Walking alone in the embrace of spring, feeling the unique warmth of this spring, the comfort in my heart is indescribable; casually strolling in the sea of flowers on the streets, looking at the warm distant mountains and sky, my heart The joy overflowed uncontrollably.
As spring approaches, Women’s Day has quietly arrived. Looking at the joyous scenes in the streets and alleys, I walked around with the unknown emotion in my heart, and gradually walked out of the bustling and noisy city and came to the suburbs. Looking sideways, I found that the tender grass had secretly emerged from the soil and was swaying in the spring breeze. Xiaocao, Xiaocao, do you also know my thoughts and come here to dance with me? Looking at the spring scenery in my eyes, I couldn't help but fall down on the grass, stretch myself lazily, and murmur to myself: It's great to be a woman!
When I was a little kid, because all of them were naughty and trouble-making, they were always so difficult to tame. Looking at my brothers who often caused trouble, my mother always looked at them helplessly. The neighbor who came to the house to ask questions made me smile and say nice things, which gave my mother a headache. As the only daughter in the family, I have been doted on by my mother since I was a child because of my quiet temperament, cuteness, and support from my trouble-making brothers. She often dresses me up as beautiful as a flower and takes me out to proudly show off to the neighbors. My colleague showed off that this was my mother’s beautiful and adorable baby. At that time, I felt that it was great to be his* baby, and it was great to be his* daughter!
When I went to school and grew up, because of my good academic performance, because I was smart, and because I was considerate, there were many boys around me, and my brothers were all my loyal bodyguards. I always protect my younger sister and never let my younger sister suffer any injustice. My brothers do all the dirty work at home. Even on duty at school, my brothers always take turns to help me. Seeing my brothers take good care of me and care about me meticulously, I couldn't help but feel happy: it's great to be their sister!
When I grew up, I fell in love, and I had a regular Prince Charming by my side. As a flower protector, his love for me can be said to be doting. I never knew that loving someone would be like that. So sincere, so focused, so infatuated, with him by my side, I never feel like it will be cloudy or rainy, because he is my barometer all year round. With him by my side, I never know what sorrow is, because he is the source of my happiness. I cuddled up in his arms stupidly and crazily, smiling sweetly: It’s great to be a woman, and even better to be his girlfriend!
I got married and became my husband’s wife. I am careless and often make a mess at home. Sometimes I forget to put the insoles on my shoes. When my husband found out, he saw that I refused to change my insoles despite repeated admonitions, so I developed a habit of baking my insoles on the heating pad before going to bed every day. The first thing I did when I got up the next day was to put the insoles on my shoes so that my feet would be comfortable all day long and never catch a cold. Looking at the bright and clean windows at home, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, looking at the happy smile of my lover, looking at my husband cooking by himself on my birthday, clumsily learning to cook my favorite braised fish for me, looking at the sweat on my husband’s head and face, looking at My eyes were moist with my husband's satisfied eyes. I hugged my husband's waist, which was still wearing an apron, and put my face on his broad back. It felt so beautiful: it's great to be a woman, and it's the best thing to be his woman. good! After becoming a mother, as the child grows up day by day, he can walk, talk, call mother, memorize and count. The feeling of satisfaction is self-evident. I see my child becoming more and more sensible day by day. I see my child growing up day by day. He can wash socks, fold quilts, and wash dishes. He can even dry clothes for me when I am doing laundry. He looks considerate and sensible. Looking at the thrifty and studious child, and then looking at the certificates for outstanding students in the book, a sense of pride arose spontaneously: It’s great to be a woman, and it feels so good to be his *!
In this life, the family affection and love I have are the greatest wealth in my life. If there is an afterlife, I would still like to be a woman, because it feels so good to be a woman! My Women's Day: International Women's Day, this is the most common holiday for women all over the world. The work unit pays the female comrades money and sends them out to travel. It is a joyous scene with dancing birds and swallows dancing and joy.
