The composition "My Mother" is urgent!

I stood in front of the autumn corridor window and saw a few young sweet-scented osmanthus trees blooming with fine golden petals, floating in the gentle breeze, with bursts of faint fragrance. The fragrance is rippling and refreshing. I couldn't help but stare into the distance for a long time, and my thoughts merged into the place where I was born. I am nostalgic for my mother who has lit lamps for me countless times. Her bright eyes are full of tears, and her extraordinary mind is full of nostalgia.

Mother! Your son misses you deeply and misses the lamp you lit! Today in the small night, I feel so soft, bright and soothing and quiet.

In the world, mother's love is like Buddha; she is your ship for traveling far away, the port where you berth, the tree that blocks the wind, and the source of life. No matter how humble and abandoned you are, or even if you have committed a heinous crime, the one who can truly forgive and tolerate you is your mother. She is the only one who will never abandon you and bring you joy when you are frustrated, sad, helpless or even desperate. Yours is always light and hope.

Whenever I encounter difficulties, illness, or joys and sorrows that I cannot express, I will think of my mother, who is as ordinary and ordinary as millions of mothers, and of the lamps my mother lit for me! This light blended into my life like an inadvertent prophecy and evolved into the tree of life I hoped for!

I was born not long after the three-year natural disaster ended and the bloody Cultural Revolution began. The entire country was lacking material resources and the people were living in extreme poverty. It was an era full of melancholy and restlessness. Fortunately, there were no restrictions on family planning at that time. My mother was great and had endured all the hardships of life. When the sun rose on the sixth day of the tenth lunar month in 1964, seventeen months after she was separated from the third child, my mother gave birth to her son. I was expelled from her body and gave birth to my little heelworm. I don’t know how my mother spent it. According to the current situation of one child per family, it seems unthinkable.

After I came to the world crying, my mother used her love and wholehearted care to accompany me as I grew up, allowing me to understand the wonderful world outside and taste the beauty of the world. Sweet and sour, it also made me gradually understand and understand the love and hard work of a mother who loves to nag and quarrel with her father, but lives a frugal life, is good at running a house, and never lets her children suffer or suffer.

What I will miss most forever is the days from when I can remember things to the day I graduate from middle school; whenever I have a cold or a high fever, whenever I am hungry or thirsty, whenever I dream in the night When I cried, and when I used to defecate every night, my mother would always get up and light a lamp for me. At first she lit a kerosene lamp, and later it was an electric lamp with a pull-string, and she repeated this almost every day. The lamps my mother lit for me, which I am accustomed to, have been deeply imprinted in my mind. Even now, I often shout "Mother, light the lamps!" in my sleep.

In addition to lighting lamps for me, my mother also lights lamps for me. I lit the lamp myself, and the lamp I lit seemed to be very soft and bright; under the shadow of the lamp countless times! I saw my mother covering me late at night and cooking breakfast for me when I went to school before dawn; I saw my mother weaving, making clothes, and sewing schoolbags for my children to go to school; in the hot summer, my mother was always beside me with a cattail fan under the lamp. We fanned ourselves and swatted away mosquitoes. The most profound impact was that on the hottest day in summer one year, my mother was sweating in the farmland, spraying pesticides, and the splashed liquid soaked through her clothes. She was so tired that she forgot to wash her hands. As a result, she fainted from pesticide poisoning and suffered a violent seizure while eating. I felt nauseous, but late that night, she lit a lamp for me as usual to drive away mosquitoes;

How many times did she light a lamp in an ordinary and ordinary way to bid farewell to the ordinary days, how many times was better than every moment of her life. With her love and care, I have connected the bright lamp with my mother. No matter how dark the night is, as long as my mother is by my side, everything in front of me will be very bright. My mother has become the beacon of light in my heart!

The lamp was repeatedly lit between the mother's fingers, and the mother also gave up one peaceful night after another while lighting the lamp. Each of the children also grew up under their mother's lighting.

Mother! You should be able to enjoy some happiness! However, God is unfair and the disease pushes you to the brink of death.

