After reading Niang, I felt 1 "Niang, a rock-solid cold jade, plated me with the brilliance of the moon."
Niang truly reflects the hard life of a mother and son in Xiangxi in the 20th century. The mother loves her children as much as any mother. She is an oil lamp of life, boiling with faint light all the time, drying herself with endless maternal love for her son, and boiling until dawn with endless expectations for her son.
This Xiangxi mother used her own flesh and blood to defend her son from being bullied, and left the best for her son to study hard and make a career when he grew up. However, she leads a hard life and is a great and hardworking Chinese mother. She will stand in the front when her son is bullied by others. She will stay with her son when he fails in the college entrance examination and follow him until he recovers. She will unconditionally give everything she has won to her son and think about him all the time. She is a loving and kind mother. No matter how much humiliation she has suffered, her son will not be hurt. When the enemy makes a request, she will enthusiastically agree. She is a stubborn and nostalgic mother. She always misses the places and people where she once lived. No matter how much she suffers, she won't care. She will remember how little kindness she received. She is a kind mother.
Niang records the history of a divorced single mother and her son. People can't help but sigh the greatness of Chinese mothers. When we were young, we were always dependent on our mother, spoiled and inseparable, and felt that our mother was the most inseparable person in our life. When I grow up, I long for freedom and hope to get rid of the nagging of maternal love and explore new things outside. It is inevitable that we will have an argument with our mother, and sometimes our words and deeds may hurt our mother deeply. You know, this is also their anxiety and endless maternal love for their children. We need to calm down and communicate with them calmly, communicate with each other and understand each other's wishes.
"Niang" records all the true feelings in the world, with joys and sorrows. It's all the joy of life and the feeling of life. Remember, regret, blame yourself, miss, please cherish the people you love. No one will treat you unconditionally, only your relatives can do it.
Please pay tribute to our lovely mother!
After reading Niang, I walked into the bookstore and saw a thick stack of books on the best-selling cabinet. I can't help but pick up one of them. The book is wrapped in plastic paper, and only one big word "Niang" can be seen on the white cover. Is this book about mothers? Isn't it closer to use mom? Or is it to show respect? With all kinds of questions, I bought this book.
Open the first page and a portrait comes into view. The picture shows an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes. Her black costume makes her look particularly serious. What is striking is that her eyes are full of perseverance, which reminds people that she is a strong-willed woman. But what is revealed in the eyes is the kindness of maternal love and the expectation of long-term success. Her eyes make me more eager to read back. From the time my mother rescued me from my father, to the time my mother remarried for us, and then my mother beat me twice. Then, because I became a fugitive, I read about an ordinary and great mother who used her life to weave a pair of wings of love for her children and let them fly out of the mountains and into the broader blue sky. She explained to the children with her life: Don't give up flying, because you carry too much love and expectation. Every plot and scene in the book reminds me of my mother and every encouragement and care she gave me. She is also an ordinary person. She also gave me love and hope. She is as great as she is!
In the book, I also saw a dutiful son. No matter the initial resentment or later understanding, it is because of care and love. He didn't live up to his mother's expectations. He flew high and far with those wings of love, which not only gave many people happiness and happiness, but also described this feeling of happiness under the blue sky with gentle brushwork. Although he realized the value of maternal love very late, he used words to let the world know his maternal love. My mother appeared before my eyes. She has done so much for me. What did I do for her?
Before you know it, it will be dark. When I closed the pages, my shoulders ached and my eyes were tired, so I fell asleep on my desk. In a daze, I saw a familiar figure coming towards me, patting my shoulder and calling my name.
After reading "Niang", I watched how much effort my mother put into life and children, how much suffering she suffered, how many tears she shed, how many times she lingered on the edge of life and death, and how many times my tears swirled in her eyes because her children regained their lives from death.
So, what are tears waiting for?
I know, I'm waiting for my son's last enlightenment. However, he didn't do it. From beginning to end, he looked at the whole process from his own point of view. How did the hatred of my mother dissolve when I was a child? It is precisely because he finally entered the university and came out of his misery that he had the courage to re-examine everything and had the face to be kind to his mother.
I admit that I was moved by those words about my mother's pain. However, the farther you go, the more you feel chilling. The farther back you go, the more despair climbs to your heart.
No matter how much I say, I can watch it when I have time, but I can't feel the author's remorse. How does a person's confession begin when another person has left this world? Perhaps these confessions are just for writing a touching book.
