A summary of five maternal love stories

All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. Motherly love, like a clear spring, moistens our hearts, but more often, our mother guards our growth with her life. For your convenience, let me introduce a story about maternal love.

The story of mother's love 1

When he was 20 years old, his IQ was equivalent to that of a child of three or four years old. He can't express his feelings, communicate with others, get along with others or even smile. There is no concept of giving and receiving in his philosophy of life. He lives in his own world and no one else can get in.

He can't do anything, even the most basic things in life can't be done well, but he will rob the bag. In the street, he saw a beautiful girl carrying a zebra-patterned leather bag, and couldn't help walking over and grabbing it. When his mother arrived, he had been handed over to the police station by the girl and accused of stealing money. Mother trembled with anger: "He is not a thief. He has no concept of money. He just likes the zebra pattern on your bag. " Such a defense is undoubtedly pale and powerless. Who would believe it?

At the station, he got separated from his mother and reached out to touch a girl's ass because the girl was wearing a zebra-striped skirt. When his mother arrived, he was being called a hooligan by the girl's boyfriend. Her mother rushed forward and tore at people like a fighting old hen. He shouted behind her: "My child is disabled, my child is disabled ..."

Mother stopped. Yes, her children are disabled and like zebras and chocolate pies. They were naive and happy, no different from other children, but suddenly one day, they were diagnosed with autism by the hospital. Autism is not a disease, but a disability. The 27-year-old mother fell ill and left her 4-year-old child in the park. ...

In my impression, my mother can always withstand all storms, tolerate everything and bear all difficulties. In fact, my mother is not a saint, and there are times when she is fragile and when she gives up. Fortunately, it was just a moment's thought, just once, and it passed.

His mother took him everywhere for medical treatment, but all kinds of treatments were ineffective, so she trained his survival ability and treated his autism in her own way. Let him touch the tree when he sees it, and his mother will tell him again and again: "tree, big tree." When you see the sunshine, tell him, "Sunshine, sunny." When you see a stream, tell him, "Stream, stream is cool." When climbing the mountain, his mother would tell him, "Heart, heart is beating." His mother even taught him to smile in the mirror, and the corners of his mouth rose to reveal beautiful teeth. This is a smile.

When his mother found out that he had the specialty of long-distance running, she pinned her hopes on sports, took him to start hard training, encouraged him constantly, and gave him a hint of life: "The legs of the grassland are worth $65.438+0 million, and the body of the grassland is great." Even though the marathon coach accused her of imposing her wishes on her children, she didn't give up. In the eyes of a mother, her children are the best.

Although there is reflection on the way of maternal love, the authenticity of maternal love is beyond doubt. It is because of this selfish love that she is worried about the future, so she said something like this: let me live one more day than my son. It goes without saying that one more day of living means one more day of caring for disabled children. It is said that great maternal love has no end, but this is the end of maternal love.

Because he didn't give up, didn't give up, insisted on training, and finally won the 49th place in the marathon. Ranking is not important. What is important is participation, communication and contact with people, and integration. When the photographer says, "Come on, look here, smile." Facing the camera, the dull and stiff face gradually opened a bright smile. At that moment, the mother shed tears of happiness, and the mother and son embraced each other deeply.

Let me live one more day than you, which is the length of a mother.

The Story of Motherly Love II

For a long time, I couldn't forget her.

She used to be my patient, a woman in her sixties. When one of her daughters from Shuang'er sent her here, she was already very haggard, but she still maintained the elegance of a woman who would never get old at any time. The hair is not white, and it is neatly combed. Black sweater cardigan with dark green shirt, short black skirt and square toe shoes. Slightly thin, habitually smiled before opening his mouth. Smile pale but sincere.

Her daughter said that she had just retired as a university professor. I have been abroad for several years. However, the examination results are ruthless, and the brain tumor is already in its advanced stage. My career could have told me that her time was running out, and even she had no value of surgery-even surgery could not prolong her life, and she could only bear the pain of surgery in vain.

I can see that her children are very filial and her eyes are full of anxiety and uneasiness, but in front of her, I still try to keep a relaxed attitude. Her son secretly told me not to tell her the truth if the test results were not very good. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will save their mother at all costs.