Normally, my mother would never go to the hospital if she had a minor illness. This time, you took it for granted and did not go to the hospital for examination and treatment. As a result, it was already late. In the last days in the hospital bed, you struggled hard like a knife. The severe pain tortures you until you are as thin as a stick. You are uneducated and don’t know what kind of disease you have when you say goodbye. You are walking towards the distant heaven in such misery...

Mother! Mother! I have not done my best to show my filial piety towards you. I feel so responsible. I hate that I only take care of my family and do not go home often to take care of your body. Whenever I think of the heart-wrenching pain you felt when you left, I feel so sad. What a pity!

Mother! I think you will forgive me, because you, like millions of mothers, are the kindest Buddha in the world, and the love you give is the most original and greatest...

Mother! Did you know? The little clay baby has turned into a talented man who understands the world. Whenever the flowers bloom, he will serve you some delicious food and let you rest happily in heaven!

The gentle fragrance of osmanthus floats into the night dream, and the soft lights are still flashing in front of my eyes, mother! Although you can no longer light the bright lamp for me personally, you have lit a lamp in my heart that will never be extinguished, and it becomes clearer day by day, illuminating every step I take day after day...

The early morning sun reflects red on the wings of flying birds. Its eyes are so warm! How like my mother. Thinking of my mother, the bustling world under the sun began to rain continuously.

Unknowingly, I came to the flower shop, and my eyes suddenly lit up. The mother in my memory seemed to be related to these bright flowers. The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Sir, today is Mother's Day, buy a bouquet of flowers." My heart trembled, ah, today is Mother's Day, but I never thought of it. Only then did I remember that my mother really liked flowers, all kinds of flowers. I emptied my pockets and bought a bunch of the same flowers. I held the flower tightly in my arms and lowered my head to see its smiling expression.

I smell the warm breath of spring, like the breath of childhood. The charming and fragrant childhood is like this flower, but without the mother, the flowers of childhood will wither and haggard. Mother is the crystal dewdrops on the flowers; the invisible roots deep in the night.

People were coming and going on the street, including mothers holding babies and smiling; mothers using crutches to send their sons off to the world. But I was holding the flowers, not knowing where to go. All the mothers in the world are so touching in my heart at this moment! My tears flowed out because I really didn’t know where to look for my mother.

The last time I went to visit my mother, my sister called me and urged me to go. She said that my mother had barely eaten for five days. I was so shocked at the time that I hurried home the next day, dragging my son, who had not finished the school-ending ceremony, with me. I never expected that my mother was still sitting on the chair looking at me with a smile on her face. After finishing the meal, I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I breathed a long sigh of relief.

On the third day, February 3, 2002, I boarded the train from Wuchang to Shenzhen. At about 5 pm on February 10, 2002, I received a call from my sister, saying that my mother had liver cancer and that I should rush back to see my mother one last time. I was holding the phone in a daze. In all these years, I have never heard my mother snort! I couldn’t believe it!

I suddenly remembered that when my mother was young, she vomited blood into the basin. scene, I was so frightened that I almost cried. She calmly used a piece of paper to carefully wipe away the blood on her lips, put her hand gently on my head, stroked my hair, and then used five fingers to He pressed his head heavily on mine: "Remember, don't tell your dad." After a while, my mother seemed to have remembered something, jumped out of the bed, and then went out the door like a gust of wind. When my mother came back, she held a bunch of flowers picked from the mountains and placed them on the bedside and in the dark room. She gently touched the petals, smelled the fragrance, and murmured to the flowers. Talking. At that time, I actually thought that my mother was like this flower, like this spring, coming and going every year.

On the night of February 11th, sitting on the train, the lights of a far away foreign land seemed like petals blooming from my mother’s heart, blooming on the neck of the night, blooming on the journey of my lonely life. superior. At 7 o'clock in the morning, when I rushed into the door, my mother had stopped breathing. Kneeling in front of my mother, I burst into tears.

