"If I am 70 or 80 years old and my mother is with me, that is the happiest thing." Do you agree?

I saw a video before, which was very touching. Zhu Boming, a 73-year-old man in Shanghai, gets up early every day, buys fresh lilies, adds some wild honey, removes impurities, and makes a bowl of fragrant and waxy lily soup for his 100-year-old mother. Zhu Lao said that it is not easy for a mother to serve her children. Now she serves her well and wants to give her the best.

Zhu Lao said in the video that such a sentence is particularly shocking: "Mom is there, and home is there. I can see her every day, and sometimes she talks about me, and I am very happy. " Yes, at this age, after the passage of time, it is a happy thing to be accompanied by my mother.

This reminds me of a little video that suddenly became very popular last year. In the video, an old mother of 107 in Shangqiu, Henan Province went to a relative's banquet, but her 84-year-old daughter didn't go that day because of leg pain. Unexpectedly, the old mother brought a piece of candy and gave it to her daughter when she came back.

Looking at the way the mother and daughter smile, I think this is the best interpretation of happiness! No matter how old you are, as long as you have a mother, you are still a child, you can rely on and you can be loved.

I have been thinking that if one day, I am seventy or eighty years old, my hair is gray and my teeth are gone, my mother can accompany me, we can chat in the sun at home, I can comb her hair, and her mouth is full of my clumsiness. This is the happiest thing!

Mom is not superman.

When I was a child, I thought my mother was omnipotent like Superman. I'm afraid of bugs. She will help me "fight". My favorite foods, fried squid with garlic and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, are always delicious. I can't learn to ride a bike, but she rides it very well.

But when I grew up, I chatted with my mother. From her mouth, I knew that she would be afraid to see bugs, but she wanted to protect me. She couldn't do any housework before, but she practiced at home for a long time before cooking good food for me. In order to get me into the best kindergarten at that time, she practiced running long distances by bike every day.

My mother was once a little girl who knew nothing, nothing. She used to be a little princess in the palm of her parents' hands. She used to be a little woman who needed to be cared for and cared for. Now, she should have responded to the sentence "women are weak and mothers are strong", and this sentence, after I gave birth to children and became a mother, is more empathetic.

Because I have become a mother, no matter how scared I am, I will be strong just because I want to protect my children.

It turns out that my mother is old.

When I was a teenager, I liked to sing along with Jay Chou: "Listen to my mother, don't let her get hurt, only if I want to grow up quickly can I protect her ..." At that time, I really thought so, let me grow up quickly, and now I have been protected by my mother; I can protect her when I grow up. Now I really grew up, but I began to regret it. Why did I grow up so quickly at that time?

I always thought it was no big deal before. My parents are still in good health, with good eyes and hands, and they are still very young. I'm still young and haven't played enough, so I can wait and reward something; It doesn't matter if you marry far away, I will always go back; I have been doing nothing all my life, and I am doomed not to make my parents proud, so I can only live my own life.

These "I thought" were shattered when I finally met my mother the other day. I found that she needs reading glasses to watch her mobile phone. She danced square dance for hours. When I come back, I will be tired to go to bed early and have more white hair on my head. The whole person looks much older. She didn't even mention it to me when she was hospitalized with high blood sugar.

I suddenly realized that my mother was getting old, and I married someone right after I graduated from college without any reward. I even married far away and didn't even know that she was ill in hospital. In an instant, guilt, sadness, sadness and self-blame are mixed.

I want to say, time, please slow down, let my mother's white hair grow slowly, let the wrinkles around her eyes crawl slowly, and let her accompany me for longer and longer ... but time still walks around at its own pace and never looks back, not listening to anyone's persuasion and begging.

Time, slow down!

In Doraemon Doraemon, there is such a touching episode: Nobita and Doraemon couldn't convince their drunken father, so they went back to the past with a time machine and brought back their dead grandmother to teach her a good lesson. Unexpectedly, my father, who is usually unsmiling, cried like a child at his grandmother.

"It's a pity for adults ... because there is no bigger' adult' than them, and there is no one who can hold them in his arms and spoil or scold them."

Lao She wrote in "My Mother": "People live to be eighty or ninety years old, and having a mother can be a little childish. Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. People with mothers have a peaceful mind. "

Mother is here, life is still there; With mother gone, there is only one way home in life. There are indeed many disappointments in the world of adults, many of which are beyond their control, but as long as there is a mother, you can be spoiled and willful, you can make yourself less powerful and have someone to rely on with peace of mind. With mom gone, we can only let everything go on our own.

I hope I can cherish the present, cherish every day with my mother, and make every day Mother's Day. As Zhu Lao said at the beginning, my mother is here and my home is there. Even if I am nagged, what's the harm?