But for us old men, March 8th is no different from March 7th and March 6th. Those who should go to work still go to work, those who should eat still eat, and those who should sleep Still sleeping, nothing unusual. On the contrary, the majestic and bright office building has lost the chatter of female compatriots, and it is much quieter, so I can calm down and do some things and think about problems.
I’m starting to write something, and here it is, haha, it’s interesting, so I’d like to share it with you.
The content is: Happy holidays! Although you are not a woman, after thinking about it, after all, you have made your girlfriend happy before, so it should be considered a women's product.
So I also wish you a happy Women’s Day!
TNND, you said these people really dare to think. Originally, men today feel lonely, but they still made up such a paragraph to ridicule men. Is this obviously making you angry?
I was about to adjust the code and hit K, and this guy came again:
"When Women's Day is approaching, I want to fight behind my wife, scared, on tenterhooks, bullying. I would like to extend my holiday greetings to the leaders and brothers who are secretive and sneaky, but still have to smile when they go home! At the same time, I would also like to extend my holiday greetings to the comrades working above the mistress and Xiaomi. You have worked hard, and you have done everything for me! In the land reclamation business of the motherland, you work day and night and all night long, working hard in the dark without seeing the light of day, sweating for a long time but never getting tired of it. Your hard-working spirit is worth learning. In order to win a smile from a beauty, you work hard, exhaust yourself, and even risk jail time. You work selflessly in dangerous situations, your spirit of sacrifice is worth learning from us..."
What a mess! Our works should inspire and influence people. Don’t these things teach bad people like us? He has become an instigator! Not good, not good.
However, upon closer inspection, this thing does have some cultural elements in it, and it is in line with the "three closenesses" (closeness to reality, closeness to life, and closeness to the public) in our party's propaganda work. It can be definitely said that this is completely guided by the important thought of "" and the product of the spirit of the Sixth Plenary Session of the 16th Central Committee of the Party. It has cultivation and self-cultivation. After the local guidance has been completed, I will be able to write materials by then.
Haha, besides, not everyone can summarize this! What is the essence of ""? Isn’t it meant to represent the interests of the broadest public? What the public needs is what we should do, what the public likes to hear and see is what they need, and we should give praise and affirmation. Collect the complete network
Just don’t care. Just do whatever you have to do, anyway, I will never return to my master, let alone this kind of entertainment.
The female compatriots went out to play and took away the work bus. When they got off work, they had to take the Jinbei Bread police car.
In the evening, it was still cooking, doing homework, reading, playing mahjong online and going to bed. March 8 passed like this. Women are like flowers (written on Women’s Day) This is a sunny day. I like such a bright spring day. Walking quietly in the streets of the city, among the people passing by, looking at the women in bloom, such a day makes me feel happy. Women are more beautiful, blooming quietly like flowers in spring. It is women who dress up the world. Watching the world's colorful clothes, colorful and colorful, like a hundred flowers blooming, is dazzling and dizzying. Watching the beauties of the world, all kinds of charming and charming, like flowers in bloom, makes people's hearts sway, and I talk about it and become a teenager. . It is said that women are like flowers, because women's youth is fleeting, just like the flowering period is short. "Once the spring is gone, the beauty grows old, and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it." There is a kind of woman who is like an orchid in an empty valley, quietly blooming, admiring her solitary beauty. Although women are known by their scent, few people know a woman with this refined temperament. Her nobility makes her reserved and unassuming. Only those who know her, understand her and love her can enjoy her softness and affection. At the same time, she is fragile. A small disaster will cause her beauty to lose color and her petals to fall off. Therefore, those who love orchids must take good care of them. It is said that women are like flowers, because a woman with a delicate face is as charming as a flower. "Light make-up makes you look enchanting, but heavy make-up is always suitable." Or it may be like a peony, which is elegant, beautiful and luxurious, but its aloofness can be seen from a distance, so you should not approach it easily; or it may be like a rose, which is delicate and charming, with its thorns It will also make anyone who wants to blaspheme her return with injuries; or it may be like a lotus that is holy