Mom, you have to trust me and respect me. I was hurt to pieces by others. I know your heartache, and I am very angry with myself. However, others can look down on me, but I won't look down on myself. I also need you to give me confidence. Mom, every time I go home, I can make you happy and cry. Just like when I was a child, my brother and I were like a person when we were good, but we fought like enemies, but we didn't hate our family overnight. My brother and I will never forget the pain of fighting for half an hour.
So, mom, I hope you don't get angry now. I really want to tell you this calmly, but what I said in anger has changed. Besides, dad loves you too much to dare to go against you, and you compare me with dad, which makes you even angrier. When you are not angry, you are always only willing to listen to interesting things in my work and life and expect my excellent performance. As long as I give you an opinion, your face will be flat immediately, and you will never give me a chance to say this, let alone a chance to prove myself.
So, I wrote it down, hoping to show it to you like last time and make you moved.
Mom, you have to have faith in me. You see, I am cheerful and laugh at myself. My friends are very helpful to me, my colleagues are also very kind to me, and the school leaders love me very much. I have studied cooking and have many hobbies. I care about others, feel the happiness that others need and enjoy their care. There is nothing wrong with this, but I am not mature enough in many places and have many shortcomings, and I am better than my peers.
I just got a call. It's been an hour and a half. You're not angry with me anymore. You should bring peanut lotus seed soup from home to school for me to eat. Hey, I refused, but you insisted. Here we go again, mom. Who is wrong?
Mom, listen to me.
Author: Zhao Chan Composition Source: Original hits on this site: 129 Update time: February 4, 2006
Since I entered junior high school, I have added a lot of troubles to my heart for no reason, but my little stomach has no room for so much restlessness. In countless silent nights, I always want to talk to someone.
Mom, you gave me life and a healthy body. You brought me into this world and raised me with your heart. You've done so much for me. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." I always feel guilty when I think of a poem praising my mother. I am ambitious to become a celebrity and determined to win glory for my hometown and motherland. When I was in primary school, I was always a "three-good student". My teacher encouraged me: You are smart and a lovely and promising young talent. The teacher's words moistened my heart like spring rain. After entering middle school, there are more subjects and more books to read. So, I fell in love with literature again, and even thought: one day, my "masterpiece" can be published in newspapers and magazines, but although I have ideals, I have no perseverance, and my ideals have never been realized.
Mom, your hard work and the teacher's earnest instruction made me sad and uncomfortable, but my academic performance never improved quickly. You always say to me, "Son, you are not a child anymore. You should understand your mother's pains. As long as you can make a difference, we are happy to pay more. You should take care of yourself! " Hearing this, my tears fell silently. I feel regret, guilt or shame. I am no longer an ignorant child. Why am I still so disappointing? Am I so willing to fail? No, never!
Mom, please rest assured. Now, I have realized that in my future study, I will conquer all kinds of difficulties in my study with tenacious perseverance and exchange my efforts for tomorrow's glory.
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Mom, are you listening to me?
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Author: Quiet reporter Johnny Source [Liaoxi Business Daily] Release date: 2003.05438+0. 1 1.
Mother passed away six months ago.
In the past six months, I have thought of her more than in the past 30 years. Especially when I am in trouble, I will think of her first. In fact, even if she is by my side, it can't help me. I just want her to stand behind me, say nothing and do nothing, just look at me and let me take care of her.
I miss her so much now. I didn't even say "mom" seriously when she was here. What makes me feel guilty is that I vaguely hate her.
My mother was 40 when I was born. Because of the age gap, maybe my personality is the beginning. I seldom communicate with her, don't spoil her, and don't tell her the truth. She never blames me or scolds me like other people's mothers.
When I was a child, I often wondered why my mother was so old. In the composition about wishes, my wish is to have a young mother, who is in charge of and hurt by her like other children.
/kloc-when I was 0/2 years old, I went to menstruation's house in Lanzhou, and the already distant mother-daughter relationship was pulled further.
1989 I went back to Jinzhou from Lanzhou to work, fall in love and get married. I hope she can give me guidance and help like other people's mothers. On my wedding day, I came out of the house crying. This marriage was not what I expected, but the whole family didn't object, so I married him naturally.
