Father's hand. I miss my father. Yusi, there is a kind of love that makes me burst into tears. Noble people in life. We are too selfish sometimes. My ordinary and great father wrote his period on Mother's Day. My uncle Jiang Bin has escaped. What do I have left? Touching love. There is a lie. Let us burst into tears. Sister, you are the lily in full bloom in my heart. All mothers are the same. The most selfless love in the world-maternal love. There is a kind of love called wordiness. Love needs to be expressed. Two can only save one. Eight lies in a mother's life! After reading it, I am very sad! Touching family story of Mid-Autumn Festival: My mother has a gold ring in this life. I shouldn't be your daughter ... I will always be with you ... The last words of my nine-year-old parents ... My mother is crying ... My mother's shoe rack ... The happiness of porridge and eggs ... My stepmother's account book ... My mother's love story: invisible love ... Some calls must be answered ... Love is infinite ... My mother is in the world. The love brother hidden in the quilt exchanged his life for his sister's trust. Motherly love is speechless. Six dollars for love. Wash my mother's hair. Dad: If there is an afterlife, I won't be your daughter. A touching article about maternal love. Eight lies told by a mother in her life. There is a kind of love that I can't say. A touching story about animals. Tonight, I want to shout my mother's lamp oil again, a note of 100 yuan, silent love, three bags of rice begged by my mother, a mountain of maternal love, the touch in the ward, my father's lies, my immortal mother, find my lost conscience on a snowy night, live in a grateful world, my mother, I want to marry you. Call for heaven. Three words from mother. Blood milk. A bottle of "Jiuxin Pill". You have a brother. Grateful mother. Heart window. An unlocked door. In my dream, there is a house called "Half Life". Mother's life. Maternal love is invincible. Mao Laohan buys shoes in Diary. Mother's love. Never too much, the answer given by my mother, passionate love, the hope of a coin,1968,65438+February, my brother was the first to sign up and was sent to Yuan 'an County, the most remote mountainous area in Hubei Province, becoming the first educated youth in Wuhan. My brother's unprecedented action surprised people. My brother is neither head nor tail at school. He has always been bad at propaganda and rarely attracts attention. At that time, the school teacher wrote an application for decentralization written by his brother with a brush and posted it in the most conspicuous position in Zhongjia Village, Hanyang, as a demonstration. My brother is the eldest in the family, very sensible and the right-hand man of my parents. My mother was very sad when he left, but she was very sensible and had to hide her sadness in her heart. On the first day after my brother left, my mother cooked a bowl of noodles for my brother and beat three candied eggs. My brother is very grateful. He knew that if he didn't eat this bowl of noodles, his mother would feel even worse. Who knows, when my brother ate the first egg, it was too bitter to eat. My mother can't help but sigh: "Bitter eggs mean the hardships of children's lives, which is a signal to let go of the hardships of life ..." My brother saw his mother's mood and looked at us puzzled brothers and sisters, and swallowed the bitter fruit without hesitation. Then the two eggs he ate were no longer bitter, so he comforted his mother and said, "The process of eating eggs today illustrates this point. /kloc-it is rare for a 0/7-year-old brother to have such knowledge. The next day, my brother embarked on a journey of decentralization alone. In order to avoid his mother's sadness, he made an agreement with her in advance not to let her see him off. At the moment he stepped out of the house, his brother walked out of the house with a wooden box and luggage and never looked back. I looked at towards the distant's brother gradually, and my heart was sour, and tears ran down the tip of my nose. In the days when my brother left me, my mother missed me more and more, crying almost every day until the bell of 12 rang. My mother's crying in the dead of night shocked the people around her and my heart. When I was young, my parents worked hard outside and had no time to take care of us. My brother is a real housewife. He gets up early every day, wakes up his siblings, buys breakfast and arranges meals, but in order to save money for his parents, he cooks some leftovers from the previous day prematurely. My brother is not only good in character, but also versatile. He is good at piano, chess, painting and calligraphy. Famous songs such as butterfly lovers, Horse Racing and Jianghu are like the sounds of nature under the strings of Big Brother. I occasionally play some folk music with my brother. He played the erhu and I played the sanxian, which attracted the neighbors to watch. My acting is not as good as my brother's, but my brother's talent is reflected in my head and gives me pride. Soon, my brother wrote. This paper introduces the farm work of educated youth, such as transplanting rice, cutting grain, double robbing and carrying burdens, and the villagers' care for educated youth, and tells parents not to worry about it. But mother is always uneasy. She knew that her sensible son was comforting herself. Every night, she still cries for her distant son, every day and never stops. Two years later, my brother was recommended by the first batch to return to the city with excellent results and assigned to Wuhan Internal Combustion Engine Factory, but God spared my brother. Because of the flood in Yuan 'an County, the vehicles of the recruiting unit could not go in to pick up the educated youth. Knowing the truth, my mother's hanging heart mentioned the throat. About a hundred days later, my brother was recommended to return to the city and assigned to Qingshan No.1 Enterprise as a driver. My brother finally returned to his hometown of Wuhan. In my opinion, my brother was cried back by his mother. My mother cries every night and is deeply moved. She cried out for the poor wind, calling on people who have read all the vicissitudes of life, echoing the feeling that blood is thicker than water. She finally returned to her brother's original address in tears:/qingqgushi/muaigushi/200808/1853.html.