and elegant, quiet and beautiful, "coming out of the mud but not stained, washing the clear lotus without being evil", which can only be viewed from a distance but not played with. These flower-like women are pleasing to the eye and emotional to look at, but it takes a lot of trouble and painstaking efforts to get them. Noble women are only on the other side. More women are unknown flowers that bloom silently. Some bloom in the open mountains and experience the baptism of wind and rain day and night; some may wither prematurely due to the harsh environment; or they may be picked at will by ignorant passers-by. Weared in the hair, placed in a vase, they eventually withered and died because they had no roots and no soil; some bloomed in deep valleys. Although the flowers were beautiful, no one appreciated them. In her most glorious days, there were no flowers. A person who loves her, cherishes her, and pities her can only admire himself and live a lonely life; some are open on the high mountains, lonely and beautiful, but because the road is difficult and dangerous, they are out of reach, which makes people prohibitive; and some are unable to withstand the wind and frost. Destroyed by snow and rain, it never bloomed throughout its life. When walking among women and listening to their words, I often wonder, what kind of flower is she? Why does the pear blossom look sad despite the rain? And why does his face look haggard, like yesterday’s flower? Those who are proud of the spring breeze are like peach blossoms welcoming the spring, and those who are powerful are like peonies competing in beauty. "One flower, one world", every woman has her own unique charm. But how many people can really get close to the heart of a flower and listen to a woman’s voice? Who can give a woman eternal beauty and eternal charm?
When you see a woman, you can’t help but think of the man behind her. Women need love to nourish them. Has that man nourished her like a flower? I remember taking a bus one day. The bus was crowded. After getting off the bus, a woman coming from the countryside to the city exclaimed that her bag had been stolen. When the man heard this, he immediately became furious and used all his filth and filth in public. He scolded his woman with such language.
It was sad enough to have her bag stolen, but then she was scolded so harshly by her man. The woman's face turned pale and she burst into tears. How could such a flower not wither prematurely? In chatting with some female friends, I often see them reveal their disappointment in marriage. The man who once loved her so madly has gradually turned a blind eye to her. There are no longer lingering love words, no gentle hugs, and even Yu no longer remembers her birthday, their wedding anniversary, and this festival that belongs to all women. On these special days, she no longer receives gifts full of love from him. The women walk through it in disappointment. Year after year, the flower of love withers in women's expectations. Women are naturally romantic, but men often say this is vanity. In fact, this little vanity is just to find out whether the man still remembers him. A gentle word, which only takes a few seconds, is enough to make his woman extremely tender, but many men are unwilling to say it; a small gift, which does not have to be expensive, can make his woman smile like a flower, but many men Don't bother to do it. Marriage becomes dull, like a pool of stagnant water, and the woman, the flower, also changes color and shrinks because there is no sunshine and moisture for a long time... Women are like flowers, and men should be leaves. With the leaves as a foil, women are the flowers. Only then will you not be lonely and you will be fuller. A woman is like a flower, and a man should be the one who protects the flowers. He is like the spring breeze, gentle and kind, making his woman always full of vitality and bright and dazzling. He is like summer rain, sweet and penetrating, making his woman ever-changing and graceful. He is like the autumn frost, strong and serious. , let his woman listen to his teachings quietly and be gentle and elegant; he is like the winter sun, warm and gentle, making his woman radiant and brilliant. On this special day of March 8th, I wish all women to be as charming as flowers, as delicate as flowers, as brilliant as flowers, and as gentle as flowers. May all men love flowers, pity them, cherish them and protect them. Happy Women's Day article: The buds of March bloom with the first blush of early spring, and the poems of new women interpret the excitement of progress; through the emotions flowing in the streets and alleys, we feel the gentle breeze of the festival; women are no longer The embellishment of the world makes the arms of women and men equally strong. On the occasion of the March 8th Festival, on behalf of all the boys in Class 8 of Senior High School, I would like to extend my holiday greetings to the sisters in the class who are married, those who are preparing to get married, and the sisters who are not yet married, and I wish you all the best. Sisters and sisters, be happy in the days to come! happy forever!