Growing up, I never told anyone about my family, my parents or even my best friend. In the eyes of others, I have a very complicated family. In fact, my home is the same as others', including my biological parents and my closest brothers and sisters. Seeing other people's families live in harmony, I will be particularly envious. I think that if I have a family of my own in the future, I will make my family full of love, love my family and love my children.
God did not take special care of me because of my desire for love. On the contrary, I will suffer. My mother was with me when the child died. She didn't speak, but she was in tears. In her tears, I feel that she loves me, but I just don't know how to express it.
Divorce. I moved to the dormitory.
Gross. Lying alone in an empty dormitory, I suddenly miss my mother. It turns out that she has always had a place in my heart, and I am ignoring it intentionally or unintentionally.
Occasionally touching didn't bring substantial changes to our relationship. Times have changed, and I am as cold as ever to her.
My mother was paralyzed in bed in the last two years of her life. At that time, I had the ability and time to stay with her and take care of her, but I didn't do that. Instead, I hired a nanny for her and just went home from time to time to buy something for her.
Once, I saw that the nanny was in a hurry to feed her, so I took over the rice bowl and fed her slowly, showing that my mother was very happy because of this little thing. I suddenly felt very sorry for her and wanted to stay and take care of her, but I didn't have the courage to stay and finally left. Maybe we've been estranged for too long, and I can't adapt to this closeness for a while. In the eyes of others, I am a very kind person. Why was I so cruel to my mother?
Every time I go home, my mother who has lost her language ability due to illness always looks at me quietly. Wherever I go, her eyes follow me. If I stay for one night, I can feel the happiness in her heart without any expression on her face. But I didn't make her happy and rarely stayed.
I went home on the 29th of the Spring Festival in 2002 and fled back the next day. I wrote in my diary that day: Facing my bedridden mother and nagging father, I can't stay at home at all.
What I can't forgive myself most is that I thought my mother was dying, and she was relieved, and everyone was relieved. Then blame yourself, how can you have such a sinful idea.
My mother held my hand until she died. She can't speak and has no expression. She just looked at me and cried for three days and nights. My life's indifference and unfamiliarity were dissolved at that moment, but it was too late, and I had no chance to remedy it.
I often think of her in the past six months, and I burst into tears unconsciously. Recalling every detail of the past, my mother's love poured into every look and action, but the way of love was different from what I expected, and I stubbornly avoided it. It's not that she doesn't want to give me advice, but that she has no ability and can't express it.
I can especially understand my parents' feelings now. They don't need children to honor them. As long as they see that their children are doing well, they will be satisfied. But I didn't do such a simple thing. She wanted me to accompany her, so I avoided it. She wants me to have a stable life, but my life is a mess. If there is no if, there is no chance to do it again.
It pains me to see young people around me impatient with their parents or yelling at them. Although they are unintentional, if one day, it will be the reason for their regret.
It's too late for me to understand all this. I hope people who have read my story can make fewer mistakes as I do.
Say something I never said to my mother before she died: I love you, mom! ! !
Mom, please listen to me. On February 23rd, 2004 +05: 25: 29.
Mom, mom,
Don't be so loud,
My ears are so scared.
Mom, mom,
You are so tall,
Can you lean down,
Talk to me?
Mom, mom,
Don't raise your fist so high,
Don't be so depressed,
I won't fight with you.
Mom, mom,
I can't help it if you want to be angry.
I can only give you a cup of tea,
And call you good mom.
Mom, mom,
Be your son,
It's hard for me, too
I like to train people with iron courage,
You asked me to learn to draw.
The teacher only taught me to fold handkerchiefs,
Teach me to draw ducks,
The teacher said I drew very well,
Brought me a little red flower.
But I was thinking about little Nezha.
Mom, mom,
I also want to be a good boy,
I don't want to be scolded,
I'm trying to grow up,
You see, you see,
I wipe my tears myself.
Mom, mom,
I was a little annoyed.
Why didn't the Monkey King fight monsters?
Why does the Monkey King always have reinforcements?
Why did my savior tell me to go away?
My pinball policeman, why hasn't he played yet?
Why do you always sleep during the day? You want to drag me to sleep with you?
Why do you have to knock on the keyboard when you should sleep at night?
I have long forgotten that you hit me.
But why doesn't your face shine?
I'm Yu Yu! It's your daughter who missed you all night-Duan Yuxuan!
