One day, the owner rebuilt the doors and windows in the abandoned attic. Half a month later, he found a dead bird under the windowsill. From the windowsill to the underground, there is 102 drop of blood! I think the bird hit the window. What made the bird despair? The host checked the attic and found a nest of hungry chickens inside. The master understood, because he closed the doors and windows, the mother bird couldn't get in. For its baby, it wants to smash the window with its own body!
2. Blood milk
The young mother was knitting a sweater in a warm home, while gently fiddling with the cradle with her feet, and the children in the cradle fell asleep sweetly. Suddenly an earthquake happened, and mother and son fell into the ruins and darkness together. Fortunately, neither the mother nor the son was injured. The mother held the child tightly in her arms and waited for a day's help. The child ate the last two drops of milk in his mother's breast, and his crying gradually weakened. If not rescued, the child will die of thirst before his mother, and will go to despair, grasping his mother's hand and trying to get food from reinforced concrete. Suddenly, her hand touched the knitting needle and she was ecstatic: the child was saved.
A week later, the mother and son finally saw the light of day again. The child was safe and sound, but the mother closed her eyes forever and turned pale. People were surprised to find that the mother had a small hole in each finger, and the child survived by sucking her blood.
This is a true story, which happened in Tangshan in the earthquake.
3. The love of the mother monkey
In the process of rounding up monkeys, a big female monkey broke out with a little monkey in her arms. When the female monkey breaks through, she carries someone else's monkey and holds her own monkey. Run to a dead tree, there is nowhere to escape. A hunter with a gun and another old hunter, two people, aimed at the monkey. Just as she was about to shoot, the female monkey made a gesture to them, similar to a "pause" gesture. A monkey can make such gestures. What does this monkey do? It nursed its two little monkeys, and the two hunters thought, let it nurse for a while, and let the mother monkey nurse the little monkeys. The little monkey may not be too hungry either, so he stopped eating after a few bites. At this time, the mother monkey picked the dead leaves, squeezed her milk on the leaves, put the leaves where the little monkey could reach, and put a lot of leaves. Finally, the female monkey faced two hunters, covering her face, as if to say, shoot. The two old hunters can no longer lift their guns, because they know that they are not facing animals, but a mother, and the old hunters will never hunt again.
4. Mother and child in the earthquake
An earthquake happened in a city. The rescue work is under intense pressure. Three days later, rescuers vaguely heard "help! Come and save my child! " Looking along the sound, I found it was coming from the ruins. Pulling out the ruins, I found a young mother on all fours, her back hunched, and a baby sleeping in the blocked space below her. Mother kept saying, "Help my child!" Help my baby! "When the rescuers rescued them, the first thing she asked was," How is my child? How is my child? "The medical staff told her:" Your child is fine and there is no danger. "When she heard that her child was safe and not in danger, she relaxed and fainted. The medical staff rushed her to the hospital for emergency treatment.
The reason why the mother can persist until now is because of her strong desire to save the child. Without this belief, she could not have persisted. On the way to Turkey, the bus passed the place where the 1999 earthquake occurred. The tour guide told a touching and sad story, which happened the day after the earthquake. ...
After the earthquake, many houses collapsed, and rescuers from all over the world kept searching for possible survivors.
Two days later, they saw an incredible picture in the ruins-a mother, with her hands on her back, carrying stones that she didn't know weighed. As soon as she saw the rescuers, she cried desperately: "Help my daughter, I have been holding on for two days, and I can't hold on ..."
Her 7-year-old daughter is lying in a safe space, supported by her hands.
The rescuers were frightened. They tried to move the surrounding rocks, hoping to rescue the mother and daughter as soon as possible. But there are too many stones and they are too heavy. They will never reach them soon.
Media reporters came here to take photos, rescuers were crying and digging, and hard mothers were struggling and waiting. ...
Looking at the pictures on TV and newspapers, the Turks were so sad that they shed tears.
More people put down their work and devoted themselves to the rescue operation.
The rescue operation lasted from day to night. Finally, a tall rescuer reached out and pulled the little girl out, but … she had been dead for a long time.
Mother asked eagerly, "Is my daughter still alive?"
Thinking that her daughter is still alive is the only reason and hope for her to endure for two days.
The rescuer finally couldn't stand it. He was in tears: "Yes, she is still alive. Now we have to take her to the hospital for emergency treatment, and then we have to send you! " "
He knew that if his mother heard that her daughter was dead, she would lose the will to survive and put down the earth and stone to crush her, so she lied to her.
