my mother

Today on Mother's Day, I, who have grown into a big girl under the care of my mother, suddenly found that so far, I have not given a decent gift, and I have not given my mother a caring hug.

On a whim, I wanted to write about my mother, my afflicted, childlike mother, in my poor pen.

The mother is a stupid mother with no bad intentions.

She often ran up to me and told me triumphantly, "I have a friend who sells this kind of thing, and I heard that the quality is very good", and then took out sheets of "nano mattresses" and "preferential insurance"... The link to the picture in the circle of friends showed me. I was helpless and said a lot of words about how these micro-business products do not conform to science and common sense, only to realize that she has bought it.

My mother is very sincere and treats people around her with all her heart and lungs. You give her one candy, and she returns you a hundred candies. She also has a say in it. Love and hate are clear, but she doesn’t look at people. Friends cheated, maybe she didn't even notice it.

My mother is very emotional. After reading some tragic articles and hearing some tragic things, she burst into tears and then used money to reward and donate money. There is no need to distinguish whether these things are true or false.

My mother is also fond of petty bargains. After going out for dinner, she brought me a pile of roasted corn eggs and said with a bulging belly and grinning, "This is what everyone left in the end, and I took it back." "But it's not dirty, I Take care of it." When I came back from the restaurant, he stuffed me two big bags of wormwood, and happily said to me, "I know you like this, our restaurant just made it, I begged the boss, and I brought you a lot of it." I said, "You take so much, others don't mind," she said, "It's fine, it's free anyway, if you don't take it for nothing, I don't know whether to laugh or cry, "My silly mother, how can I eat so much by myself? , the whole family can't finish eating."

Mom suffered a lot, but she didn't have any memory or eyesight, and she was left alone. I was really afraid that I would not know where I was deceived all of a sudden.

Mother is not good at communicating with us, but treats us as the whole of life.

My mother is very busy, but she often calls us, every time, "Have you eaten?" "You have to eat on time, go to bed early...", and then there is no more. When she saw us staying up late, eating indiscriminately, and addicted to mobile phones, she would suddenly let out a loud snort, and then reprimanded angrily, and the irritable us started to fight back and talk back, and an uproar began. After arguing and calming down, she paced up and down the closed door, telling us earnestly about the dangers of doing these things, and then sitting around the dining table, in a dead silence, her mouth moved a few times. Move, as if talking to himself, and as if timidly speaking to us.

If love can be measured in material terms, then what a mother has given us is infinite love. If you don’t go into a brand-name clothing store and see the price tag, people will leave. Mother, who seldom goes to the market to buy things for herself, will go around a few streets and buy us the most expensive fruit (an orange for eight yuan, see above. Hundred-dollar durian), the most expensive bread, the best supplement.

My sister was leaving home for work. My mother made several calls to ask her what she wanted to eat. After her sister said she didn’t want anything, she rushed back overnight from a few kilometers away, holding two big bags full of food in her hands. of.

My mother is very irritable, not good at words, and can't even learn how to communicate with us peacefully, but every word she says is out of love. , all of us.

If you get to know your mother, you will find that she is strong and generous. She has never looked weak. She dropped out of junior high school to work in other provinces for more than 20 years. On the way, my mother rarely cried for life itself, but she actually loved to cry, because of her mother, because of her husband, and because of us who were ignorant.

My mother and I hardly ever had a heart-to-heart talk. One of them was when she talked about her mother from her own life experience. She cried. She did not cry for the coldness and poverty she suffered, but her mother. She said that she is an out-married daughter. She has been married for more than 20 years and has never been filial to her mother. She has only had a few opportunities to go home and see her after she has been married for more than 20 years. Her mother has dedicated her life to their children. , and now she has to help her son and granddaughter in suffering and affliction. Her tears are dripping down, with endless remorse and guilt. This is the first time she has been strong and cried in front of me.

When we were ignorant, we often quarreled with our mother over some trivial matters. Every time we finished yelling hysterically, we slammed on the door and locked ourselves in the room, while my mother quietly cleaned up and prepared dinner. At the dinner table, my mother's swollen eyes were bloodshot, and I knew that she was alone and cried silently. It’s okay to say that I have no heart or lungs, or that I have no conscience. I am selfish, and I only have anger in quarrels, never sadness. . .

Mother is very humble, her love for us makes her forgive and give infinitely, she never blames us for anything, even if we hurt her endlessly, she just works silently, works, never stops, only money in her eyes and our future.

My mother, count the age, you have lived half your life, you have never enjoyed a luxurious life, you have never left this small county town where you work, half your life, we grew up, never gave what have you.

There is a popular family math problem on the Internet. If your parents live for another 30 years, you will go home once a year, five days each time, and you will only be able to stay with your parents for one month, except for activities such as meals and entertainment.

We always thought that you would be like a superman for eternity, only to find out that when you are old, you are often tormented by illness, and you are just a child, unknown, but also eager to accompany you, tired, but still insisting on gritting your teeth.

Love is not an oath and a promise. If you really feel sorry for your mother, please hug her well, sit with her for a while, and have a conversation. In your busy life, you can still give them a phone call from afar, a trip. Time to go home and see.

I hope we all don't regret silently until "the child wants to support but the relative is not there".

Finally, I hope that all mothers in the world can be healthy, happy and safe.

This year's Mother's Day, it is up to our children to give you happiness.