In ordinary life, some touching stories or some strong words are not love, but inspirational, speed!

Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village, unkempt, giggling at everyone and urinating openly. Therefore, the daughters-in-law in the village often spit on her, and some even stepped forward to kick her and told her to "get out." But she just wouldn't leave, and she was still giggling around the village. At that time, my father was 35 years old. He used to work in a quarry and was twisted by a machine. I haven't got a wife yet. Grandma saw that the woman was still somewhat beautiful, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law. She was fired after "continuing to burn incense" for my family. Although my father was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny. When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me and shrank. She gave birth to a grandson with a handle. "It's just that when I was born, my grandmother took me away. I never let my mother near me. My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted in front of her: "Come, give it to me ..." My grandmother ignored her. I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, mother is crazy. Whenever she asks for a hug, grandma always stares at her and tells her, "If you don't want to hug the baby, I won't give it to you. If I find you hugging him secretly, I will kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I will kick you out. "Grandma said this, there is no ambiguity. Mother understood, and her face was full of fear. Every time she just looks at me from a distance. My grandmother fed it to me spoonfuls. Grandma said that my mother had a "psycho" in her milk, so it would be troublesome to infect me. At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty Especially after my mother and I were added, the pot often failed to open at home. Grandma decided to kick her out, because she not only ate at home, but also made trouble from time to time. One day, grandma cooked a big pot of rice. Mom just put a big meal in her mouth and was very surprised when she heard grandma's "marching orders". The rice froze in her mouth. She looked at me in her arms and mumbled inarticulate, "No, don't ..." Grandma's face suddenly fell and she took out a dignified paternalistic style and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? "Leave after dinner, do you hear?" Say that finish, grandma took out a hoe from behind the door and slammed it on the ground like Long Touzhang of Yu Taijun, making a sound. Niang was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on glistening rice. Under the strong light, Niang suddenly made a very strange move. She gave more than half of the rice in one bowl to another empty bowl, and then she looked miserable. I only eat half a bowl of rice every meal, as long as I don't drive her away. My heart seems to have been pulled hard. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma didn't overdo it, held back her tears, and then said with a straight face, "Eat, eat and go away. You will starve to death in my house. " Mom seems so desperate that she doesn't even eat half a bowl of rice. Instead, Niang came over and put her hands into her mother-in-law's arms. It turned out that she wanted to hug me. Grandma hesitated, but still handed me the child. She held me in her arms for the first time and grinned. Grandma was so nervous that her hands pressed under me, for fear that her crazy strength would come up and throw me away like garbage. Then I turned and closed the door. When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me. I asked my father for it and asked my grandmother for it. They said your mother was dead. But my friend told me, "Your mother is crazy, and your grandmother drove her away." I wrangled with my grandmother and asked her to give it back to my mother, calling her "grandma wolf". Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, came back. That day, several friends flew to tell me: "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I ran out happily, and my parents and grandparents followed me. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She is still wearing rags and a wig. But facing my home, I sat on the stone pier in the rice field in front of the village with a dirty balloon in my hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly looked for her son from among us. My mother finally stared at me, staring at me all the time, cracking her mouth and calling me "little tree … ball … ball". She stood up and kept raising the balloon in her hand and courted me. That's your mother. "I said angrily to my little friend," She is your mother! Your mother is crazy, and so is your mother. " I turned my head and ran away. I don't want this crazy mother. My grandma and dad led her into the door. In those years, after my grandmother kicked her out, her conscience was tortured. With the aging day by day, her heart couldn't harden any more. I left her on my own initiative, but the boss didn't want to because she lost my face. I never gave her a good look, and I never told her. The communication between us is mainly based on my "roar", and my mother never dares to talk back. My mother can't keep her at home for nothing, so my grandmother decided to train her to do some chores. When working in the fields, grandma took her out to "watch" and said that she would be beaten if she didn't obey. A few days later, grandma thought that her mother had trained almost by herself, so she went out to cut pig grass alone. Unexpectedly, she only cut two baskets in half an hour. "Mother cut the rice that was beating and sprouting in someone else's field. Grandma angrily scolded her: "Crazy woman doesn't know what to do with straw ..." When Grandma was thinking about how to clean up the mess, the owner of the rice field came and said that she deliberately instigated it. Grandma flew into a rage, took out a stick in front of others and knocked on her lower back, saying, "Kill you crazy woman, get out of here ..." Although she was crazy. Mouth kept wailing "don't, don't ..." Finally, people couldn't stand it and said, "Forget it, we won't pursue it. We will treat her more harshly in the future ... "After the storm subsided, Mother leaned on the ground and sobbed. I disdainfully said to her, "You can't even tell grass from rice. You are really a pig." As soon as I spoke, I was hit in the head. If you go on like this, she is your mother, too! "I disdain a pie mouth:" I don't have such a stupid crazy mother! """Wow, you're getting ridiculous. I won't hit you! "Grandma raised her hand again. At this time, I saw my mother jump up from the ground like a spring and pass between me and grandma. Mother pointed to her head and shouted, "Hit me, hit