The eldest sister told me with a trembling and sobbing voice that her mother did not even say a word of pain before she was about to die. What surprised everyone even more was that my mother got up, took a shower, and put on clean clothes without saying a word. Her eyes were almost blind due to the malignant transformation of her liver. When she went to the bathroom, she did not ask her children. She got up quietly and groped her way to the bathroom while holding on to the wall. When my mother was dying, she vomited blood and vomited violently, but she insisted on holding up her upper body, pointing her mouth to the basin on the ground, and vomited one after another. The sheets were not stained, and the ground was not stained. The mother washed countless pieces of clothes for her children throughout her life. The pile was as high as a mountain, but she left this world so cleanly.

The night was completely dark, and everything was quiet. The raindrops dripped on the cold cement floor, cold and loud. The light of candles struggled in the stormy night. Its body slowly shortened, and the light like teardrops fell silently, dripping next to the mother's body, and finally condensed into bright red petals, blooming in front of the mother's soul. My mother loved flowers, but I forgot to put a flower in front of her soul.

As I recalled these fragments, my clothes were wet with tears. My mother loves flowers, but I never bought her a bouquet of flowers, even when she was dying. Today is Mother's Day, and the mother I remember is already lying in the cold soil. My mother never had a holiday. Only the scene of her lying in front of the basin and washing clothes for many years flashed in my mind. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the sun was shining, and there was an endless flow of people on the street. I held the flowers, eager to give them to my mother, but my mother could never smell the fragrance of the flowers in my hands.

I walked towards a mountain. On my mother’s grave, there were overgrown weeds. The cold wind blew through the grass, and the grass sounded like water. Ah, mother. When you were alive, I didn't buy you a bouquet of flowers or celebrate your birthday. Today, in front of your grave, I remembered this. I inserted the flowers on my mother's grave one by one. The flowers fluttered in the wind, and the fragrance filled the air, as if my mother had come from the alley far away from my childhood. The colorful flowers seem to have just been picked from the garden of childhood, from the garden of mother, with the clarity of moist dewdrops.

The woods were rustling, and a bird chirped and rowed towards the deep sky and towards a sun. Why should I resurrect a vivid childhood and my poor mother in front of my mother's grave? Looking at the river that never stops day and night, I suddenly realized: It is a mother river that will never dry up! In an instant, my soul Immersed in the rolling waves of the river.

My mother, who has worked hard all her life, has left us for almost ten years. She will always be in our hearts as children.

My mother is an old man who came from the old society. Kindness, simplicity, frugality, and being tolerant of others are her virtues throughout her life. When my mother was nineteen, she got married to her father, and from then on she entered a big family with four generations living under one roof. When I was a child, I heard my mother say that not long after she got married, my grandmother said that my mother had four mothers-in-law. These four mothers-in-law are respectively my grandmother and great-grandmother, my father’s aunt and cousin-in-law. My grandmother is a kind and honest old man. She treats my mother well. The remaining "mother-in-laws" are not very friendly, especially my father's cousin, who is lazy and mean.

My mother is a woman with small feet, and her nickname of "Three-Inch Golden Lotus" is worthy of her name. I remember when I was young, whenever I saw my mother's shoes lying there, we, my siblings, would scramble to tighten our toes and put on my mother's shoes, and then tiptoe up and down the ground for a few steps. But if my mother saw us, she would always try her best to stop us. When I grew up, I understood my mother’s good intentions: it was said that children wearing pointy-toed shoes were “narrow in front” (narrow in the front). My mother hoped that her children would all have money to spend when they grow up. Live a good life, no longer like their older generation, who live a tight life all year round.