This may be another warning to the world. For the people we love, we should love with our heart, instead of making atonement for ourselves under the guise of self-deception as promised in the future.
After reading Niang, lie down at night and pick up the book Niang. I want to watch it for a while before going to bed, but I don't want to put it down when I pick it up. I kept reading with the author's eagerness and ups and downs, ignoring the passage of time. I tossed and turned in bed, constantly changing my posture, but my hand kept holding the book. I'm afraid I'll miss a line and the shock brought by this sharp language. Finally, I finished reading this autobiographical essay with more than 60,000 words in one breath, and I couldn't be calm for a long time after reading it. I got up and went to the study, turned on the computer and began to beat the words in my heart, in order to relieve the depression in my chest.
The author Peng Xueming, whose bumpy and sad experience with his mother cast a gloomy shadow on his psychology, made his love for his mother express in a sharp and rude way, which made people feel painful. The complex emotions of love and hate have always accompanied him. His heart is full of love, but he can't find an outlet, and all of them are suppressed into resentment and anger. Every time the anger burns, it actually makes him feel deeply distressed. I have been expecting him to have a quick epiphany and change this way of love. When I saw that my mother was seriously ill and was about to die, I clung to the last few pages of the book and was very nervous. I hoped that he would change this way of love and show her love gently at the last moment, but I didn't. When I saw that he was still angry with my mother before she died, I was almost out of breath. Until his mother died, he still clung to the twisted love in his heart. Mother died, and that kind of painful confession poured in. It was too late! It was late, and I thought bitterly: Why did you leave early? ! Why didn't you wake up earlier? ! No matter how deep his confession is, he can't bring back his mother's life! In fact, the author is full of love and gratitude to his mother. If he didn't love her, he wouldn't be so anxious when she was ill. If he doesn't love, he won't fight with his classmates when they insult his mother; If he doesn't love, he won't take his mother anywhere. He tried to get his mother to sell her old house and live "city life" with him. But it is this deep love that has turned into a sharp and cruel expression, which is a typical "filial piety without tact". He has a "filial" heart, but he never lets her "obey". Is it really a deep hatred of love? Why do people always cherish it until they lose it? Why wait until someone dies to confess?
"Niang" is a kind of torture that goes straight to the depths of the soul. It is the author's torture to himself, and it is also a torture that all women in the world need to torture themselves. I think of my mother from Niang. She is over 60 years old. I became a mother because of the birth of my daughter. I have always thought that I have a deep understanding of the meaning of the word "mother". But after watching Niang, I realized that I didn't understand.
What is worrying is that in the process of reading mother, I actually found my own shadow and did a lot of so-called "heartless" things. Many times I also express my love in a sharp and rude way, regardless of my mother's feelings. After marriage, my mother and I no longer get along day and night, but that doesn't stop her from caring about me every day. Sometimes she calls me during the day and I don't answer when I'm busy. I think I'll call her back later, but I forgot after a while. When I got home at night, I suddenly remembered. After the phone call, I just asked you what to eat, whether you were tired from work, and told me not to stay up late. I think these things are boring and wordy, and I often mutter, "I know." I don't know how many times my mother has to put the phone down in frustration.
Mother often goes to our small home to help us clean up the housework when we are at work. The dirty clothes are washed and hung up, the floor is spotless, and the messy sofa becomes neat and orderly. At this time, not only did I not thank her, but I always called her to scold her very badly and threatened to get the key back. In fact, I am deeply distressed by my mother's hard work and afraid that she will be tired, but the language is always sharp and ugly when expressing. I yelled at her on the phone and made her angry when she was doing her work. On one occasion, she said, "Good! I will never care about you again, and I will never go to your house again! " However, after a few days, she will still help you do this and that. Damn it, how come you never know how to hold grudges?
Mom's clothes have always been simple. As far as I can remember, I seldom succeeded in buying clothes for her. The clothes I bought for her are often returned because they don't fit. Later, I took her shopping and wanted to buy a head office, right? As a result, every time I get angry, she is always out of step with me. Why does mom just disagree with me? Once I was in a hurry and said to her, "Why is it so difficult to buy you a dress?" ! Not this one, not that one, you can't kill me! "Then my mother and I went out of the shop in tandem, sulking. Later, I directly resisted going shopping with my mother, and I was always unhappy because of disagreement.