Mother smiled wearily. Later, she was rescued and sent to the hospital. Her hands were once stiff and unable to bend.
The next day, many Turkish newspapers had pictures of her hands on the ground, with the title: "This is maternal love".
The tour guide said, "I am not easy to get emotional, but I cried when I saw this report." Every time I take a group through here, I tell this story. "
1On July 28th, 1997, Ann Jin Peng, a senior three student from Tianjin No.1 Middle School, held the 38th International Olympic Games in Argentina.
Lin Paike won the gold medal in the math competition and wrote a new page for Tianjin history. Behind the success of this 19-year-old math wizard,
There is a great maternal love story that makes people cry … ..
1September 5, 997, which was the day when I left home to report to Peking University Institute of Mathematics. A wisp of smoke in the kitchen.
It rose in my shabby farmhouse early in the morning. My lame mother is making me olive noodles. This flour is five servings for my mother.
Eggs were exchanged with my neighbor. The day before yesterday, she was pushed by a truck of vegetables on her way to town in order to raise more tuition for me.
I sprained it.
Holding the bowl, I cried. I put down my chopsticks and knelt on the ground, stroking my mother's feet and eyes, which were swollen higher than steamed bread, for a long time.
Tears are dripping on the ground ... My home is in Dayoudai Village, Wuqing County, Tianjin. I have the best mother in the world. she
Call Li Yanxia.
My family is too poor. When I was born, my grandmother fell ill on the kang. At the age of four, grandpa suffered from bronchi again.
Breathing hemiplegia, the debt owed by the family is more and more year by year.
When I was seven, I went to school. My mother borrowed the tuition. I always pick up the pencil tips thrown away by my classmates and tie them up.
After using it on a stick or wiping the written exercise book with an eraser, my mother sometimes feels distressed.
Borrow a few cents to buy pencils and notebooks.
However, my mother has her moments of happiness. No matter how big or small the exam is, I always get the first place, and I always get full marks in math. A sloop with a long bow and a sloping tail.
With my mother's encouragement, the more I learn, the happier I am. I really don't know what is happier than reading.
I finished four external operations and fractional decimals without going to primary school; I am a primary school self-taught junior high school math and physics; Last/better/previous/last name
Junior high school also taught himself the science courses in senior high school. 1994 In May, Tianjin held a junior high school physics competition. I am a city.
The only rural child among the five suburban students admitted to the top three.
In June of that year, I was admitted to the famous Tianjin No.1 Middle School, and I ran home ecstatic. Unexpectedly, tell the good news.
When they complained to their families, their faces were full of gloom: grandma died less than half a year ago, and grandpa was dying, and now the whole family is dead.
Owed a debt of more than ten thousand yuan. I silently returned to my room and shed tears all day.
At night, I heard a quarrel outside the house. It turns out that my mother wants to sell the donkey at home so that I can go to school, dad.
Dad strongly disagreed. Their words were heard by his seriously ill grandfather, who died forever in a hurry.
After grandpa was buried, the family owed thousands of dollars. I won't talk about studying. I'll fold the admission notice.
Stuck it in a pillowcase and take my mother to work in the fields every day. Two days later, my father and I found the little donkey missing at the same time. dad
His face was livid and he asked his mother, "Did you sell the little donkey? You're crazy. In the future, we should sell crops and grain by hand, by hand.
Shoulder year? Can you sell donkeys for a few hundred dollars to provide Jin Peng with a semester or two ... "
That day, my mother cried, and she shouted at my father in a fierce voice, "What happened to the child going to school?" Jin Peng was admitted.
City No.1 Middle School is the only one in Wuqing County. You can't let poor words delay your baby's future. I just pushed it with my hand,
Use the Year of Shoulder to keep him studying ... "
With 600 yuan from my mother selling donkeys, I really want to kneel down and kowtow to my mother. I like reading too much, but this one
Keep reading, how much hardship and suffering does mother have to suffer?
That autumn, I went home to get my winter clothes and found my father lying on the kang, pale and emaciated. Mom, if not.
He told me frankly, "nothing, I have a bad cold and will get well soon." . Who knows, the next day I picked up the medicine bottle and looked at the English cooking on it.
It turns out that these drugs inhibit cancer cells. I pulled my mother out of the house and cried and asked her what was going on. My mother said to herself.
Since I was in the first middle school, my father began to have bloody stools, which became more and more serious every day. Mother borrowed 6000 yuan to go to Tianjin and Beijing again and again.