My mother, who has a three-inch golden lotus, has to do everything from fetching water, cooking, and needlework in this big family. She gets up very early every morning to grind and bake pancakes. At night, after the family has finished eating, she has to brush chopsticks and wash dishes. By the time everything was done, it was already very late and we had to be busy preparing meals for the next day. Almost all meals for the family are taken care of by the mother. As the eldest sister-in-law, my uncle's sister-in-law should have led my sister-in-law to do the housework, but she used the excuse that the child was young to sit back and watch the work at home, and told my mother to do everything. Although my mother is busy with housework all day long, if she makes the slightest mistake, she will be reported to the mothers-in-law by her cousin, so she is always on tenterhooks all day long. At that time, there was no clock at home, and my mother was afraid that getting up late would delay her grinding, so she slept with her clothes on at night. She had to get up several times a night to go to the yard to watch the stars. She learned from the old man that he could tell the time by looking at the direction of the stars. When grinding the mill, sometimes I was so sleepy that I couldn't hold on any longer, so I fell asleep standing next to the mill without even realizing it. The donkey pulled the empty stone mill, and the sparks flew out from between the two stones. The mother woke up with a start, her heart was pounding, fearing that her mothers-in-law might hear her.

When my mother was young, her body was thin and her feet were small. It was hard enough to have a pair of wooden buckets filled with water on her shoulders, but the uncle and sister-in-law were still making sarcastic remarks: Look This willow has a slim waist, and it doesn't look good when it is picked up by water. My mother wiped the sweat from her face. She felt so wronged, but she couldn't say it out loud. This kind of life lasted for many years, and then everyone was divided into small families, and my mother relaxed with relief.

My mother is a thrifty and thrifty person. Food was not rich when I was a child, but in times of disaster, food became even more valuable. Whenever new food comes, my mother always plans the food, mixes vegetables and grains, and mixes the thickness and thickness. The rations are eaten evenly throughout the year. When the wheat matures, the production team has to distribute it according to the head. Because the grain output is low at that time, the family cannot get much. My mother was very careful with her budget. Except for eating dumplings and using fine grains for social events, she was generally reluctant to use them. She always tried her best to leave some of them for making dumplings and making noodles during the Spring Festival. When the cotton was divided in autumn, my mother picked it, rolled it into flowers, spun it into thread on a spinning wheel, had it woven into cloth, dyed it or printed it with flowers, made clothes for our siblings, and bought bedding for the family. Although it is homespun cloth, because the threads spun by my mother are thin and even, the cloth weaved is extremely fine. When we wear the clothes we make, the children next door are very envious. I remember that at that time, every winter, my mother would light a kerosene lamp at night and spin yarn every day. Sometimes when we wake up and open our eyes dimly, we see our mother still shaking the spinning wheel. What she has done for our family and our siblings is a lifetime of hard work and hard work.

My mother never wastes a grain of food. She often warns us, "A grain of rice cannot make flour, and a drop of water cannot make a river." Even if she saw a grain of food falling on the ground, she would pick it up. Even the face wash she used every day, she would always use it sparingly. Because she knows deeply that nothing comes easy. But if a neighbor is in trouble, she will do her best to help without hesitation. When life was difficult in the early 1960s, when she saw the children next door crying from hunger, she would rather go hungry herself than give the food at home to the children next door. She also often uses the food she saves to help others. Dongyuan'er's grandmother ran out of rice to cook. Even if there were only two bowls of rice at home, her mother would give her half of it. The aunt on the front street ran out of pickles, so she asked us to send home-pickled pickles. Our clothes and shoes were too small for us, so my mother washed them and gave them to the children in the neighborhood to wear.

My mother’s hands are very skillful and she is good at needlework. He can sew clothes, make shoes, embroider, and paper-cut everything. At that time, needlework had to be done by hand. The clothes made by my mother had fine stitches and fashionable looks. When the clothes were made, many people would try to imitate them. The shoes made by my mother are durable and durable, and the flowers embroidered by my mother are fastened tightly and lively and beautiful.

I still remember the hat my mother sewed for me when I was a child. There was a big lotus flower sewn on the hat. The lotus flower was cut out of pink silk cloth and pasted on. On the edge and top of the lotus petals, my mother used red silk thread to embroider it perfectly. The petals are equally beautiful, and green lotus leaves are exposed around the lotus. There are two beautiful streamers on the back of the hat, and a small jingling bell hanging on the left and right sides, which is very beautiful. The "tiger hat" I sewed for my brother, the tiger's nose, eyebrows, and ears are both cartoonish and lifelike. We put on our hats and went to play in the street, and a group of girls and wives gathered around us. They pointed and marveled. I remember that several boys and girls hurriedly ran home and called out to their mothers to watch, so that their mothers could also make one for themselves. When a girl from a certain family gets married or a son from a certain family marries a wife, the mother will be asked to cut the wedding words and window grilles. It is natural to say that my mother is clever and clever.