Just as I was thinking about how to tell her child this situation gently, she knocked on my door.

She smiled gently. I'm not here to ask about the test results. I know my body very well.

I paused, decided not to hide, nodded, yes, the situation is not very good. She is still smiling. I'd like you to arrange an operation for me.

I was stunned again. Such a request is irrational. After a pause, I said, still, conservative treatment will be better.

Don't! She said decisively, I want to have an operation. You can operate, right? And the cost of conservative treatment is not less than that of surgery.

She suddenly held my hand, and I can give them a hope of being able to operate and convince them that I still have the possibility of recovery. If I can't even operate, they will despair. I don't want them to despair now.

I looked up. This is my 13 years as a doctor. Before that, I can't remember how many patients I have seen, how many operations I have performed, and how many patients I have given hopeless answers. How many relatives, parents, children, brothers and sisters have I met ... Because there are too many, I will no longer be sad or moved with them, but this calm and haggard woman still makes me feel the urge to cry-everything is coming to an end, it was the last spring in her life, and she knows it, but at the last moment, she still wants to give her children the last hope with her dying life. The children have been trying to plan how to hide it from her, but they don't know that their mother is willing to bear an extra physical pain and suffering in order to give them this meager and short-lived hope.

10 days later, she was pushed onto the operating table with the child watching.

The operation went well, but it was meaningless. Going back to the ward for a month, every time I go to the ward, I will see her children taking good care of her. This woman, who is unwilling to bother people all her life in her daughter's mouth, at the last moment, disturbed her children heartily, played a little temper, and asked them to help her turn over, sing, read newspapers and cook various meals for her ... She secretly told me behind her children's back that they should do their best, so that they would be comforted by these efforts without being too painful.

Six months later, she left. Her children are not too sad. As she said, they gave everything they could, and in the last days of their mother, they tried their best to love each other. Although their mother's departure still makes them sad, they have no regrets-because they tried their best.

In many interpretations of maternal love, her expression shocked me. It was the last time before the end of her life, in the name of her mother, so full and gorgeous.

The story of maternal love 3

There is a small garden and an elegant pavilion between several residential buildings. People trapped in reinforced concrete are often attracted by this unique environment. Of course, there is another attraction, that is, since last summer, if there is no bad wind howling at night, you can see a girl of about thirteen playing the piano skillfully, and the piano is melodious. My family and I often come here to enjoy her solo concerts, so that these gentle melodies can soothe our tired souls.

I always thought that only a professional pianist could play such a beautiful melody. Really, the little girl's talent makes me a little jealous. She is very beautiful, with a nearly perfect face, and her noble temperament has long been obvious. I firmly believe that one day I will be able to sit in the magnificent concert hall and feel her incomparable charm.

The sound of a girl's piano is rich in texture and spirituality, just like a butterfly dancing lightly in the garden. Her piano music attracted and touched more and more people.

Every time she plays, she always has her mother with her. This is her mother's happiest and proudest moment, and her eyes are full of tenderness and pity. My wife said to me, "If our daughter is as great as her, I will be too happy to sleep."

But just last year, June+10, 5438, an abominable accident left an indelible scar on the girl's face, and that lovely angelic face remained in my memory.

The dancing butterfly in the garden is gone, and all those who have heard the little girl's piano sound feel sad and sorry for it. The wife said flatly, "This is undoubtedly cutting the mother's heart with a knife!" "

The girl came home from the hospital and never came out again.

When we are disappointed, we vaguely continue our expectations. My wife and I will still go to the garden ... until one day, we suddenly heard the piano again, but not the little girl playing the piano, but her mother, sitting where the little girl used to sit. The melody is dull, intermittent, monotonous and not round enough. Her face, without the kind of compassion we imagined, calmly talked to her daughter with the piano.

Someone said that she always smiled indifferently: "Nothing. Just because she looks bad doesn't mean she can't be a pianist. "

In this way, one day, two days, one week, two weeks, every night, my mother insisted on this. This is a way we can't understand, but she really communicated with her daughter. She wants to evoke her daughter's good memories with her own piano. However, I saw the girl burying her face, only glanced at her mother, and then went back to her room.