After thorough examination, it was finally diagnosed as intestinal polyp, and the doctor asked his father to operate as soon as possible. Mom is going to borrow money again, and dad is dead or alive.
Promise. He said that relatives and friends can always borrow them, but if they don't, who will lend them to us again? That day, my neighbor also told me that my mother finished the harvest in a primitive and tragic way. She doesn't have enough money
She has the strength to pick wheat and thresh in the yard, but she has no money to hire anyone to help. She cooked it, cut it, and then pulled it back to the flat.
At home, spread a plastic sheet in the yard at night, grab a handful of ears of wheat with both hands and beat on a big stone ... three acres of wheat,
She is too tired to stand alone, and she can't cut herself on her knees. Her knees are bleeding and pedestrians are shaking ... The neighbor said before.
Then I flew home and cried, "Mom, Mom, I can't watch it anymore …" Mom finally let it go.
I rushed back to school. My living expenses are 60 to 80 yuan every month, and other students are 200 to 240 yuan.
It's really pathetic. But only I know that for this little money, my mother will save one yuan from the beginning of the month.
Selling eggs and vegetables for one dollar, you have to borrow twenty or thirty when you really can't make it. She and her father and brother, almost
I never eat vegetables. Even if I have some vegetables, I don't need to mix them with oil. I just scooped up some pickled soup and mixed them together.
In order not to make me hungry, she has to walk more than ten miles every month to wholesale instant noodle dregs for me. every month
Finally, my mother always comes to Tianjin to see me with a bulging bag on her back. In addition to instant noodle dregs, there are also
My mother asked for waste paper (which was used to make calculation paper for me) and a large bottle of soybean hot sauce and salted mustard from the printing house six miles away.
Silk and hair clippers. The cheapest haircut in Tianjin costs five yuan, so my mother wants to save money and buy me more steamed buns.
Eat it. )
I am the only student in Tianjin No.1 Middle School who can't even afford the food in the canteen. I can only buy two steamed buns and go back to the dormitory to soak some instant noodles.
Slag is eaten with hot sauce and pickles; I am also the only student who can't afford to use manuscript paper, so I can only make drafts with waste paper printed on one side;
I am also the only student who has never used soap. Always go to the canteen to order alkaline noodles when washing clothes. But I never feel inferior.
However, I think my mother is a hero who suffers and fights against bad luck. It is a great honor for me to be her son.
When I first entered Tianjin No.1 Middle School, I had an English class and was shocked. When my mother came, I told her that I was afraid of English.
Worried that she couldn't keep up, she replied with a smile: "Mom only knows that you are the most delicious child and doesn't like to hear you talk."
I don't know, because it's not difficult to suffer. 」
I remembered my mother's words. I eat a little. Someone told me that to learn English well, you must first let your tongue listen to you.
Words, so I often pick up a stone and put it in my mouth, and then try my best to recite English. Tongue and stone are ground together, and sometimes blood will flow down your mouth.
The corner of my eye flowed down, but I kept gritting my teeth.
Half a year passed, the pebbles were rounded, the tongue was smooth, and the English score entered the top three in the class. I really ...
Thanks to my mother, her words inspired me to magically cross such a big learning obstacle.
1996, I participated in the 12th National Olympic Knowledge Competition held in Tianjin and won the first prize in physics.
The first prize and the second prize in mathematics will represent Tianjin to Hangzhou to participate in the National Physics Olympiad.
"Take a national first prize to my mother and then go to the World Physics Olympiad." I can't restrain my inner excitement.
Moved, write to tell my mother good news and best wishes.
As a result, I only won the second prize. I threw myself on the bed, not eating or drinking, even though it was already
The best results of Tianjin contestants are not enough to repay their hard-working mothers.
Back at school, the teachers helped me analyze the reasons for my failure: I always wanted to develop mathematics and physics in an all-round way, and there were too many main projects.
Be distracted. If I study math now, I'm sure I can pass the exam.
1999 1 month, I finally won the first place in the national mathematical Olympics with full marks and entered the country.
Training team and won the championship in ten tests.
According to the regulations, I have to pay for the competition in Argentina. After signing up, my mother and I made the necessary books together.
After the soy sauce is wrapped, the preparation work is over. The head teacher and math teacher saw that I was still wearing something supported by others, Yan.
For the clothes whose colors and sizes don't match, I opened the wardrobe, pointed at the sleeves and picked them twice, followed by three-inch cotton-padded clothes and hem ones.
