You should take care of yourself. I will study hard and take good care of myself during college. Tell dad not to give me this month's living expenses. Last month's living expenses have not been used up. I will graduate in another year, and you won't be so tired then. I will give you a pair of beautiful glasses as my first salary and install bright fluorescent lights in your room.

Mom, have you finished harvesting the rice at home? Can the piglets you feed come out of the trough? Did that flower hen lay too many eggs?

Mom, my stomach trouble is much better. Don't worry too much. Listen to you, I drink a bowl of porridge with 30 cents every morning, and my stomach pain is really much better.

The study room is closing. Let's stop here and say hello to dad for me. Mom, after making matchboxes for so many years, I want to be your match, illuminate you and warm you!

Wish: good health and all the best!

Your son: Qingqing.

Article 6: Swing

There was nothing to play when I was a child. My mother wouldn't let me swim in the river, and I didn't dare, because once I went secretly, I filled my stomach with water. Mom won't let anyone pick wild fruits in the ditch, and I dare not, because once I fall, there is still a "souvenir" on my head. In this way, I can't do many interesting things. But I am still a "urchin" after all, so my mother asked my father to put a swing on two trees in the yard.

My father goes to work, my brother goes to school and my mother plays with me. So the swing became the cradle. I am in the "cradle", and my mother is pulling the rope of the swing, from dawn to darkness, and from darkness to dawn. I get a lot of happiness and my mother gets a lot of comfort.

Once, I took money from home, and my father was very angry, just as my mother was not at home. My dad gave me a good beating, probably because he was not convinced, and then tied me to the swing. I cried my eyes out until my tears ran out. Mom came back and entered the gate. She was surprised and ran over. "What's the matter? What's wrong? "

"You ask!" Father is shouting in the room.

Without my father, my mother wouldn't dare to untie me. As soon as I saw my mother, I felt endless grievances and burst into tears.

"Still crying! Shameless! " Father rushed out of the room and stared at me like a fire. Then he turned and went back to the house.

"What's the matter? Fly! What's wrong? " My mother looked at me. I dare not look at my mother. I just sat on the swing and cried.

My mother pulled the rope in one hand and shook it gently, which made me stop crying slowly.

"Why did your father hit you?" Mom asked again.

"I took fifty cents, just ... just fifty cents!" I screamed.

Mother's hand seemed to stop for a while, and then continued to tremble.

"Does it hurt when your dad hits you?"

"It hurts!"

"It's good to know the pain!"

"Why did your father hit you?" Mom, the same question.

"I took the money! But I only took fifty cents! " I don't believe it.

"Is the money yours? Your father deserves it! You took money without your father's permission. What is this called? " Mother's tone is very unhappy.

I don't understand what my mother is saying.

"Steal!" Mom's tone is so heavy. "Don't say it's fifty cents, even a penny, it's stealing!" "

It's the first time I've heard someone use this word to describe me.

"Your father beat you because he was afraid you would go bad!"

"Isn't it fifty cents?" I am still unconvinced.

"Take a needle when you are young and steal gold when you grow up. Regardless of you today, you will be more and more bold, just like the bad guys on TV, you will go to jail! " Mom was in a hurry and kept rocking the swing.

Since then, I haven't made any mistakes in this respect. I know my mother is afraid that I won't listen to her.

Later, I went to school, but somehow, my health has been very poor, small and thin, as if the wind would fall down. Doctors lack exercise. Neither did my father: "Take your time! It's urgent Mother said nothing. I only remember that every weekend or holiday, my mother would say that there was a big swing somewhere and take me to swing. I'm so tired that I sweat every time. The swing is very big, my mother takes me, so I can only hold on to the rope without swinging. Now that I think about it, my mother must have been very tired, but I don't understand her good intentions. In my memory, there are many such days, intermittent for several years! My body is really getting better little by little. I always thought it was my own credit. How can I think of everything my mother has done for it! Now sometimes my mother's arm hurts, and I don't know if it was the root cause at that time. My heart really … well, maybe there are really no words to describe it in this world.

Later, I was admitted to a key junior high school, far from home. My mother wants me to go to a nearby middle school, but my father is dead set against it. One thinks deeply, and the other wants to succeed. Every time I go home, my mother asks questions from east to west and from south to north. It feels like my mother took me on a swing. I am in grade three, and I am under great pressure to go to school. Every day when I go home, my mother will pick me up, pick me up in the dark and send me here in the early morning. In this way, I successfully entered the key high school. I don't know what would happen to me if my mother didn't "take" me away, and I dare not imagine what it would be like. High school is farther from home. Mother can't come, she can only wait for me under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village on Sunday at the end of each month. When I arrive, my mother will take out the steamed bread, eggs or fruit from her pocket, and then help me take down my schoolbag and carry it by myself. That time it snowed heavily and far away. I saw a figure in the flying snow, and I smelled a fragrance in the air. It was a cake that my mother had just baked. There is a big swing just under that big locust tree. My mother took me to swing for three years, and as a result, I was farther away from my mother.

Three happy events happened in the family that year. My brother got married, I was admitted to a key university, and my sister-in-law gave birth to a fat boy. These things can't be put together casually in the countryside. At that time, my mother should be the happiest person in the world except my father. The only regret is that I flew farther and farther.

Now I am studying in a different place, and I only go home once every six months. How many dark nights, I will think of my mother, and my mother must be thinking of me. Someone once said: parents miss their children like running water, and children miss their parents like the wind blowing leaves. When the wind blows, it moves; if it doesn't blow, it doesn't move. It's hard to imagine what my mother thinks. Every once in a while, my mother will call me, ask questions about this and that, talk about things at home, and tell me to take good care of myself, get along with my classmates and study hard. I know, in my mother's place, even when I grow up, I am just a child. Motherly love never seems childish. I finally look forward to the day when I go home. My mother tidied up my house at home, then took out my life skills to cook a delicious meal and watched at the gate. When I got home, I talked with my mother until late at night, talking about my study, my school life and my mother's work. It's very cold. My mother and I are sitting under the covers and chatting while watching TV. She sometimes tells me troubles, speaks her mind, takes my advice, peels apples for me and refuses to sleep. Until the father said, "The child is tired, let him sleep!" " "Mom is willing to leave.

Every mother's life is hard, but her mother should be happy. Other mothers are children who are disobedient, children don't care, children don't live up to expectations, and children don't communicate, but my mother rarely has this kind of distress. I am her son and friend. I can make a decision for her, try to understand her difficulties, comfort her and encourage her. I know that my mother used to take me on the swing, and now I need to take my mother on the big swing of life.

Mom called again and asked if she had eaten, which means that it will snow in March next year. Don't catch cold, ask if she has a girlfriend, ask how much money is left, and ask if the study pressure is great. No matter what the answer is, her mother is very happy and satisfied on the phone. I can hear that smile. I obviously feel: I am still on the swing, and my mother is pulling the rope on the swing and shaking it! My heart will get happiness forever engraved in my heart!

Postscript: The height of the swing is inseparable from every effort. Any slack or interruption will reduce the height of the swing, so although the swing is simple, it should be meticulous. The height reached last time is inseparable from the last time, and the interlocking "dependence" makes the swing swing higher and higher.