A drunk broke into the garden, and he shouted to his mother inexplicably, "What a fart! That's terrible! "I saw anger in my mother's eyes for the first time. Her face flushed, and she said word for word, "I played this piece for my daughter." If you feel ugly, please cover your ears. " The drunkard swore in boredom. At this time, my daughter finally opened the window, faced the crowd, sat down on the piano again, and quietly lifted her face, which seemed no longer beautiful. She said to the drunk, "My mother only plays the piano for me. I think she is the best pianist in the world. "

The girl calmly played a familiar song, and when the music ended, we were warmly applauded. The mother stepped forward, put her arms around her daughter and said loudly, "Son, I want you to know that your face is as beautiful as your mother's piano, but we must have the courage to show it to others!" "

An unprecedented emotion welled up in my mind. At this moment, I know: maternal love is immeasurable!

The story of maternal love 4

I have been naughty since I was a child, and I became a famous "troublemaker" after school. My father is very honest, he doesn't say a word all day, and he is still ill. He doesn't care about me at all. My mother can't read, she has endless farm work to do every day, and she has to take care of her home and abroad, so she has no time to take care of me. Running around every day, where is the mind to study? Among the seven or eight students in the same village, my grades are the worst.

After each mid-term and final exam, the children in the village took out their transcripts and certificates and shared them with adults. Parents who do well in the exam will show off around the village. I'm the only one hiding far away and feeling depressed. Whenever someone asks me about my grades, I always blush, or hide, or ignore it. At first, my mother asked me for a notice of results, but she failed every time, so I didn't show it to her. Later, I simply took the result notice and tore it up on my way home. Neighbors insinuated my mother: "How boring it is to have a dog wagging its tail for a child to read, even the report card!" But mother said, "well, I can't read anyway." Reading is similar to not reading. Our children are naughty and can't help it. Just wait until he understands ... "

When I was in the first grade of junior high school, I once participated in the regional sports meeting on behalf of the school. I didn't expect to win the first prize in sprint, and unexpectedly won the first prize in my life. The slap-in-the-face award made me excited and ran all the way home. When I was out of breath, I put the certificate in my mother's hand. She looked at me in surprise and didn't understand what had happened. When I learned that I had won the prize, my mother's eyes suddenly flashed with strange light. Next, my mother was as happy as a child, immediately put down what she was doing, ran around the village with my award, and said happily to everyone, "Look! You see, my son has won a certificate, and I, Xiao Ming, have won a certificate! " I followed my mother and jumped up and down, feeling extremely proud and happy.

Someone took the certificate of merit from mother. Looking closely, they showed disdain on their faces, and some even said, "Well, I thought it was a prize, but I won it by running. What's the big deal? " ? Just run fast. It is only useful to get a certificate with good academic performance. Look at them happy, as if they have never got a certificate in their lives. That's funny! "I felt very uncomfortable after listening to it. I felt that I had fallen from heaven to hell at once, but my mother still walked around happily with a certificate, as if she didn't hear it.

That night, my mother killed a hen that was still laying eggs for the first time. The stew was so delicious that it made people drool. At that time, my family was particularly poor, and my mother was usually frugal. She only kills chickens during the New Year. I didn't expect her to kill the hen that laid eggs to celebrate, which is unprecedented in my impression. At dinner, in order to show my special reward, she also left a chicken leg for me to eat the next day.

I was eating delicious chicken in my mouth, but my mind kept popping out again and again. When my mother was running around the village with a certificate, someone laughed at her face, and those words that hurt me seemed to be audible in my ears. I secretly swear in my heart: I will live up to my expectations, study hard, never let others look down on me, and let my mother look good in front of the villagers …

From then on, I began to study hard and work hard, as if I were a different person. Many things happen. Entering the third grade, I finally won the coveted "genuine" award in the eyes of ordinary people because of my excellent academic performance. After entering high school, I continued to maintain excellent grades, and the awards were gradually posted on half the walls at home. Relatives and friends praised them when they saw them. Every time my mother talks about me, pride and excitement are beyond words.