Time flies, years flow, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye. I think back then, it was you who held up half the sky of our class and won many honors for our class. Looking at today, you With your own actual actions, you have made amazing achievements and fully demonstrated your style. These all show that you are smart and wise; your thoughts are open and active; your spirit is open-minded and optimistic. Upward; the pursuit is endless, and the power is powerful; both prove that you are great. You use your own delicacy, intelligence, spirit and strength to continue to write the miracles and glory of Class 3 and Class 8. We used to be proud of Class 3 and Class 8, but now we are even more proud of you!
Economic development must not be at the expense of destroying the environment, and the development of the times must not be at the expense of forgetting traditions. In order to better inherit and develop the ancient culture of the Chinese nation, we must thoroughly implement the guiding ideology of "Three Clusters and Four Virtues" and further strengthen women's moral, behavioral, and self-cultivation standards based on the principles of "difference between inside and outside" and "men are superior to women." Code of conduct, create a good image of women in my class, and put forward the following expectations:
1. Love your husband (boyfriend), resolutely obey your husband (boyfriend), and support all decisions of your husband (boyfriend) .
2. Be loyal to your husband (boyfriend), never betray your husband (boyfriend), and prevent yourself from having any philandering thoughts. Collection network
3. Comprehensively improve one's own quality, regularly participate in on-the-job training, meet the second-level chef standard in cooking skills, and be able to master the four major Chinese cuisines, housekeeping four-star hotel standards and traditional massage and other techniques of the motherland. .
4. After marriage, you should adhere to "one center, two basic points", that is, take the family as the center, and take the husband and children as the center points.
5. After marriage, you should take the initiative to undertake housework, pick up and drop off the children, and other tasks, and should not delay or fail to perform them for any reason.
6. Adhere to the two lines of income and expenditure. Monthly wages, bonuses and other income must be handed over in time. No resistance or omission is allowed. It is strictly prohibited to set up a small treasury privately. Daily expenses must be paid by the husband on a daily basis. Transfers, advances, and private withholdings are not allowed. The husband has the right to know and the right to audit. Other household expenses are the responsibility of the husband.
7. In any aspect of the family or any issue, the principle must be to obey a superior (that is, absolutely obey the husband’s decision).
And other technologies. Continuously improve cooking skills (at least proficient in the four major Chinese cuisines), housekeeping (5-star hotel standards), and massage points in traditional medicine of the motherland. Wife, I love you in this way: My wife and I don’t have the warmth of flowers in front of the moon, the lingering love of small bridges and running water, the romance of bright moonlight and sparse stars, or even the love between men and women. It was during our most difficult times that we held our arms together, faced the storms of the world together, and bore the hardships of life together. Mother's Day, Women's Day, wedding anniversaries, and my wife's birthday have no special meaning in our family. I have never given my wife a bouquet of roses, a piece of chocolate, or a piece of birthday cake. , and never even said a word of blessing to her.