Patch tugged at Patch's undershirt and vest and said, "Jin Peng, are these all your clothes?" I am at a loss, favour say:
"Teacher, I'm not afraid of shame. My mother always told me that my mind was full of poems and books, and I wore them.
Children are not afraid to go to America to meet Clinton. 」
On July 27th, the Olympic Games officially began. It took us five and a half hours from 8: 30 in the morning to 2: 00 in the afternoon.
As a test question.
The results were announced the next day, and the bronze medal was announced first. I don't want to hear my name And then announce the silver medal,
Finally, announce the gold medal. One, two and three are me. I cried with joy, and silently cried out in my heart:
"Mom, your son succeeded. 」
That night, it was announced that another classmate and I won the gold medal and silver medal in the 38th International Olympic Mathematics Competition.
Broadcast by china national radio and China Central Radio. On August 1 day, when we returned with honor, China Association for Science and Technology and China.
The Mathematical Society held a grand welcoming ceremony for us. At this time, I want to go home, I want to see my mother as soon as possible, and I want to kiss.
Hang a bright gold medal around her neck. ...
At ten o'clock that night, I finally got home in the dark. It was my father who opened the door, but he held me tightly.
It was my kind mother who fell in my arms. Under the starry sky, my mother hugged me so tightly ... I took the gold medal.
Take it out and hang it around her neck and cry happily.
On August 12, Tianjin No.1 Middle School was packed, including my mother, the security personnel of the Municipal Education Bureau and the famous math professor.
Sit on the podium together. That day, I said something like this:
I want to spend my whole life thanking one person, that is, my mother who raised me. She is an ordinary peasant woman, but
What she taught me about being a man can inspire me for a lifetime.
When I was a freshman, I wanted to buy a Chinese-English dictionary to learn English. Mother had no money in her pocket, but she still promised to do it.
Law. After breakfast, my mother borrowed a shelf car, loaded a car with cabbage, and dragged it with me to the county seat forty miles away to sell.
It's almost noon when we get to the county seat. In the morning, my mother and I only bought two bowls of sweet potato and corn porridge. At this time, I'm starving, and I really hate it.
No buyer can take the food away at once, but my mother still bargained patiently and finally got a deal at a price of ten cents a catty.
2 10 Jin of cabbage needs to be exchanged for 2 1 yuan, and the buyer only gave it to 20 yuan. I want to eat first when I have money, but my mother says
Buy books first. This is today's business.
We went to the bookstore to ask the book price, which was eighteen dollars and twenty-five cents. After buying the book, there was only one dollar and seventy-five cents left. But mom only gave it.
I bought two biscuits with seventy-five cents change, saying that the remaining one yuan would be left to my school. Although I ate burns twice,
Cake, but by the time we walked more than forty miles home, I was already hungry. Then I remembered,
I forgot to give my mother a biscuit. She was hungry all day and pulled me 80 miles. I regret it and really want to fight.
I was shaving myself, but my mother said, "My mother has no culture, but she remembers that the teacher read Gorky's sentence when she was a child."
In other words, poverty is the best university. If you can pass this school, then
Our universities in Tianjin and Beijing will be tested by you. "Mom didn't look at me when she said this, looking at the dirt road in the distance, okay.
Like it can really lead to Tianjin and Beijing. I feel not hungry, my legs are not sore … ..
If poverty is the best university, I would say that my mother is the best tutor in my life.
I don't know how many pairs of eyes are wet under the stage. I turned around and bowed deeply to my mother with gray temples.
Bow .............. Once upon a time, there was a man whose family was very poor. She gave birth to a child and could not work. Moreover, her husband's foot is broken, and he has to take a wheelchair, so he can only live on what others have given him and her previous dishes. This kind of life is both sad and difficult. The child's name is Melissa Zhou, and her name is Melissa Zhou, because she was born in the snow.
As the days go by, Melissa Zhou will go to primary school, but her parents are very worried: their family is too poor to live, how can they afford the tuition in Melissa Zhou? Later, Melissa Zhou's parents thought that some people also gave the borrowed money to their children to pay their own tuition. So Melissa Zhou's parents began to borrow money from other people's homes every day, and came back sweating like a pig every day, even several times, until late at night.
One day, my parents went out with Melissa Zhou, and Melissa Zhou wanted to take her to borrow money. (Of course, Melissa Zhou didn't know that Mom and Dad lent her money every day, so he thought it was to make ends meet! ) But I haven't borrowed from many families. Later, my parents took Melissa Zhou to a school. It turns out that my parents took Melissa Zhou to school.
