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My mother

When I was on the phone with a long-lost classmate and asked each other about each other’s situation, he suddenly asked me: “What have you done that touched your mother the most? ? ”

I was asked for a moment. I didn’t seem to remember or even wanted to remember whether my mother had ever been touched by anything about me. I was speechless. I was so proud of myself. My mother was an equal friend, and I boasted about how much I pleased my mother, but I suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.

My mother is on a business trip. She often travels on business, leaving me alone at home to take care of my own life. It has been many years. My character is full of independent things, and the one thing I look forward to most is to grow up to be independent, both spiritually and financially. I rarely miss her deeply, and when I answer her never-changing question "Have you missed me" with a negative answer in a somewhat deliberately angry tone, she will always half-jokingly say that I have no conscience. . It was her call again. After chatting for a while, I suddenly asked her: "In your impression, is there anything I did that particularly touched you?" She paused for a while and said, "Of course I did -" Then she talked about something that happened a long time ago, something that had never left an impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me and my father to do errands. While the errand man was talking to my father, my mother said something suggestive, which for some reason angered the errand man and started to talk to my mother. He was yelling, but before my father could stop me, I rushed in front of my mother, stood in front of her, and shouted to the person doing the work: "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." That person I was stunned, and my anger disappeared all of a sudden. I reached out to touch my head, but I was stubborn and pushed his hand away and forced my mother to go... My mother continued to tell the story, and I heard on the other end of the phone I was a little choked, and my tears kept pouring out. My mother said that this was the most touching thing she could remember. She said that when I was a child, I was very well-behaved and cute, unlike now.

I am not a good child, at least not now. I talk back to her, use some mean words to jokingly "hurt" her, and use some new words that she doesn't understand to annoy her. He was born like this, and he has long forgotten that he was once well-behaved and cute. My mother often complained that she hoped I would not grow up, so that she would not grow old and I would not be angry with her. I don’t know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that I was willing to hold my mother’s hand across the street. I was still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the street." I used to hold my mother's hand before going to bed, fearing that the devil in my dream would take me away...

I , grew up, and my mother got old. As I got older, I learned to talk back, and learned to argue with my mother about trivial matters. She always made me happy. I still remember my mother dyeing my school uniform colorful and apologizing to me like a child who had done something wrong. I still remember my mother saying in a jokingly sad tone when she saw the composition she was satisfied with, "Hey, my The article is expired." I still remember my mother crying with anger because of my ignorant rebuttal. I still remember my mother feeling chilled by my heartless words. Although after this episode in life, it was a sunny day for the two of us. , but I was worried that my mother would really feel pain and sadness, and I was afraid that she would be disappointed in me.

And me, what have I done? I am not qualified to say that I have done anything that moved my mother. I have never achieved any results that really made her happy, and I have no skills that are enough for her to show off. When she was sick, I only handed her a glass of water and some medicine. I don't even have the ability to take my mother to see a doctor. I know that the burden on my mother's shoulders is very heavy. She has to support me, who is ignorant but spends an astonishing amount of money and effort. I have heard her crying sometimes at night. My mother is not an absolute person. She is a strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me, but what have I done? My tears flowed down again disobediently. My mother said that she didn't like to see me crying all the time, but I was still so disobedient.

Am I regretful? Is it guilt? Ashamed? Is it pain? Is it sad? Is it sour? Is it suffering? Is it heartache? Both are and are not...

My mother is not kind, she beat me; my mother is not beautiful, she is old; my mother is not wordy, but she likes to listen to what others say; my mother's career is very ordinary. , she is still working hard... But my mother used strict laxity to give me a character that I am proud of; used her youth to give me growth; used her habit of listening to give me a With her sharp teeth and sharp mouth, she spent her life's hard work in exchange for everything around me...

On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked Said: "Why are you asking me this? Are you going to write some composition today? You came to me to find materials?" I laughed. I rarely write about my mother in my compositions. In my mind, that is too vulgar. , but my mother always said, why don’t you use such a good living typical material? I must be very moved if you want to write such a composition praising my mother...

I know that mothers are actually very easy to be satisfied. Just one composition can move her, as long as a caring To move her, just say "love her", you can move her, just stand in front of her and say "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her", you can move her... But when I grew up, I never gave her...

Mother, I wrote this article because I am concerned about your current situation. You are on a business trip and don’t know what you are doing. I want to tell you that I love you! Mother, am I qualified to say, qualified to tell you and tell everyone - "Everything I do touches you and makes you proud"?

Rebirth novel: "Awakening - Like Yesterday"