Our birthdays were organized by our daughter after she grew up. I remember that in the late autumn of that year, my wife developed chronic pneumonia from a cold. People in the village said that it would be best to go to the county town for a comprehensive examination to diagnose the condition and provide treatment. Our village was fifteen kilometers away from the county seat. There was no transportation at the time. My neighbor and I borrowed a wheelbarrow and pushed my wife to the county seat. After completing various inspections, I pushed her back. I remember saying at the time that if I could eat two oranges a day, it would be very beneficial to the recovery of the disease. Two oranges a day is really nothing now, but at that time, it was indeed a big problem, but I overcame all kinds of problems. Difficulty, insist on allowing my wife to eat two oranges every day. Once, she said to me, "You can eat one too." I said, "I'm fine, why eat him?" The wife said, "If you don't eat it, I won't eat it either." I had to say, OK, I'll give it a try. I picked up an orange and pretended to have something to do and went to the kitchen. I put the orange down, took an orange peel, walked back and said, OK, it tastes pretty good. After a while, I pushed her to the county again and said that she was recovering well. I also suggested that she brush her teeth with anti-inflammatory Chinese herbal toothpaste every night before going to bed to keep her breath fresh, which is good for the lungs. Very beneficial. In fact, neither of us has the habit of brushing our teeth before going to bed at night. In order for her to brush her teeth every night, I also brush her teeth every night. Before I brush her teeth, I pour her mouthwash, squeeze the toothpaste onto the toothbrush, and hand it to her hand. On, I watched her finish brushing before I brushed it. One time, she came back from the night shift. It was already 12 o'clock at night. She didn't want to brush her teeth because it was too troublesome. She didn't listen no matter what I said. I had to get up, put on clothes, put on mouthwash, and squeezed out the toothpaste. Put it on the toothbrush and put it in front of her. She said angrily and funnyly, "You, there's really nothing I can do about you." Now that we are both retired, because she is not in good health, I always take care of her. Sometimes she would say apologetically that it was me who had caused trouble for you, and you could not participate in tours organized by your work unit with other old comrades. You can’t go to the activity station every day. I said, no, being able to see you every day and serve you every day is my greatest happiness. You must take good care of yourself and never deprive me of my right to serve you. Collect Daquan Network Mom, I love you in my own way. My mother is a typical oriental woman, smart, virtuous, willing to dedicate everything to her family, her husband, and her daughter. She puts all her energy into building a family. superior. But I am not a good boy in the traditional sense. I have been unwilling to blindly obey my parents' opinions since I was a child. I always stick to my own principles and always hope to follow my own path. Because I have always believed that more often than not, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often had conflicts over this, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with her maternal tolerance. Maybe I can't fulfill the traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way. I think for parents, it is their greatest wish for their children to be truly happy and live. Although living according to my parents' wishes can make them happy for the time being, if I cannot achieve true happiness, they will still feel sad for me in the long run. So even though it often gives my mother a headache, I still have to go my own way. Maybe it was painful at first, but when I succeeded, my mother was happier than anyone else. She knew that her child had really grown up. My mother is a very ingenious person. She can do any housework easily, and cooking is even better. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any of this gene. As a child. I have also worked hard to learn various kinds of knitting, embroidery, sewing, etc. I promise that I study hard every time, but in the end, my mother has to help me clean up the tragedy every time. After countless failures, my mother finally gave up on training me to inherit her legacy. How I wish I could knit a sweater for my mother with my own hands, but I can’t even knit a rag; how I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mother’s shirt, but unfortunately I would only break my fingers; how I wish I could I could sew a skirt for my mother, but unfortunately the skirt turned into a rag in the end. How I wish I could cook by myself and make a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can’t even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter, and I cannot think of other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her mother's hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream, and face cream for my mother. I hope that time will not take away her beauty, and I hope that hard work will not make her hands dry and cracked. Maybe what I do is not as good as those famous brands, but my mother feels my thoughts and understands my efforts. Holding my mother's no longer rough hand, thinking about what my mother has done for me, I feel that I have done too little. Although my mother will not read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can’t express it, my love can be felt by my mother. Although there are few things I can do for my mother, everything It's all sincere. Mom, I can only love you silently in this way: Many times, I don’t want to touch the memories of the past, otherwise I will find that I am still scarred, as if I should forget everything, and everything about that time The memory resurfaced because of this theme. My mother is an out-and-out housewife with an ordinary appearance and some education. She married my father when she was not yet twenty years old.