me". I see, mom told grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma's hand drooped in mid-air and murmured, "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" " Shortly after going to school, my father was invited by a professional fish farmer in a neighboring village to guard the fish pond and earn 50 yuan a month. My mother still went out to work under the leadership of her grandmother, mainly to fight pig grass, and there was no big trouble. I remember when I was hungry for a winter in the third grade of primary school, it suddenly began to rain, and my grandmother asked her to give me an umbrella. My mother may have fallen several times all the way, and she looks at me like an eye inflammation. She stood by the window of the classroom giggling. Still shouting: "Tree ... umbrella ..." Some students giggled. I was on pins and needles. I hate my mother, her ignorance, her embarrassment, and even Fan Jiaxi who took the lead in imitation. When he was still exaggerating, I grabbed the pencil case in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck. I only heard a long whistle of "Ow" from outside the classroom. My mother flew in like a hero, grabbed Fan Jiaxi and dragged him outside. It is said that this madman has great strength, which is true. My mother lifted Fan Jiaxi, who bullied me, into the air with her hands. He was so scared that he cried, and a pair of chubby calves kicked around in the air. My mother ignored him, threw him into the pond at the school gate, and then walked away with a look of indifference. Mother regained her shy expression and looked at me please. I know this is maternal love. Even if he is unconscious, maternal love is awake because his son is bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help crying: "Mom!" This is the first time I have called her since I can speak. My mother was shocked and looked at me for a long time. Then she blushed like a child and grinned. On that day, our mother and son came home with an umbrella for the first time. I told my grandmother about it, and she collapsed in her chair in fright, so she called her father back at once. Dad just entered the room, and a group of them were holding knives and sticks. There seems to be a magnitude 9 earthquake at home. These people are all invited by Fan Jiaxi's family. Fan Fu pointed to his father's nose and said, "My son is scared out of his mind and is now lying in the hospital. If your family can't pay 1000 yuan for medical expenses, I will fucking burn your family down. " 1, 000 yuan? Dad is only 50 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly burned red. He stared at his mother with terrible eyes, quickly took off his waist belt with one hand and hit her on the head. Time and time again, Niang is like a mouse living in fear, and like a prey heading for death, jumping helplessly and hiding. I will never forget her harsh voice and the crisp sound of the belt on her. After a group of people left, dad looked at the broken pots and pans all over the house, and then at his scarred mother. Suddenly, he held her in his arms and cried bitterly, saying, "crazy woman, I didn't want to hit you, so we can't afford to pay for it." It's all because our family is poor! " Dad looked at me again and said, "Tree, you must study hard? Otherwise, we will be bullied for life! " I nodded wisely. In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to a high school with excellent results. My grandmother died of overwork, and life at home was even more difficult. People in Enshi list my family as a poor household and give 40 yuan a month. My high school also reduced my tuition and fees appropriately, so I can continue my studies. Because life and study were very hard at that time, I seldom went home. My father is still working for 50 yuan. The burden of delivering food to me fell on my mother. Every time, the aunt next door helps me copy pickles and gives them to my mother. The narrow mountain road of 20 kilometers was firmly recorded by her, rain or shine. It was a miracle. Everything she did for her son was not crazy at all. Besides maternal love, I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine. April 27, 2003, again. My mother said, "I ... I picked it ..." I didn't expect my mother to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her: "Mom, you are really getting more and more capable." My mother smiled. Before she left, I told her to pay attention to safety, and my mother replied. After seeing her off, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, I was in class, my aunt. But she has been on this road for three years. She can't go wrong. Menstruation asked, "What didn't your mother say?" I said no, she brought me a dozen wild peaches. Aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, maybe it's broken on this wild peach." My aunt asked me for leave, and we went back along the mountain road to find it. On the way home, there were indeed a few wild peach trees hanging on the peach trees sparsely, which were preserved because they grew on the cliff. At the same time, we found a peach tree with broken branches and an abyss under it. I said, "Auntie, don't scare me ..." Auntie jumped on me and walked into the valley ... Niang lay quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches, still holding one in her hand. Her blood has solidified into a deep black. I was so sad that my insides were torn. I hugged her tightly and said, "Mom, my evil mother, I regret that this peach is sweet." You didn't enjoy a day's happiness when you were alive ... "I leaned my head on my mother's cold face, and all the stones in the mountains cried with me ... On August 7, 2003, on the100th day after her burial, the admission notice of Hubei University was bronzed, and she walked through the road she walked, through the wild peach trees, through the rice fields in front of the village and flew straight". You can laugh to death! "

Friends who can read it all, I believe you are all dutiful sons. I'm happy for your parents. Can you help me to awaken many people's conscience? Because today's China has lost too many things that should not be lost. People are immersed in money, beauty, status and power, but they ignore that when you are pursuing these things, your parents are silently caring for you. Take it. Thank you.

German writer jean paul once said a very intriguing sentence:

Life is like a book-stupid people turn it over,

Smart people will read carefully,

Why?

Because smart people know that they can only watch it once.

Cherish it while you still have it;

Love is so. ...

Friendship is so. ...

This is especially true of family ties. ...

The person who cares about you the most ...

Don't just be shut out by you forever. ...

What can tears do when they are lost?