Looking for a touching story about mother’s love (high score)

When the rescuers found her, she was already dead. She was crushed to death by the collapsed house. Her death posture could be seen through the gaps in the pile of rubble, with her knees on her knees. , the whole upper body is prostrate forward, with both hands on the ground to support the body, somewhat like the ancients kneeling in worship, but the body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit weird. The rescuers reached in through the gap in the ruins and confirmed that she was dead. They shouted several times into the ruins and knocked on the bricks with a crowbar, but there was no response from inside. When the crowd reached the next building, the rescue team leader suddenly ran back, shouting "come here quickly" as he ran. He came to her body again, struggled to put his hand under the woman's body and groped around. He groped a few times and shouted loudly, "There is a child, and he is still alive."

After a lot of efforts, people carefully cleared away the ruins that were blocking her. Under her body lay her children, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers. There were about 3 or 3 children. At 4 months old, he was uninjured because his mother's body protected him. When he was taken out, he was still sleeping peacefully. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm. The accompanying doctor came over to untie the quilt and prepare to do some examinations. He found a mobile phone stuffed under the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the phone and found a text message that had been written on the screen: "Dear baby, if you can live, You must remember that I love you." The doctor, who was used to seeing separations between life and death, shed tears at this moment. As the message was passed on through his mobile phone, everyone who saw the message shed tears.

There are as many kinds of love as there are types of people in the world.

Different people love differently and express love in different ways. Some people dare to love and hate, put love on their faces, love vigorously and surgingly, and when the love goes away, the world will fall apart, and life and death will come back to life; some people play with love, put love on their lips, and fall in love with eternal loyalty, all kinds of tenderness, and love. They leave without a trace and become like strangers; some people love ambiguously and keep their love in their hearts; when they love, they love shyly and vaguely; when they leave, they love covertly and swaying from side to side; and some people love like never before. Deep, hide love deep in your heart, your face will not change when you love deeply, and your heart won't beat fast when you love deeply.

But no matter what kind of love it is and what kind of love method it is, there will always be times when it needs to be expressed. We often have experiences similar to this:

It will be the birthdays of our father and mother in a few days. We think of our parents’ hard work over the years, and the idea of ??sending flowers or making a phone call arises in our hearts, but When the birthday actually comes, we forget the thought we had had. When we think of it, the birthday has already passed, so we have to slap our foreheads and make sure to make up for it next year.

Tomorrow is the wedding anniversary. We thought about the years of mutual understanding between husband and wife, and the urge to buy some gifts for the husband and wife came into our hearts. However, after a busy day, we forgot yesterday. When I think about it, it’s already the time when the wife has served a table full of dishes to celebrate the anniversary, and the husband has brought out gifts and said he loves you. At that time, we could only respond with a silly smile and express our shame in our hearts, and we will remember it next time.

"June 1st" is coming soon. Parents must buy some decent gifts to add some fun to their children's childhood. That's what we thought, but a trip to a distant place just before we arrived shattered all our plans. When we remember this promise to ourselves, it is already after June 1st. At that time, we had to say in our hearts, son and daughter, I'm sorry, I will definitely make up for it next year.

A good friend had a car accident. When we found out, we felt very anxious and wished we could go to the hospital to visit him immediately to give him some friendship and warmth. But it just so happened that I couldn't let go of the work I was doing, so I kept putting it off until my friend recovered from his injury and was discharged from the hospital. We can only listen to his lukewarm response on the phone, and tell ourselves in our hearts that the next time a friend has something to do, we must rush ahead and remember it next time.

We were very happy to learn that our friend had obtained a visa and was about to go abroad. We immediately picked up the phone to express our congratulations. Unfortunately the phone line was busy, so I thought maybe this would attract more people to congratulate me.

You were originally wandering around. I have taken you in for two years. What else do you want? Just leave after eating, you hear me? "After saying that, grandma took out a hoe from behind the door and knocked it hard on the ground like Mrs. Yu's dragon-headed stick, making a "dong" sound. My mother was startled and looked at her mother-in-law timidly, then slowly Slowly lowering her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her, tears fell on the white rice. Under the close gaze, my mother suddenly made a very strange move. She gave half of the rice in the bowl to another empty bowl, and then She looked at grandma pitifully.

Grandma was stunned. It turned out that my mother only wanted to eat half a bowl of rice for each meal, and she just asked her not to drive her away. , Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also an act. Grandma turned her head away, held back her tears, then straightened her face and said, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, and leave quickly. You will starve to death in my house. "My mother seemed desperate. She didn't even eat the half bowl of rice. She staggered out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time. Grandma said with a hard heart: "Go, go, don't look back. There are many wealthy people in the world! "My mother came closer instead and stretched out her hands to my mother-in-law's arms. It turned out that my mother wanted to hug me.

Grandma felt melancholy for a moment, but still handed the infant me to my mother. This was my first time. She held me in her arms and smiled brightly. Grandma held her hands under me as if she were facing a powerful enemy, fearing that my mother would get mad and throw me away like trash. In less than three minutes, grandma couldn't wait to snatch me away, then turned around and went into the house and closed the door.