To this day, I still can’t understand what kind of feelings my mother and father have for each other. People in that era often settled on the words of a matchmaker for a lifetime. They never loved each other, but it was still a lifetime.
My mother always said that she had a busy life, and she didn’t even have time to live, grow, old, sick, or die. No matter at home or outside, she was always busy and hardworking. No one can express the hardship and sadness in these words more than me. know! All the reasons are because of my dad! Collect Daquan.com My father has been grumpy, paranoid, and typical of male chauvinism since he was young. He often gets into trouble. For the smallest trivial things, my mother will be beaten and scolded by him. In front of my father, my mother has always lowered her eyebrows. It was pleasing to the eye, and she accompanied her cautiously, but she didn't dare to say a word, for fear of attracting more beatings... Once my mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she drank pesticide in the middle of the night. I still don't dare to ask why, but I just I vaguely remember the screams and convulsions in the house at that time, and the panic. Although my mother was saved in the end, my father's temperament did not change.
At that time, when I was young, I often hid aside in fear. In my heart, I hated my father, his irritability, his lawlessness, and even more, his inhumanity towards my mother. Every time I heard When my mother secretly said that she was no longer with my father, I was filled with joy and naively hoped that they would get divorced soon, because then my mother would not suffer so much. But in the end, my mother still couldn't let go of my sister and me. For the sake of this family and for the sake of The child, she spared no effort in silently giving, could bear all the sadness and pain, but could not get divorced! So, in the years to come, what followed was countless midnight nights when I was carried by my mother through the long, dark mountain road and bumpyly ran back to my grandma’s house; there were also countless tossing and turning nights, I saw my mother sobbing silently with her head buried in the quilt. So I hated myself, hated that I couldn’t grow up quickly, hated that I wasn’t a boy, couldn’t protect my mother, couldn’t stand up for my mother to stop my father’s evil deeds!
My mother didn’t allow me to hate my father! Yes, she told me that my father was actually good at heart, but his bad temper determined what he did. The premature death of his parents, the fact that he had not studied for a few years, and the hardships and ups and downs of life made him even more miserable. I tasted the hardships of life too early... I believe what my mother said, because my father would regret it every time, but he couldn't control himself when his temper got up.
My father is a tiger at home, autocratic and will take it out on my mother if he doesn’t get what he wants. My mother must listen to what he says and do what he tells me. If he wants to find something, he can’t wait for a moment. , the mother must find it immediately. If he is angry and refuses to eat, the mother must persuade, coax, and feed him like a child, otherwise none of us will dare to eat the meal with chopsticks. When I grew up, I was stubborn and stubborn and could not tolerate such a family environment. I escaped from this and wanted to run away from home many times. I vowed never to return to this home that made me sad and shed tears. At that time, I didn’t know how my mother was. Worried about me, until that day I once again had an argument with my father for my mother. My father shouted at me to get out of the house, and my mother held me tightly and cried and refused to let me go. Facing my heartbroken mother with tears streaming down her face, she almost Hysterical, I suddenly realized that I could no longer fight my father like this. If I left, my mother would be so sad, and my father would take it out on her. I could leave, but it would only be my mother who would suffer. Poor mother, I have to admit my mistake to my father. No matter what, I can't leave this home! I know that my father still loves me, but his authoritarian ideas must not allow his children to resist him. Just like my mother has been obedient to him all her life, we must do the same! In my father's mind, I always think that I am my mother's sky. It is my blessing that my mother married him. Without my father, my mother would have to live a life of hard work in farming like other rural women. . Facing such a father, I feel more resentment. It is clearly his unreasonable, yet so overbearing and unreasonable fallacy! How could he understand how difficult it was for his mother? How had he ever bothered at all about matters at home and outside the home? For decades, my mother has been like a spinning top, struggling to support the family with her thin shoulders. How can I be without my mother at home and outside the home? It has been a habit for many years, whether it is my father or me. With my sister, the first thing I did when I entered the house was to look for my mother, and the first words I said were "Mom". When my mother was not at home, the whole family was at a loss. My father didn't know where the clothes he changed every day were placed, or where the light switch was. He didn't know how to use any kitchen utensils, and he didn't even know how to take the medicine he took every day. But even so, he still won't admit his dependence on his mother, and he feels at ease with his mother's warmth, but he doesn't take it seriously! Or, as long as his mother is by his side, he will never understand how important her is to him! For many years, my mother has served my father hard-working, but my father has never known how to feel sorry for my mother. My mother has coronary heart disease and often has chest tightness, let alone being angry. But in such a family environment, how can she not be angry? She knows that she She couldn't get sick, so even if she was sick, she would secretly find some medicine and take it, fearing that her father would blame her and get angry if he found out.