Mom, have you forgotten me? Why don't you come back to see me? Did you know last night? I fell asleep early, just to see you in my dream, but when I got up this morning, I heard my grandfather say to my grandmother, why did Yuyu cry when she slept last night? Mom, you know what? This must be a dream about you. Who says children have no memory? Mom, I see you! Really, it's just, it's just that you are with those big brothers and sisters and ignore me ... Mom, don't you want me anymore?
Mom, you know what? I can walk smoothly now, and my grandparents are chasing after my ass all day. If I'm not careful, haha! I escaped from their surveillance. A few days ago, I walked down the steps too fast. And I fell down. Mom, my elbow still hurts. Mom, I'm sorry I worried you again. I promise to be careful in the future!
Mom, my neighbor's little brother went to grandma's house with his mother yesterday. When shall we go? I remember that the last time we went was in July 10, and I missed my grandmother, too. Isn't grandma's house less than two miles from here? We can go with dad during the National Day holiday! Oh, no, mom, the school must make up lessons again. Damn it! Mom, when shall we go?
Mom, will dad come back to see me this weekend? Every time I come back, I will bring me delicious food, and my little brothers and sisters in the neighborhood are envious. I know mom bought it carefully for her baby! Actually, I envy them. They can be spoiled in their mother's arms, they can treat their father like a big horse, but they can't. Every time grandpa said behind my back, "sell her!" " "Guess what I said, my mother will never guess. I said, "sell grandpa! ".
Mom, should adults keep their word, but you don't. Didn't you say you were going to take me to the "little angel" to take art photos? Am I not an "angel" in your heart? You have promised me for two months. Mom lied! Mom, are you angry? Why don't we take pictures when you come back, ok? Yuyu must listen to her grandparents at home and concentrate on waiting for her mother to come back!
Mom, it's raining, and I can't go out to play, so I have to stay indoors to play. I'm tired of playing with those building blocks and small toys. I've watched the children's songs on the disc for more than a hundred times, mom. Do you know? I can speak some simple English words, and I can sing The Swallow in New Clothes. If you don't believe me, I know you don't believe me. I am the wisdom of my parents! I'll tell you when you come back! Grandpa said I was a genius, don't you believe it? Hum!
Mom, I'm going to bed. Grandma is tired of playing with me. My eyelids are almost glued together. I want to rest!
Mom, kiss me, my good mother! ! !
Mom, listen to me.
Today is the birthday of our motherland. Mom, I know you are worried about me now. Mom, listen to me: the army is a big school, and my son is hungry, traveling and fighting in this ocean of knowledge. The clothes, food, shelter and transportation in the barracks are taken care of, and life in the barracks is full of sunshine and joy.
Mom, I know you're thinking about me right now. Mom, listen to me: your child's heart is always in your mother's heart, and your mother's heart is deeply buried in your child's heart, forever and ever, all the time. Dear mom, take care of yourself. My son deeply remembers your entrustment. Not afraid of borders, not afraid of many dangers; Not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of rough roads. My son clenched his gun and made up his mind to serve his mother and motherland.
Mom, I know you are looking at me right now. Mom, listen to me: I am a dove of peace released by you, soaring under the blue sky and shining in the starlight, solemn and happy. Mom, did you see that? Blue sky, white clouds, mountains and water, rivers and rivers; The bustling cities and beautiful villages are so warm in the sun and so quiet under the starlight.
Mom, I know, you must have seen me on the August 1st flag. Mom, listen to me: the flag flies like a soldier saluting the motherland, and the flag hunts like a son singing for his mother. Under the banner of the army, we are marching neatly and spirited, and military songs are flying on the flag.
Mom, I know, you must have seen me on the five-star red flag. Mom, listen to me: the beauty of the motherland will always be in my son's heart, and the rivers of the motherland will always flow in his heart. I stand on the sentry post in the frontier, always bearing in mind the entrustment of the motherland. No matter how cold or hot, I only have the spring of my motherland in my heart.
Dear mother, you can rest assured that the Great Green Wall is getting stronger and stronger, and I am the green touch; The motherland is prosperous under the protection of the Great Wall, and the Great Wall is persistent under the care of the motherland. Listen, the Great Wall is saying to the motherland: Don't worry, dear mother, if anyone dares to disrespect you at all, we will immediately attack and kill him. Mom, please listen to me: we pay tribute to you with sweat, blood and life, forever, forever. Today is the birthday of our motherland. Mom, let's sing together. Mom, please listen to me. ...