One night in summer, Bee Peak broke into the house, terrified, and tried his best to expel it. I didn't expect it to turn around and hurt my hand with a needle-like needle. Suddenly, my hand was red, black and swollen, and there was a strong pain. I burst into tears with a "wow", and the crying continued, waking up my sleeping mother. My mother was at a loss, so she carried me to the ground in front of the building and pulled out my thorns with a flashlight.
My mother was very weak when she gave birth to me. She also had caesarean section and mastitis during lactation. In the case of giving birth to me, my mother gave me an upper body anesthetic, and my little face was very painful. But when she saw my pleasing physical and mental health, dark skin and pointed oval face, the nursing staff in the hospital outpatient department praised: "Look, everyone's children have gathered everyone's advantages and look much better than everyone!" My mother was even happier. She hugged me from the nurse and made me laugh like a child.
Less than a month after I was born, my mother began to work. She accidentally caught a cold and had a fever, and her breasts were about to explode with pain. My mother not only sweated, but also screamed "Ya Ya" in pain. When she came to the hospital clinic, the doctor operated on her, but she inserted the wrong tube, which made her chest more painful. The doctor said it needed to be removed, but dad heard that the red-heart pomelo shell could hold milk, so he looked around. In winter, every family prepares delicious food in advance, waiting for the arrival of the Spring Festival, but mother has to bear the great pain of this day alone.
My mother drank red heart pomelo water, and her chest didn't rise. However, because of lack of nutrition since childhood, she got anemia. After giving birth to me, she fell ill again and had to lie in the menstrual home for three months. At that time, her face was haggard, her hair was yellow, she was skinny, and she even had no strength to stand up.
Mom, I still remember what you made for me!
(2) Memories are like a desolate piece of music, singing that I am as young as I was in my last life. Emotional counseling relies on unreliable mothers, and almost all of them are frugal. Even in college, they don't wear shoes. I inherited her simplicity. Every time I go to school, I still wear her patched clothes and pants The teacher often accuses me: "My family is too poor. Why do you always wear such shabby clothes and trousers? I am very embarrassed. " Suddenly, my face turned red, and a feeling of injustice and bitterness came to my mind. I went home and complained to my mother. My mother listened and said, "son, we don't need much money." Diligence and thrift are traditional virtues. Let others speak! " And there's always a problem in my heart.
In recent years, my mother has a certain wealth in economic development and often helps me buy clothes and shoes. I said to my mother, "Look, when I grow up, you never help me buy new clothes." "After all, when you grow up, you have to dress appropriately. I would rather spend more money than you make fun of others! " I was a little touched at that time. When we wore corduroy with a green scarf and a pair of red and purple leather shoes and signed up for a friend's wedding banquet, we were extremely proud. When we wear an expensive beige dress embroidered with gold patterns on the chest and the white high heels on the soles of our feet thump rhythmically on the ground, we feel a lot more confident about our beauty.
There are unexpected clouds in the sky and unexpected clouds in the earth. On the eve of the college entrance examination this year, I was hospitalized and was very ill. My mother took care of me in the hospital for four and a half months. Every day, the sharp needle pricks many holes in my hand, and it is black and blue, and some places are swollen. I want to sleep after taking medicine every day, and I am confused and depressed when I wake up. My mother has to work every day, and my leg is suffering from pain because of the adverse reaction of drugs. Nothing, I'm fidgety lying in bed, reading magazines and periodicals, doing exercises and dangling on the playground. I often try my best to call my mother on the other end of the phone, and my sister has been answering the phone. He said, "* * * Busy, I'll let you call when she comes back _!" ! But five minutes later, I called again, and she didn't have time to answer.
It was raining lightly at night, and under the dim lighting effect, my mother cried for an umbrella and shivered in the air conditioner. I shouted, "mom, come back with the lyrics!" " "Hey, I'm coming!" "Look, girl, I made your favorite pancakes, green beans and fish head soup!" "Mom, my leg hurts, it hurts. Come on, let me massage! " After dinner, my mother tried the temperature with the heavy water in the wooden basin in her hand. "Well, put your leg in and I'll rub it for you!" "
Four months later, I was hospitalized. The doctor said to take medicine for life and avoid eating. Mom just told me that every afternoon when I was in the hospital, she was lying on the floor at home, with the cooling fan on, sobbing bitterly while eating steamed buns.