"There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of mother." Dante's words made my mind gallop in Wan Li. In the waves of thoughts, I remembered my mother's running figure, and there was her beloved reminder in WeChat. ...
More than ten years ago in September, I left my parents and my home which has been with me for eighteen years. I came to this southern city thousands of miles away from the West Sea from Qinghai alone, and my thoughts were often bound by complicated feelings. In these eighteen years, I often made my mother cry and even made her feel at a loss. ...
My mother is a shop assistant. At the end of the day, she is always swollen. Every day after work, she hurried home to prepare dinner for me and study with me, but she never complained until the end of the college entrance examination.
In my memory, during my three years in high school, the pressure of studying came at me like a beast, and I often studied late into the night. For my study, my parents stopped watching TV when I was in junior high school and accompanied me silently. My father is either reading or writing, and my mother is with me. She peeled an apple for me later, or heated a glass of milk, put them in a beautiful container and gave them to me almost devoutly. Because I have a bad habit of kicking the quilt and snoring (according to my family and neighbors, snoring can wake up the next door), my mother doesn't dare to sleep every night, and often quietly comes to help me cover the quilt and remind me to adjust my sleeping position. ...
During this period, due to the accumulation of boring words during the day, the siege of many numerical formulas, and the bondage of secular prejudice of "being the first", my temper often fluctuates. ...
"Son, wipe the sweat ..."
"Son, are you hungry? Mom will make you what you want to eat ... "
"Son ..."
"Son ..."
"How annoying!" Before my mother could finish, I held my head and shouted back.
My mother was robbed by me. She didn't say anything. She just walked into the kitchen silently. Soon, a dish of my favorite food and a cup of coffee were in front of my eyes.
"Son, eat a little first, and then ..." Hearing my mother's timid inquiry, suddenly, there was a heavy rain in a corner of my heart. It becomes clean in an instant. I turned around and looked at my mother with wet eyes. I found my mother haggard. Although only thirty-seven or eight years old, thin crow's feet climbed into the eye socket early.
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Looking at the small lights in the apartment opposite, listening to the sound of the thin wind running in the campus, I opened the window and looked far away, following the smile of the south China. The lights, moonlight and poems on campus make me feel very quiet. The shadow of my thoughts flew to Huangshui River, which sang love songs and nursery rhymes at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and to Hehuang Valley, which was edified by apricot flowers extending from Qiangzhong Road, listening to my mother's words.
For more than 30 years, the lamp of mother has been penetrating into my heart. She lit up my heart and warmed my starry sky. The birds and flowers along the way made me wander between mountains and rivers.
"Ding, Ding ..." A burst of cell phone ringing woke me up. "Son, I know from TV last night that Nanchang has been raining continuously recently. Don't forget to add clothes, eat well and pay attention to your health ... "My ears are nagging thousands of miles away and my eyes are moist. Suddenly, I found my mother's love, like a ray of moonlight, tightly surrounding me.
My mother is a very beautiful woman. Her long and smooth hair, carefully taken care of by her, is as beautiful as a waterfall or a braid as thick as her hips. Six years have passed since I entered middle school, and she still has to take care of me and has no time to take care of that hair. Mother buried her dark hair deeply in her heart, studied recipes, purchased food, accompanied her at night and took care of her at night. Moss becomes dry and forked, losing its former style. ...
One weekend morning in the first semester of senior three, I accidentally came to the door of my mother's bedroom in the morning reading. I looked at my mother sitting in front of the dresser, frowning and sighing, and carefully arranged the hair on the comb one by one. Suddenly, I found that my mother was much older. Looking at the dry moss, my throat can't help but be blocked by something, full of sour taste.
Staring at the moss, at this moment, I understand that my mother is a bright moon shining on my heart and spleen. A mass of moss, a kind of years, a kind of mother's years, from brilliant to calm years, green water flows through the green hills. ...
Mom, I want to send you a bright moon, so that you can feel a moment of peace in all tired days.
On the fateful day of June, my mother was more nervous and busier than anyone else. Every time after dinner, my mother always goes to the kitchen to bring a pot of hot water and says, "Son, wash your feet before you learn …" I often feel uneasy. "Mom, I'll do it myself." Seeing my haggard face, my mother gently said, "I'm sleepy for a while, and then I'll call you ..." Listening to my mother's words and looking at her tired figure, I understand that maternal love is a long road. No matter where you go, she will accompany you all the time and it will be smooth sailing.
On the days of the college entrance examination, my mother got up at five o'clock, cooked breakfast for me, packed my things and accompanied me to the test center until the end of the exam in the afternoon.
In June in Xining, sometimes the sun is scorching, sometimes it is rainy, and the weather is changeable.
On the morning of the 6th, it was raining cats and dogs. Before entering the examination room, I advised her to go home and rest. Don't worry about me, but no matter how I persuade her to go home and rest, she always smiles and says, "It doesn't matter, son. Don't be nervous during the exam, relax and don't have pressure. " Ok, I'll go back. "When I was about to enter the entrance of the teaching building, I looked back at the place where my mother stood through the rain curtain and found that my mother was still there. When my mother saw me turn around, she waved to me hard. God, my mom hasn't left yet. I desperately opened my eyes and tried to turn back. My subconscious told me: yes, that's right, that's mom, she's still here! I saw my mother the moment I walked out of the teaching building after the first exam. She still stood there in the drizzle. When she saw me, she smiled brightly and waved to me. ...
In the past six years, my mother has created a green space for me, which is beautiful and pleasant. In six years, my mother gave me a mountain spring in Ming Che, which was clean and clear.
Late at night, looking at the lights outside the window, in the warm light around Nanchang Institute of Technology, I remembered the warmth from my mother at the foot of Kunlun Mountain thousands of miles away. Although I am in Jiangxi, I still live in my mother's arms and in her immortal lamp. Motherly love has permeated almost all my dreams for eighteen years. Mom, that trembling needle will pierce my thread. ...
In August, when I received the admission notice from Shaanxi University of Technology, my mother's youth reappeared on my face. She is like a child, smiling brightly and looking forward to the future. In those days, my mother often dragged me and my father in and out of the store to buy me school uniforms, and cheerful songs floated from time to time in my throat.
In September, my parents sent me to school. In the days when I was with my parents in Nanchang, my mother had mixed feelings and her eyes were often wet. She silently took my hand and accompanied me through the streets of Nanchang. 1 1 In the afternoon, I broke up with my parents at the station. The moment I got on the bus, I suddenly turned around and saw my mother. She covered her face with her hands and turned her back, her shoulders heaving violently. ...
In the next few days, she took her father to the Institute of Technology to visit me several times and made my bed silently. During this period, she didn't know who to ask about the weather in Nanchang, and she also took me to the downtown campus to buy me some daily necessities.
Every time my mother comes to see me, she will take me to taste the food in the canteen. I know she is learning about school meals, and she is worried that I, a child in the northwest, can't get used to the taste of the south. /kloc-On the afternoon of 0/3, my parents came to see me at school for the last time. When I arrived at the station, my mother forced me to pay 200 yuan, urging me again and again: "Take care of yourself, eat well, and don't worry about money ..."
At that moment, I shed tears, and the tears slowly flowed to my mouth. It was a sweet taste and a happy taste. This smell makes me understand again: mother is a flower that never fades in my heart. Mother's love, like the clear moonlight, lit up my eyes in the long night.
Looking at the night, the wind chimes sounded in the wind again, as if playing a song of gratitude. ...
Mom, let me send you a bright moon and let it penetrate your heart. ...