"After so many years, I still don't know what your father's temper is. I'm used to it." My mother always said this calmly, which made me feel heartbroken. This is my mother. I have suffered all my life, but I still can't think about myself. One drop mother! Nowadays, my mother has become increasingly haggard and old, and my retired father’s temper has also changed. Now that I have grown up and have a family, I gradually no longer have hatred and have learned to give in and be tolerant. I know that there are still many responsibilities in life waiting for me to bear. For this family, for my mother, I can only silently treat you with kindness and filial piety a thousand times, ten thousand times, to love and repay you, my dear mother! Also on such a spring afternoon, I shed tears quietly thinking of my mother's hardships over the years. Articles about Women's Day: It's Women's Day again. Thinking about my mother getting one year older, I feel an inexplicable sadness in my heart. I always feel that I am still a child and there is still a long way to grow up, but I never thought My mother has grown old slowly in her own willfulness and vanity.
On March 8th, I first sent a message to my mother, but then I thought she might not be able to read it. Besides, I had been away from home for more than ten days and I really wanted to hear her familiar voice, so I called her. one. To my great relief, my mother's voice was bright. I thought of my mother's smile in my heart while saying her intention: Mom, happy holidays! My mother over there giggled, and I couldn't help laughing: When I was at home, my mother always said that I smiled silly, like a silly girl. It turned out to be hereditary!
Next, my mother started to warn me again before she hung up. It's strange. I used to hate my mother's nagging the most. I felt that she was endless, just like a poem: cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow even more! But now I hope my mother will talk more, just like when she is at home.
I remember that when I was a child, I was very rebellious and always wreaking havoc everywhere. My mother was so angry that she once picked up a broom and beat me. I was so frightened that I ran outside crying, while my mother held The broom chased after me, and just like that, with my crying, we almost made a big circle. The final result has been forgotten now, but I always wonder, could I outrun my mother at that time? Collection Network
At that time, I always thought that my mother was partial and was very kind to my younger brother. She would not hit him but always hit me. However, I never thought that at that time, who was going to morning class and asking her to scream dozens of times? I just woke up and wondered who asked her to fix loopholes at that time. Who had bad grades and didn't get the certificate but still vowed that the teacher's certificate was gone when it was given to her? Because of this so-called reason, I was once very afraid of my mother and always felt depressed when I was alone with her. It’s really embarrassing to think about it now!
Nearly 20 years have passed in a flash. Ever since I was a child, I have never thought of my mother like I do today. But once I think about it seriously, I find that I have missed a lot. I have always been willful and lazy, and I have always been irritable and stubborn. , turned a deaf ear to her nagging, but blamed all the final mistake on her miscalculation. Quarrel is always endless irritation, irritating with her repetition. I can always say the words "I'm sorry" easily to others, but I have to struggle for a long time with my mother.
In the quiet night, I thought my mother must be lying in bed reading a book, with the goose-yellow light filling the whole room.
Sitting in front of the computer, listening to soothing music, typing on the keyboard slowly, and savoring every moment of my mother’s life.