I like the touching story of the "love chain" text in the first volume of Chinese in the sixth grade of primary school.

No sooner had my son entered primary school than my father died. The girls helped each other and gently sent his father away with a pile of loess.

The mother didn't remarry and dragged her son hard. At that time, there was no electricity in the village, and his son read aloud under the oil lamp every night. Writing and drawing, the mother took a needle and thread and sewed her mother's love gently and carefully into her son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when the awards are covered with colorful walls on both sides, her son is like a green bamboo in spring. Looking at his son who is half a head taller than himself, the wrinkles in his eyes are full of smiles.

The trees all over the mountains are in autumn, and my son was admitted to the county key no.1 middle school. However, my mother suffers from severe rheumatism, so she can't do farm work, and sometimes she doesn't even have enough to eat. At that time, in No.1 Middle School, students took 30 kilograms of rice to the canteen every month. Knowing that his mother couldn't figure it out, the son said, "Mom, I want to quit school and help you with farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said lovingly, "You have this heart, so does my mother, but you have to study." Don't worry, your mother will have a way to support you when she gives birth. You go to school to register first, and I'll deliver rice later. "The son stubbornly said no, the mother said go, and the son still said no. The mother slapped her son in the face with a rough hand. This is the first time that her 16-year-old son was beaten.

My son finally went to school. Looking at his distant back, my mother was silently meditating.

Not long after, a late mother arrived in the dining hall of County No.1 Middle School. She limped in and unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulder. Master Xiong, who is responsible for the registration of the palm scale, opened the bag and grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it. He frowned and said, "Your parents always like to take advantage of small things. You see, there are early rice, middle rice, late rice and polished rice here, which simply makes our canteen a miscellaneous rice barrel. " Mother blushed and even said sorry. Master Xiong accepted it without saying anything. Mother took out a small cloth bag and said, "Master, this is 5 yuan, which is my son's living expenses this month.". Please give it to him. " Master Xiong took it and shook it. The coins in it jingled. He joked, "What, you sell tea eggs in the street?" Mother's face turned red again. She stammered thanks and limped away.

At the beginning of another month, my mother came into the canteen with a bag of rice. Master Xiong opened the bag to see the rice as usual, his brow furrowed, and it was still mottled rice. He wondered if he didn't explain it clearly to his mother last time, so he slowly said to her, "We will accept any rice. But the varieties should be separated and must not be mixed together, otherwise they will not be cooked and the cooked rice will be raw. I won't accept it next time. " Mother asked with some trepidation, "Master, my meal is like this. What should I do? " Master Xiong smiled and asked, "Can you grow a hundred kinds of rice on an acre of land in your home? Too funny. " After being robbed, my mother didn't dare to say anything, and Master Xiong stopped talking to her.

At the beginning of the third month, my mother came again with a bag of rice on her shoulder. She looked at Master Xiong, and the smile on her face was uglier than crying. Master Xiong flew into a rage at the sight of the meal, and in an almost irrational tone, he swore, "Hey, how can you be stubborn when I say you are a mother?" Why is it still mixed rice? You, how did you recite it today, or how did you recite it! "Mom seems to have anticipated. She knelt down in front of Master Xiong. Two lines of tears welled up in her sunken eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth. I pleaded ... for this meal! "Master Xiong was surprised, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Mother sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs and swollen into a big spindle shape ... My mother wiped her tears and said, "I have difficulty walking in the late stage of rheumatism, let alone farming. My son is sensible and wants to drop out of school to help me. I fanned him to school ... "

She explained to Master Xiong that she had been keeping secrets from the villagers and was even more afraid that her son would hurt his self-esteem. Every day at dawn, she quietly went to beg in the village more than ten miles away with empty rice bags and sticks, and then sneaked into the village after dark. She collected rice and sent it to school at the beginning of the month ... My mother was talking, and Master Xiong was already in tears. He lifted his mother up and said, "Good mother, I'll tell the headmaster at once to let the school donate money to your family." The mother shook her hand in panic and said, "No, no, if my son knew that his mother was begging him to go to school, it would ruin his self-esteem." It affected his study. I appreciate the kindness of my host, please keep it a secret for me, remember to remember! "

Mother limped away.

The headmaster finally learned about it and quietly reduced his son's tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of poor students. Three years later, my son was admitted to Tsinghua University with a score of 627. On the day of seeing the graduates off, the county No.1 middle school was noisy with gongs and drums, and the principal specially invited the mother's son to the podium. I've been wondering all my life: how did you invite me to the stage when several students got high marks? What is even more surprising is that there are three bulging snakeskin bags piled on the stage. At this time, Master Xiong came to the stage and told the story of the mother begging her son to go to school. The audience was silent. The headmaster pointed to three snakeskin bags and said emotionally, "This is the three bags of rice that my mother got in the story. This is the food that money cannot buy in the world. Please welcome this great mother to the stage. "

The son looked back doubtfully and saw Master Xiong helping his mother to move to the stage step by step. We don't know what our son was thinking at that moment, and I believe that the shock to him is no less than the stormy waves. As a result, the warmest family scene in the world was staged. Mother and son looked at each other. Mother's eyes are warm and soft, and some gray hair is scattered on her forehead. My son pounced on her and hugged her, crying and saying, "My mother ..."

Many years have passed, and my mother's story is still legendary.