When I was admitted to the university, I couldn't help asking my mother, "Why are you so happy that I won a certificate in the sports competition that year?" Mother hesitated for a moment and said, "son, you don't know that our family has been unlucky in those years." First, your grandparents died, then your grandparents died, and then your father got tuberculosis and his family was poor. Because you are naughty and have poor grades, you hear people speak ill of you every day ... I haven't seen any happy events at home for many years, and I feel hopeless in life and even have suicidal thoughts. The sudden arrival of that award is simply good news for our family, which makes me so happy! This incident also made me understand that a naughty child like you can get a certificate as long as he works hard, and the good days of our family may still be behind. Suddenly I feel that life has hope. "

I was shocked by my mother's words and couldn't help asking, "Mom, didn't you hear those people say that my award was not won by good academic performance, but by the wild, and they laughed at our ears?" My mother nodded and said, "Of course I know. Later, someone specifically asked me to talk about it. But at that time, I couldn't care so much. I thought it was better to have a certificate than nothing! Let them talk, we are very satisfied with our lives. The hardest part is actually in the beginning With the first happy event, there will be the second and third ... everything will get better gradually. This is not, isn't it realized one by one? " I nodded, tears have filled my eyes. In my mind, my mother is holding my award, like a sail full of wind, running all over the village ...

The story of maternal love 5

At the age of 20, I held out my dream hand and opened a small skylight at the snowy mountain post at an altitude of 5000 meters. My eager eyes saw a mysterious world through the skylight-sunshine, blue sky, white clouds, rivers, vultures and snow lotus. However, it is hard for me to imagine what will be waiting for me when my small skylight is suddenly closed by a violent avalanche.

Anyone who knows Shi Tiesheng knows that when he was 20 years old, his leg suddenly became disabled. "I was very bad-tempered at that time, and I often ran away from home like crazy. I didn't say a word when I came back from that garden, as if I were possessed." Then, all this was seen by the anxious mother, depressed and melancholy, and the suffocating death was stopped again and again by her powerful hands. In the disabled son, the mother's emotion is the most accurate filter in the world, and the mother's hands are the most powerful support in the world.

Compared with Shi Tiesheng, the mother's suffering is particularly heavy. "A son's misfortune is always doubled by his mother." Doubled suffering makes the glory of maternal love released again and again, and maternal love is as crystal clear as ice. "She never said' Think of me' to me." Every time I go to Ditan, my mother silently helps him prepare. He walked a long way. "My mother is still standing in the same place and sending me away." My mother was worried about him, so she came to see him in the garden. "She came to me and didn't want me to find out. As long as she sees me still in this garden, she will turn back quietly. I saw her come back several times. " Every time I read this, I will see my mother standing by the country road again and again, silent, silently sending me to the plateau with her eyes.

Shi Tiesheng knows his mother best, and his mother knows his son better. This is the natural sublimation of love under special circumstances. A mother silently does everything for her son. Her only hope is that her son can understand her "hard fate, perseverance and unobtrusive love". She wants her son to live bravely with this nutrition!

On the last day of 20 10, the sun in Chengdu stood me up and the sky was gray. I was sitting on the subway leading to Tianfu Square when I suddenly received a phone call from Shanghai, and my voice choked. In the crowd, I seem to feel a strange smell. I put one hand over my mobile phone and asked her as low as possible. For a long time, a rustling voice came from the mobile phone: Today is a sad day for me. On the way to work early in the morning, I learned that he had left, and the person who had influenced my life and writing had left.

The classmate is talking about Shi Tiesheng.

We are at No.27, Li Nan, Balizhuang, Chaoyang District, Beijing. Because our prose often talks about Shi Tiesheng, his unyielding life and beliefs, and his writing style, which are closely related to life. I'm talking more about Shi Tiesheng's mother behind him. In Shi Tiesheng's works, words about his mother can be seen everywhere, and his mother's suffering is far above him. His mother has the greatest influence on him in this world.

Mother set an example for a writer, Shi Tiesheng.

Shi Tiesheng wrote an article "I and Ditan" that people can't get tired of reading.

Of course mother is in pain. She grinds the iron of suffering into the key to happiness, and finally opens a closed skylight for her disabled son, making him feel the power of life, seeing the beauty of the world and creating a miraculous world.

All this comes from great maternal love. Because the mother is a capital person who can open the skylight of the world for her son. In my opinion, this person is not a goddess but better than a goddess.

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