Mother has a bad stomach and diet is often taboo. I don't know what my mother can and can't eat. All I know is that as long as we go home for dinner, we will find all our favorite foods on the table. Our praise of food often makes mom smile and even stop chopsticks to stare at us. She will listen carefully to everything we say, and she will dance with joy at the little achievements I have made in my work, but I rarely sit down and listen to her. ...
Chicken crowing outside the window broke the silent night. I gently lifted the curtain. It's almost dawn, and occasionally there are sporadic lights on. Imagine that at this time, there may be many "mothers" in the world who have got up early and started a day's work for their children, and this kind of work is unrequited and has no complaints. This is the purest and truest love in the world. Thanks to Peng Xueming's "Niang", let me reflect in shock, let me realize in reflection, I am lucky, my mother is still alive, can give me the opportunity to express my love correctly, and wish all the "Niang" in the world happiness and well-being.
My parents gave birth to us, and their kindness to us will never be repaid.
After reading the book Niang, I was deeply moved by Niang's tenacious spirit. Mom's life is very hard. I remarried my son four times before and after, but I still haven't found a good home. When the author was bullied by his friends, his mother found the children's homes, swore at them and beat them half to death. In the field, my mother is very hardworking. Whether it is windy or rainy, whether the weather is bad or not, she always works hard to support her family, which makes it difficult for her to recover from her illness in the future. The author was rejected by the university twice, and his temper became irritable and his thoughts became distorted. But his mother encouraged him carefully and hoped that he would make up the exam. The author's young and ignorant heart is immature, so he makes a hullabaloo about to his mother. His mother and the author's sister stay in Lacrimosa all day. Finally, one night, Niang's crying called back the author's heart. The author hopes to take the make-up exam and be admitted to the dream university. I thought my mother would have a good life with the author in her later years, but she was abruptly cut off by the author.
After the author was elected as a deputy to the National People's Congress, she never understood why Niang was so obsessed with her own fields and Shan Ye. Mother was born in the countryside, unable to blend in with the hustle and bustle of the city, staying at home all day and getting thinner. When mother wanted to sell oranges to the author to make money, he didn't know her good intentions. All this was her action to make the author live a better life, but the author stopped her. Mother had to live at home from now on, but her illness did not recover as the author imagined. Instead, it got worse every day, and she did not enjoy the happiness of the day, so she died quietly in the hospital.
The author didn't know his regret until his mother died, and hated him for not selling his mother's last comfort.
When I first read this book, I didn't realize that it was actually a confession, but gradually I was immersed in Peng Xueming's simple and true emotional world. In this book, I seem to see the image of a great mother who can do anything for her children. Although this image is very common, it has shocked everyone's heart!
In this book, Peng Xueming tells the story of his life with his mother. How much did his mother pay for him and suffer? No one knows, but we know that mother is willing to do anything for him. It is nothing for her to suffer for her son. It's good to be with her son. Although the mother is old, if her son doesn't come back, she will sit on the sofa every night and wait for him to come back. Several times, it was very late. She waited until she fell asleep, but he seemed ungrateful, but her mother waited for him every night. Every time I hear someone praise her son, I am extremely happy, not for anything else, but for her son.
In fact, when I first read this book, I secretly felt that he seemed to have some unfilial feelings. The more you look back, the stronger this feeling becomes, especially when you see him dragging his mother to the hospital and forcing the nurse to give her an injection. My mother can't have an injection anymore. When her mother cried and begged him, he was indifferent and determined. The last shot scared her to death. At this time, my heart was full of discontent. How do you say it again? How can you do this to your mother because you don't love her? Of course not, because your love for your mother is so extreme that your relationship with her is getting worse and worse, and you turn a blind eye to her care and love. When her mother was so bored that she went out to do some small business alone, he thought it would make people feel that he was not filial to her and would not let her go out again, but he didn't realize the loneliness and loneliness in her heart. Although his intentions were good, his methods were not very good, which made his mother hurt her heart and god. So at the end of the book, his heart is full of guilt for his mother and love that comes too late. ...
In fact, there are mothers who don't love their children, and there are children who don't love their mothers, but sometimes they love her so much that they always hurt their mothers' hearts inadvertently. Only Peng Like Xue Ming and his mother, they love each other very much, but in the quarrel between their children and their mother, their mother is like a helpless sheep, and we are fierce gray wolves. Because I love my children, I don't want to hurt them, so I would rather be hurt to pieces than let them suffer a little. Children may gain a temporary reputation, but this reputation will not last long. When their mother really leaves you, the most sad thing is themselves, and then they realize that their mother's love is too late. In fact, if I know today, why should I know?