When I realized what was going on, I realized that there was no one else but me. My friends all have mothers. I asked my father and my grandmother for it, and they said, "Your mother is dead." But my friends told me: "Your mother was a madman and was driven away by your grandmother." "I started quarreling with my grandma, asking her to give her back to my mother, calling her "Grandma Wolf", and even spilled the food she served me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy", I just knew that I missed her very much. She, what does she look like? Is she still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother who had been away from home for five years actually came back.

That day, several friends came flying in. Report: "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, your crazy mother is back. "I was so happy that I ran out, and my father and grandma chased me out. This was the first time I saw my mother since I had memories. She was still in rags, and her hair was a little yellow. God knows, she spent the night in that haystack. My mother didn’t dare to enter the house, but she sat on the stone roller in the rice field in front of the village, facing my house, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched for her son among us. She finally stared at me and called me with her mouth open: "Little tree... ball..." Ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand, and stuffed it into my arms flatteringly. But I kept moving back. I was so disappointed, I didn't expect that the mother I thought about day and night would actually look like this. . A friend was yelling at the side: "Xiaoshu, do you know what a madman looks like now?" That's what your mother is like.

I angrily said to my friend: "She is your mother!" Your mother is crazy, your mother is like this. "I turned around and ran away. I don't want this crazy bitch anymore. But my grandma and father took my mother in. Back then, after my grandma kicked my mother away, her conscience was tortured. As she aged day by day, her heart became more and more painful. I couldn't stand up, so I took the initiative to keep my mother, but my boss was not happy because she lost my face.

I never looked good on my mother, and I never took the initiative to talk to her. I didn't even call her "Mom". The main communication between us was me yelling, and Mom would never dare to talk back.

My family couldn't support my mother for nothing, so my grandma decided to train her to do it. When she was working in the fields, grandma would take my mother out to "observe" her. If she didn't obey, she would be beaten.

After a while, grandma thought that she had trained her enough, so she called her mother. I went out to cut pigweed alone. Unexpectedly, my mother cut two baskets of "pigweed" in just half an hour. When grandma saw it, she was anxious and panicked. What she was cutting was the rice that was in the process of being pulped and eared.

The result of the police station's mediation was that both parties suffered losses but did not owe each other anything. Catch whoever is causing trouble! After the gang left, my father looked at the messy pots and pans in the house, and then at his mother who was scarred. He suddenly held her in his arms and cried bitterly, saying, "Crazy bitch, I didn't insist on beating you. If I don't beat you, this matter won't go away. We don't have the money to pay for it. This is all the fault of our poor family!" Dad looked at me again and said, "Shu'er, you must study hard and go to college. No, we will be bullied like this for the rest of our lives!" I nodded sensibly.

In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. Unfortunately, my grandmother, who became ill due to overwork, passed away, and the family's life became even more difficult. The Civil Affairs Bureau of Enshizhou classified my family as a particularly poor family and provided me with a monthly subsidy of 40 yuan. My high school also reduced my tuition and miscellaneous fees appropriately, so I was able to continue studying.

Since I am a resident student and I have to study hard, I rarely go home. My father was still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering food to me fell on my mother. Every time, the aunt next door would always help me prepare pickles and then give them to my mother to deliver. Kui Niang memorized the 20-kilometer Yangchang Mountain Road, rain or shine. It's really a miracle that my mother is not crazy at all in everything she does for her son. I can't explain how this phenomenon should be deciphered medically, other than motherly love.

On April 27, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came. Not only did she bring me vegetables, she also brought a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite, and asked her with a smile: "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from?" My mother said: "I...I picked it..." I didn't expect my mother to pick wild peaches, so I sincerely praised her. She said, "Mom, you are becoming more and more capable." My mother smiled.

Before my mother left, I told her to pay attention to her safety, and my mother responded. After sending my mother away, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, I was in class, and my aunt hurried to school and asked the teacher to call me out of the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if she had brought the food. I said yes, and she went back yesterday. My aunt said, "No, she hasn't come home yet." My heart tightened, could my mother have gone the wrong way? But she has been on this road for three years, so she can't go wrong. My aunt asked, "Didn't your mother say anything?" I said no, and she brought me a dozen wild peaches. My aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, it's broken. Maybe it's the wild peach that's broken." My aunt asked me if I asked for leave. We walked back along the mountain road to look for it. There were indeed a few wild peach trees on the way home. There were a few peaches hanging sparsely on the trees, which were preserved because they grew on the cliff. We also found a peach tree with broken branches, and under the tree was an abyss of a hundred feet. Auntie looked at me and said, "Let's go to the bottom of the cliff and have a look!" I said, "Auntie, don't scare me..." My aunt couldn't help but said, pulling me towards the valley...

My mother was lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She was still holding one tightly in her hand, and the blood on her body had long solidified into a heavy black color. I was so grief-stricken that I hugged my mother tightly and said, "Mom, my poor mother, I regret that I shouldn't have said these peaches are sweet. It was my son who killed you...Mother, you are alive." I haven’t enjoyed a day of happiness..." I put my head on my mother’s cold face and cried so hard that the rocks all over the mountains and plains wept with me...

On August 7, 2003, after my mother was buried On the 100th day of the new year, the gilded admission notice from Hubei University passed through the road my mother walked, passed through the wild peach trees, passed through the rice field in front of the village, and "flew" straight into my door. I inserted this belated letter on my mother's lonely grave: "Mom, my son is ready for retirement. Did you hear that? You can smile now!"