"Remember, we have to listen to the teacher when we get to school. We believe that you will definitely get good grades for us! "
On this day, Melissa Zhou's love for his parents became deeper and deeper. A few years later, Melissa Zhou grew up and worked. Melissa Zhou didn't disappoint her parents because she got good grades and went to a good school. Melissa Zhou has found another good job recently. Soon, Melissa Zhou's family became a little rich.
One day, when a thief heard these things, he immediately thought of stealing money from Melissa Zhou's house. Just then, the thief saw Melissa Zhou go out and left the door unlocked, so he rushed in, regardless of whether there was anyone at home. Unexpectedly, Melissa Zhou's family broke a leg, her father and mother. So she has been going backwards. Later, Melissa Zhou heard a thief rush into her house, so she came back at once. When she came back, she really saw a thief chopping at her parents with an axe. Melissa Zhou stopped in front of his parents without thinking, and Melissa Zhou sighed and fell to the ground. Melissa Zhou remembered that her parents had treated her like this before. She was forced to study in an environment where her family was so poor that her life was not good. Moreover, it is difficult for her parents to support themselves, so she stands in front of her parents desperately.
The thief saw that he had killed someone and ran away at once.
Ah! Melissa Zhou grew up in maternal love all his life and died in it. Her parents kept her alive, and their love made her die. What a tragedy!
Maternal love is fierce.
I clearly remember that before I was 9 years old, my parents regarded me as the apple of my eye, and my life was carefree and full of joy. But since my parents went to the hospital in Wuhan, my life is not as good as before.
It was already evening when my parents came back. To tell the truth, in my young mind, my favorite is my mother. I am eight or nine years old, and every time my mother comes back from other places, I will jump into her arms and act like a spoiled brat. However, this time, my mother didn't hold me in her arms, touch me and kiss me like before, but pulled me to my father's lap like she didn't see me, and went straight to the room. I was blindsided. ...
In the days that followed, whether I came back from school or ate at home, my mother always looked gloomy when she saw me. Even if I squeeze in front of her when she is joking with others, the smile on her face will disappear immediately like soap bubbles.
My mother hit me for the first time, more than ten days after she came back.
I came home from school at noon that day and found my mother didn't cook. I thought my mother was not at home, so I called out to her. At this time, my mother came out of the back room, her hair was loose, she scolded me maliciously, and she dragged me into the house by my arm and asked me to cook for herself. I looked at my mother with a lost expression and sobbed. I didn't know my mother actually picked up a spatula and spanked me. While fighting, she said savagely, "I won't burn, I'll teach you!" " "When she saw me motionless, she hit me with a spatula. At this time, I found that she was panting and seemed to fall. I'm starting to feel a little guilty. Maybe I made her angry, so I was busy washing rice, washing vegetables and turning on the gas. ...
In this way, under her command, I cooked for the first time.
What I don't understand is that she also incited my father to give me less money.
In the past, breakfast cost 1 yuan and Chinese food cost 1 yuan every day. From that day on, she reduced my breakfast fee to 50 cents and didn't give me any money at noon. I said I didn't eat enough breakfast, and I had to eat at least two steamed buns every morning. She said that when she was studying, breakfast was only twenty cents. She also said that she would go home for dinner when she was hungry at noon, and only give me fifty cents in the future, telling me not to ask for 1 yuan. As for the 1 yuan at noon, she thinks I shouldn't take it, because I'm going to buy snacks, which is too wasteful.
So I can only get fifty cents a day. The most uncomfortable time is noon, when other children buy some sugar and melon seeds, so I can only stand at a distance and swallow them. From then on, I hated my mother. She cut off my financial resources and separated me from my children.
My pain is far more than that. As my father works in other places, I can only stay with my mother. Several times, I cried to go with my father. My father stroked my head to comfort me. He said he was running, turning and coming back in a month.
If you can't go with your father, you will be at the mercy of your mother. After a while, my mother didn't even cook. I cried and said that I couldn't cook well. She picked up a spatula and hit me. She also scolded me: "What were you born for? You can't do this, and you can't do this. You are not even as good as a pig, dog and beast. " In this way, under her guidance, I learned to cook again.
On the day my father came back, he urged my mother to stay in the hospital, and he also asked the unit for a long vacation.
I went to see my mother on her first Sunday in hospital. Mother is infusion and has fallen asleep.