After reading Peng Xueming's Niang, I was filled with emotion. How happy he is to have such a good mother in the world, and the author doesn't know how to be blessed in it. This book has taught us to be grateful, to remember how good our mother is to us, to cherish our blessings, to read Niang and to understand the true feelings in the world!
Random thoughts on mother 7 this book has given me a new starting point in my life. In the past, I only knew that studying would make your life easier in the future, so I have been studying, but I forgot what I should do and what my dream is if I don't study. These make me a little overwhelmed. I don't know what I have left except reading.
Just when I was confused, it appeared, and it answered all my puzzles with my mother's life experience and demeanor. Niang's life is like a history of suffering. From the three years of suffering in the late Great Leap Forward, the suffering that followed never stopped. Niang's life is like a history of blood and tears, the injustice of fate, the burden of life, too many hardships, such as a rock in my heart, never a little relaxed. Even the home I built with my own hands, I didn't see it for the last time before I died. I think that should be the biggest regret of my mother's life. At that time, it should be the lifelong wish of all mothers to give their children a beautiful home. At the end of reading here, I can't help but sigh the greatness of maternal love, so I also think of my mother. She is not very old, but she has a lot of white hair. I know this is for our family. I still feel my nose is sour when I think about it, which arouses my desire to learn more. Not only for myself, for my mother, but also for the respectable parents all over the world, I will make myself more diligent and hard, and then I can repay her better.
But it's not enough for me to do this alone. I want to call on more people to fight for their families! It is said that borrowing things can express feelings, so my dream is to be a jewelry designer and integrate my feelings into the design, so that people can feel the greatness of maternal love, and mothers who are getting old for their families can feel the love of their children from the design, so that they can spend their old age safely and happily.
"Niang" brings me not only endless motivation, but also my dream, the dream of repaying my mother, and the Chinese dream of all the children in the world repaying their parents!
Reflections on Niang 8 There are many rich and powerful mothers in the world, and I just need a poor and humble mother; There are many great and noble mothers in the world. I just hope my mother is weak and ordinary.
-Peng Xueming's "Niang"
Mom, what a kind and simple name. Mother is the person who gives us life and nurtures us to grow up. No one in this world can be greater than her.
After reading the book Niang, I believe every reader is impressed by Niang's deep maternal love. She never cared what kind of difficulties she would encounter, so she never turned her back on the road of survival. Although she met many unpleasant things, she still didn't give in. Even if people all over the world don't understand her and help her, she still holds her head high and never loses the courage to live. She is both a father and a mother. When the child is bullied, she will stand up without hesitation like a man, and even if she is black and blue, she will let the child live a healthy life. As the author said, my mother sleeps in the wind. She has never known to stop and rest all her life. Occasionally, when she is tired, she will turn around in the air against the wind. What power is supporting her thin body? I think there is only one belief-which every mother has-to protect her children.
This is Niang, the most simple and tenacious bone in rural China. Mother, poor and humble, great and noble, weak and ordinary, strong and tenacious. After a lifetime of storms and hardships, the mother, like an oil lamp with a faint flame, was exhausted and died suddenly after taking her children to a calm harbor.
In this world, anyone can hold a grudge because of someone else's casual offense, but mom won't. If the child's rebellion and unfilial hurt her deeply, she will not only be as tolerant as the sea, but also repay evil with kindness ten times and one hundred times. Hungry, have a mother; Cold, with a mother; Tired, have a mother; A wronged mother. With such a good mother, what can I ask for? Niang is the only person in the world who can be trusted unconditionally.
But this kind of sleep in the wind will eventually fall to the ground, and then we will certainly have endless remorse and regret, but there is nothing we can do. Don't wait for the people to die before you know how to cherish them. Life is very long, but the time we spend with our parents is numbered, so please be kind to your mother, abandon your willfulness and hypocrisy, cherish her and love her. Don't wait until "the son wants to raise and the relatives don't stay" to regret it. May children all over the world stop repenting.
No matter how far you go, you can't walk out of your mother's expectation; No matter how filial you are, you can never repay your mother's kindness.
Niang is the greatest person in the world, and time can't take her away!