Take pictures of mothers and children.

Last year, I was lucky enough to participate in the National Health System Photography Competition and saw many touching works. Among the winning works pub

Take pictures of mothers and children.

Last year, I was lucky enough to participate in the National Health System Photography Competition and saw many touching works. Among the winning works published at the end of the year, I was deeply moved by a group of works called "Gazing at Life". This is a group of pictures of mothers staring at their newborn children after caesarean section. The mother has just experienced the difficulty and pain of giving birth. The oxygen mask has not been taken off, and some even just came back from death. When they looked at their newborn children affectionately, their tearful eyes in laughter shocked everyone's hearts.

The hardships of pregnancy in October, the severe pain of giving birth to a child, the worry about the safety of the child, and the weakness of postpartum blood loss are nothing compared with the safe arrival of the child. Motherhood is a woman's deepest instinct. No matter how the times change, love and childbirth will always be the greatest cause of mankind.

Seeing this set of photos, I can't help but think of an essay I read the other day. Every woman is an "eel" who will never die. The article describes such a story.

In ancient times, there was a man named Zhou Yu who liked eating eels very much. He eats in a unique way. First, put the eel in a pot filled with clear water and heat it slowly until the eel is cooked.

In this way, eels will not know that they will be killed in the future, and they will not struggle hard. The eel soup is soft, melts in the mouth and tastes delicious.

On one occasion, Zhou Yu began to make eel soup again. When a pot of soup was about to boil, he opened the lid and found an eel hunched high, its head and tail deeply stuck in boiling water, and only its abdomen was exposed. It has been in this position, not moving.

Zhou Yu was startled and quickly fished out the eel. Eels have been dead for a long time. In order to understand why it arched its abdomen, Zhou Yu cut open its abdomen.

A pile of pale yellow things overflowed. Zhou Yu looked carefully and saw countless eel eggs inside.

It turns out that this eel egg is to protect the child in the belly from being scalded by boiling water. It would rather soak its head and tail in hot soup until it dies!

Zhou Yu saw this scene and burst into tears. He vowed never to eat eels again.

After reading this story, my inner shock cannot be expressed in words. What kind of power makes an eel keep its head down and stand firm in boiling water? ! It is the child in the womb that arouses the mother's strong protection. This power is earth-shattering and makes people cry!

If this is a story about animals, then in the 2008 Wenchuan earthquake, there is a real and touching thing: a mother buried in the ruins, in order to protect her newborn baby for a few months, put her baby on her chest, propped up her hands and feet, arched her weak body, and formed a small protected area, struggling to resist all external attacks. When the medical staff found her, she had been dead for a long time, but she kept this posture unchanged! The baby on her chest is fast asleep and safe. Under the young mother, there is a mobile phone with a line on the screen: Son, if you are saved, please remember: Mother loves you. ...

Every time I think of this story, I can't stop crying. Maternal love is the most powerful love in the world. When her children are threatened, she will not hesitate to stand up and show great strength, even if it falls to pieces.

Lin Qingxuan, a famous writer in Taiwan Province Province, wrote an essay "Flying into Manghua", which was very touching, and one of it was particularly unforgettable after I read it.

The article describes it like this: "When my eldest brother died of polio, we couldn't help crying loudly. Only my mother covered her face with her hands. I can't see her expression at all, only her eyebrows are twitching all the time. According to the custom, the parents of the dead child should beat the coffin with crutches on the day of the child's funeral to blame the child's unfilial, but the mother insisted on not using crutches. She just held her brother's coffin and wept silently. I still remember my mother's appearance at that time. "

A mother lost her beloved child, and her heart was full of pain, guilt and self-blame. She just wants her children to rest in peace as soon as possible. How could she have the heart to knock on the coffin with a cane to accuse the child of unfilial behavior? The vast majority of mothers in the world only have children in their hearts. When she gave silently, she never thought about how the child would repay herself and how filial she was.

Through a few strokes, Lin Qingxuan vividly described her pain, forbearance, strong tenacity and deep love for her mother after losing her child, which made people move.

I think of my mother. My mother gave birth to five children. My sister and my second sister died of polio and severe pneumonia at the age of four and two respectively, which was a painful blow to a mother.

When I was born, it was the middle of winter and the dead of night. My father works in other places and only my mother is at home. The hospital is dozens of miles away from home, and it is too late to go to the hospital. The midwife is not present, so my mother has to deliver the baby herself. The room is as cold as an ice room, without any heating and disinfection facilities. The scissors for cutting umbilical cord are household scissors for cutting cloth at ordinary times, and the thread for ligation is the thread for sewing clothes. After my mother gave birth to me, she was cold and hungry, weak, and the placenta could not come down. I was cold and blue, and my crying was weak. In desperation, my mother saw a pot of boiling water on the table. She grabbed the kettle, poured two cups of hot water and drank it. She tried her best to finally deliver the placenta. Then he held me tightly in his arms and passed out.

The next day, my crying woke up my mother. Looking at the starving children around her, the mother struggled to get up, held the wall, slowly moved to the kitchen to cook some noodles, and asked someone to tell her father who was working in the field. When my father got home, my mother was pale and swollen because of excessive blood loss. Although she recovered slowly after conditioning, she still suffered from severe "blood deficiency headache" and "uterine prolapse" ...

Later, my mother gave birth to a younger brother and sister, and all three children went to school. The burden is heavy. Besides, my mother is in poor health and often goes to see a doctor. My father's salary is simply not enough. Mother didn't shout a bitter word, dragging her sick body, doing farm work in the dark, raising pigs, collecting waste products and subsidizing her family. I still remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing my mother still chopping vegetables and cooking. ...

Once, my mother picked a car full of corn early in the morning and went to the market to sell it. According to the past, my mother will go home immediately after the sale. But I didn't see my mother come home that night. Mom, is there something wrong? I began to worry that my brothers and sisters have been clamoring for their mothers. So I carried my sister, who was over one year old, and my brother, who was over four years old, to wait for my mother on the path leading to the town next to the school. It was getting late, dogs barked in the village, and parents called their children home for dinner. We are eager to see, but we can't see our mother. My sister fell asleep on her back, my brother began to cry, and I couldn't help crying. The fear of mother's safety and the fear of losing her are as deep as the night in our young hearts. Suddenly, my brother shouted, "Mom is back! Mom is back! " Looking intently, a figure came slowly from a distance in the twilight. We jumped off the mound and ran towards the figure. Look carefully, it's really mom! We cried, and mother hugged us and burst into tears. She said that when she was selling corn in the market in the morning, she suddenly fainted to the ground, and the person next to her took her to the hospital. The doctor said that she was too weak to be hospitalized. My mother was worried that we would stay at home unattended, so she insisted on going home after intravenous drip. She walked for three or four hours on the mountain road for more than ten miles. It is conceivable that my mother dragged her weak body through this road with great perseverance. What keeps her going is the children at home who can't let go. ...

This is mom! Motherly love is always with the child from conception to birth in 10, and then painstakingly brought up, even when the child dies. Mother's arms are the safest harbor, and mother's smile is the most beautiful smile. Mother's home is warm, down-to-earth and heavy. Only when mother is there can our soul inhabit. Maybe one day my mother will be old, but maternal love will never be old. Motherly love is like the sky and the sea. Motherly love is the best love God has given us in our life. ...

(The picture is taken from the winning work of Wenbo Teacher's National Health System Photography Competition)