Dad walked up to her and whispered in her ear that I had come to see her. She immediately opened her eyes and asked her father to help her get up and sit down. At first there was a smile on her face, and then her face turned into Qing Wu, pointing at me:
"Get out, get out!"
Suddenly, I remembered her harshness to me. I turned my head and ran away angrily. I swear I will never want this mother again in my life.
My mother died of liver cancer three months later. I didn't shed a tear at the funeral. I won't kneel down until my father forces me to kneel on the ground.
Three years later, I had a stepmother.
Although my stepmother usually ignores me, I always think she is better than my biological mother.
I overheard the conversation between my stepmother and my father that day. My father prepared to give me 1 yuan for breakfast every day, but my stepmother said that the child should grow up and give him two yuan every day. The next day, I really got two yuan.
I began to like my stepmother, except that she increased my breakfast fee. There is another reason: I come home from school every day without making a fire to cook. Sometimes my stepmother goes to work early because she is busy with work, and always leaves me rice and vegetables. Sometimes it's leftovers, but I don't complain at all, which is many times stronger than the cold pot and cold stove when my biological mother was alive.
My relationship with my stepmother became more harmonious when she first caught a cold. She had a high fever that day. I called a doctor for her. After the blood transfusion, her spirit improved slightly. She tried to get out of bed and cook, but I stopped her. I made her a bowl of fish soup and two dishes she liked. She was very moved. In the evening, my stepmother praised me as a clever child in front of my father.
15 years old, admitted to a famous high school in the county.
Dad and stepmother are very happy. But dad is worried that the tuition has not yet been settled. Stepmother firmly said that if there is no money, we will gather together first. As long as the children can understand this book, I will try to find out how much it costs. At this time, my father suddenly patted his forehead, rushed into the room and took out a small aluminum box from the box. The box was locked. He said it was left by my mother before she died. He told me, "Before she died, your mother told me that this aluminum box can't be opened until you go to high school."
I shook my head disdainfully and turned to leave. Dad called me back angrily and said, "It's not easy for your mother to raise you one by one. No matter how much you hate her, you should have a look. "
Stepmother also said that Dad was right. Helpless, I had to walk into my room with an aluminum box. I turned the lock and opened the box.
The aluminum box is covered with several sheets of paper, and there is a passbook under the paper. I unfolded the paper, and familiar notes jumped into my eyes:
Son:
When you read this suicide note, mom has been buried underground for six years. If mom really has a soul, then even if mom tells you herself.
Do you still remember the day when your father and I came back from Wuhan, you jumped on me in a coquettish way. I really want to pick you up and give you a good kiss, but the thought of the results of the hospital examination makes my mother's heart tremble. She is terminally ill. When I was in Wuhan, your father insisted that I be hospitalized. My first thought is that my son is still young.
Mother is dying, and her son's road has just begun. I used to spoil my son so much that my mother gave him whatever he wanted. I'm worried that if my son dies, it's a bad thing to compare my mother with my stepmother. So, I made up my mind to find a way to make my son hate me, the more he hates me, the better.
How can my mother be willing to hit my son! My son is my mother's pet. You are so old, my mother has never laid a finger on my son. But in order to let my son learn to cook and live by himself, my mother picked up a spatula and hit my son. But when you went to Taomi, mom secretly shed a lot of tears. ...
In order to have a closer look at my son, I sit by his bed for hours every night when I get up to take medicine, especially spanking my son twice. I watched it on purpose. Although it is not blue, I still touch it again and again.
Son, before I died, your grandmother raised 5000 yuan to treat me, and I entrusted someone to secretly save the money. Your grandmother urged me to buy medicine several times, and I said I bought new medicine. Is this money, including interest, enough to pay for high school and college tuition? If I don't pay enough money, my son will be old enough to work and earn money.
After reading my mother's suicide note, tears blurred my eyes. I finally understand that my mother's indifference, abuse and ruthlessness are all for my future self-reliance!
I burst into tears and rushed out of the house. I ran and shouted, "Mom!" "Until the mother's grave.
I can't kneel at my mother's grave. ...
Great maternal love
When rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit strange. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her again, struggling to reach under the woman and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive."
After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that blocked her way. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. With his mother's protection, he was unharmed. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm.
The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt and prepare to do some tests. He found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor, who is used to seeing where you are going, shed tears at the moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears.
Thanks to mother, thanks to all the mothers in the world, you are the greatest and most selfless. When there is a storm in your heart, your arms are our best harbor! !