My mother also made good clothes. The aunts, aunts, and girls in the neighborhood often bring various kinds of cloth and ask my mother to cut clothes. Mother never refuses, carefully measures the size, and cuts them carefully. When there was no one in the family to sew clothes, my mother helped to make the clothes stitch by stitch and let us send them over.

Speaking of tailoring, there is another joke. I have a distant second aunt who is very down-to-earth but clumsy with her hands. After my mother cut the clothes for her, she taught her how to do it. She sewed at home for several days, but she couldn't sew anymore, so she came to my mother with the clothes and complained that my mother had cut the clothes into pieces. My mother took the clothes, took a look at them, and laughed so hard that she was speechless for a long time. Then she finally suppressed her laughter and said, "You are such a clumsy wife, why did you sew the trouser legs to the crotch?" In the end, it was her mother who helped her sew the clothes. A distant uncle has lost his mother since he was a child. As long as my mother has free time, she will help make a pair of shoes or clothes. Sometimes she will help bake pancakes or send some cooked meals to us. To this day, whenever this uncle talks about my mother, his heart is full of gratitude.

My mother was kind-hearted and helpful throughout her life. Neighbors are always willing to ask my mother for help if they have anything to do, and my mother always feels it is her duty to help them and is happy to help them. In the rural areas of the 1950s and 1960s, there was a shortage of doctors and medicines. Through long-term exploration, my mother learned some local methods of treating common ailments through moxibustion and massage, and she could also treat dislocations in children. All year round, cold winter and hot summer, no matter it is daytime or late at night, as long as a patient comes, my mother will treat them seriously. When she sees a crying child jumping away after being dislocated, and when she sees an adult suffering from illness with a smile on his face, the mother will feel sincerely happy. Things like the above seemed like trivial matters to my mother, but it was these trivial things that lasted throughout her life.

That year, my mother was already over eighty years old. My brother sent a telegram from home saying that my mother was seriously ill and asked me to go home to visit. When I hurried home, my mother's condition had improved greatly. I saw that the room at home was filled with all kinds of supplements and snacks sent by the folks. Although these supplements and snacks are all local products and not expensive items, they represent the hearts of the villagers. My mother once said: "The spring breeze and the autumn rain will follow." She said this when she was telling us a story, saying that good people will be rewarded. Although my mother never allowed others to thank or repay her for doing things, everyone remembered her kindness to the villagers. How could they not be grateful to their mother.

My hometown is in the Yimeng Old District. During the Anti-Japanese War and the War of Liberation, the "fish" and "water" feelings between the soldiers and the people in the old district were deeply moved by my mother every time she talked about it. My mother once spared my sister and used her own milk to feed the descendants of the soldiers who fought in the north and south. She actively participated in the "Women's Rescue Association" and "Literacy Class", and used her hands, both white and black, to make military shoes and bake pancakes for the People's Liberation Army to provide supplies. The military shoes made by my mother have strong foundations and fine uppers. Every time I hand over the military shoes, they receive praise and praise from the leaders.

She often told her sisters that the soldiers fought for the liberation of our people. They marched hundreds of miles a day. What if their shoes were not strong and broke during the emergency march? Only by making our military shoes good and strong can we be worthy of them. Our own conscience. Therefore, my mother works hard and carefully on every pair of military shoes to complete the task with high quality and quantity.

