A message on Mother's Day

All the glory and pride in the world comes from the mother. Golgi

For a long time, I have been writing things to my mother. When those poems praising and eulogizing my mother came into my sight, the image of my mother, which was eroded by the years and carved by time, flashed repeatedly in my mind. When the tolerant, selfless, tear-jerking maternal love plot is fixed on the TV screen, my mother's melancholy, haggard, rare smile will appear in my eyes. When the streets and alleys of the small town met the back of those mothers walking, my first reaction was that once I had a free time, I would never miss spending more time with my mother who had passed her prime years.

Mother's Day is approaching, think of the 30 years I stumbled through, but also accompanied by my mother's thousands of advice and worries. Think about myself again. My mother has never entered the end of my pen except that when I was a child just to finish the composition of "my mother" assigned by the teacher. and now, after all, the words flowing on the tip of my pen are bought by my mother with her youth and blood and tears in the vicissitudes of life. I dare not think about it any more. my mother's health has gone from bad to worse in recent years, and medicine has become inseparable from her like three meals a day. I can't imagine how my mother has suffered those sleepless nights tortured by illness in a foreign land.

My mother can't read much, but she is as wise and wise as most of the mothers around her, and her weak and thoughtful personality has a great influence on the formation of my character. Although I have encountered a lot of stumbles in the journey of life over the years, I have benefited a lot from the temperament I have learned from my mother.

On the other hand, the mother's sometimes strong and stubborn personality made our mother angry and shed a lot of tears for the three of us over the years, which may also add a lot of trouble to the mother who had a bad heart, and times have changed. now when we think about it, we also regret our paranoia. Why should we let our mother down by being serious with our mother?

Now, in order to survive, for that busy and hard work, we have no time to take care of our young children. it is the mother who gladly took over the burden that we should have shouldered. It was the mother who gave up the last time of her old age without hesitation and embarked on the second arduous journey of raising her life with pride. I can't forget the time of visiting relatives when I get together more and less, and I can't forget the muddy tears in my mother's eyes every time I leave home.

Dante, the greatest poet in Italy, said: there is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of the mother. Indeed, no matter where we are, our mother's call for our life is always familiar with our ears, and our mother's unswerving expectations for us are always clearly imprinted in our hearts. Sheep have the grace of kneeling milk, crows have the meaning of back-feeding, Meng Zong has cried bamboo shoots, Lu Ji has the feelings of bereaved relatives, mother, did you hear that the child is getting closer and closer to you now!

This is my mother, an ordinary and great mother, a strong and stubborn mother, a mother who makes me miss more and more now!

Author: Yu Ping