My mother suffered a lot in her life. The fatigue of working in a big family, the hard work of a small family, and even during the "confinement period", I never had a good rest. The year I was born, my father joined the stretcher team to support the "Battle of Huaihai". On the night of mid-November of the lunar calendar, my mother gave birth to me on the ground in front of the bed, shivering with cold. After cleaning up, she woke up my eldest sister and wanted her to go to the kitchen to get some firewood to keep warm. The eldest sister who was woken up by shouting was so frightened that she burst into tears when she heard my cry. It didn't matter that she cried. The second sister and the third sister who were awakened by her cry also started crying together. The mother had no choice but to give up and crawl into bed and lie down. I don’t know how my mother spent that night. The next day I got up, baked pancakes, brought supplies to the district office, and did needlework. She also said that during that confinement period, she ate nine eggs a day. The aunt on the front street brought two, the aunt on the back street brought one, the grandma in the neighboring yard gave one... At that time, every family was poor. Some neighbors would have one, or two more, and they would scrape together a dozen or nine eggs. That was everyone's wish. I have heard my mother say this many times. I know that my mother is grateful to the folks in this way. Every time I listen to it, I feel very sad. Nowadays, when young people have children, they don’t care about eggs. They only choose nutritious things to eat. But there was no such condition in my mother's time. People of their generation had suffered enough.

When my mother gave birth to my brother, it was the spring of 1954. At that time, there was famine almost every year. April on the lunar calendar is the season when food is in short supply. There is no food in the house, and the pot cannot be opened for several days. The little brother is in desperate need of feeding, and the mother cannot even eat, so where is the milk coming from? My father went to the market and bought a handful of green onions. My mother picked some green onion leaves and ate them one by one. My father could only cry. I heard from my mother that every time I was in confinement, not to mention taking good care of myself, I had no time to rest even if I wanted to. In addition to doing housework, I also sold shoes in my free time to exchange for some oil and salt money to supplement the family income. Therefore, my mother fell ill. As long as I can remember, my mother has been suffering from illness. She was either in pain here or uncomfortable there all day long. It was due to the physical injuries caused by hard work, fatigue when she was young, and during confinement. My youngest sister always gives her mother a squeeze on her neck and shoulders before going to sleep every night. This is the work that my younger sister has to do every day, until she gets married and goes out of town.

The mother gave birth to nine children in one day. Because there were no medical conditions at the time, three of them died. Among the three children who died in infancy, two of them were already five or six years old. Whenever they were mentioned, the mother's heart seemed particularly heavy. The child is the flesh that fell off the mother's body, how can she not be worried about it.

Among my mother’s six children, only the sixth, our little brother is a boy. The forty-five-year-old mother gave birth to an old son, who was said to be the most distressed and pampered to her. But the mother didn't think so. She cared for and treated her as she did her five daughters. Therefore, under the guidance of my mother, my younger brother has been very sensible since he was a child and knows how to care for his parents. Now, my younger brother is fifty-four years old, and he is still the most filial one among us siblings.

I remember when I was a child, the twelfth lunar month was my mother’s busiest day of the year. Especially after the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, my mother was even more busy. There was no mechanization at that time, so all grains had to be ground on stone mills and pressed with rollers. My mother had to lead us in grinding flour and pressing rice cake powder. She had to steam rice cakes, hair cakes, thick rolls, make tofu, and grow mung bean sprouts and soybean sprouts by hand. She was busy all day long. Although my mother is very tired, she is very busy and happy, and we are also very happy. My favorite dish at that time was "soybean sprouts stewed with tofu" cooked by my father. The bean sprouts were born by my mother, and the tofu was made by my mother. They are all natural foods. The cooked dishes taste great, and I will never forget them every time I think about them.

My mother also often teaches us: be honest and do things in a real way. Although my mother cannot read many words, how to behave and what kind of person to be are deeply ingrained in her heart, which is of great benefit to our children. We grew up listening to our mother's words to "be honest children". Her words left a deep imprint on our young minds and became our motto when we grew up. Now and in the future, it is the driving force that inspires us to move forward. We will also use these simple words from our mother to educate and encourage our children: let them work down-to-earth and be honest and useful to society.

When she was ninety years old, her mother completed her ordinary life with steady steps. My mother is gone, but her virtues of hard work, willingness to help others, and kindness to others will always be engraved in our hearts——

Mother, my mother who has endured hardship, suffered, and worked hard all her life, your children I will miss you forever.