Touche stories about mother.

A mother sat next to her child and was very anxious because she was afraid that the child would die. His little face is missing.

There is blood, and his eyes are closed. He has difficulty breathing. He only takes a deep breath once in a while, as if he were sighing. mother

Looking at this little creature, it looks even sadder than before. Someone is knocking at the door. A poor old man came in. He packed it.

Wear a dress as wide as a horse felt, because it makes people feel warm and he needs it. It's cold outside.

In the cold winter, everything is covered with snow and ice, and the wind blows violently, stinging people's faces.

When the old man was shivering with cold and the child was temporarily asleep, the mother went over and found a small pot on the stove.

In order to warm the old man, a little beer was poured into the basket. The old man sat down and shook his cradle. Mom is also beside him.

She sat in a chair, looked at her sick child with difficulty breathing, and held one of his little hands.

"You thought I would hold him back, didn't you?" She asked. "Our God won't take him away from me!"

The old man-he is a god of death-nodded in a strange posture, as if he meant to say "yes"

It seems to be "no" again. Mother looked down at the ground, tears streaming down her face. Her head is heavy because she

I haven't slept for three days and nights. Now she is asleep, but only for a moment; So she woke up and shivered.

"What is this?" She said, looking around. But the old man has disappeared; Her children

It's gone.-he took him away. An old clock in the corner hissed, "plop!" "that?

The old lead pendulum fell to the ground. The clock also stopped moving.

But the poor mother ran to the door and called for her child.

There is a woman in a black robe sitting outside in the snow. She said, "Death was sitting in your room with you just now.

; I saw him run away with your child in his arms. He runs faster than the wind. Whatever he took,

He'll never send it back! "

"Please tell me, which direction did he go?" Mom said. "Please tell me the direction, I'm going to find him!"

"I know!" The woman in black said. "But before I tell you, you must sing to your children.

Sing all my songs for me. I really like those songs; I've heard it before. I am the god of the night. When you sing,

I saw you crying. "

"I will sing these songs to you, all of them!" Mom said. "But please don't leave me, because I have to hurry.

Fuck it. Get my baby back. "

But the god of the night sat in silence. Mother could only wring her hands in pain, singing and crying. The song she sang was very touching.

A lot, but she shed more tears, so the night god said, "you can walk to the black fir forest on the right;" I saw death.

Walking on that road with the baby in her arms. "

This road intersects with another road deep in the forest; She doesn't know which way to go. There are a bunch of thorns here, none at all.

There are leaves, but not a flower. It was a cold winter, and only icicles hung on those twigs.

"Did you see death walk by with my child in her arms?"

"I have seen it." The thorn bush said, "but I don't want to tell you where he is going unless you hold me in your chest."

Warm up on the floor. I froze to death here. I'm going to turn into ice. "

So she held the thorn bush on her chest and held it tightly so that it could feel warm. The thorn pierced her.

Muscle; Her blood dripped out. But the thorns grow fresh green leaves, which bloom in this cold winter night.

Flowers, because the sad mother's heart is so warm! So the thorn told her which direction to go.

She came to a big lake. There are neither big boats nor small boats on the lake. There is not enough ice on the lake to support it.

She, but the water is not shallow enough for her to wade through. However, if she wants to find her child, she must pass it.

This lake. So she squatted down to drink the lake; But no one can finish this water. Distressed mother is just dreaming.

A miracle happened.

"No, never!" Lake said. "Let's talk about conditions! I like collecting.

Beads, and your eyes are the two brightest beads I have never seen. If you can shout them out and give them to them.

If I were you, I would send you to that big greenhouse. Death lives there and grows flowers and trees. Every flower or flower

A tree is one's life! "

"Oh, I can sacrifice anything for my children!" The crying mother said. So she cried even harder, and as a result,

Her eyes fell into the lake and became two most valuable pearls. The lake lifted her up as if she were sitting on a swing.

It's like going up In this way, she drifted to the other side-there was a strange house more than ten miles wide. People don't

Know whether this is a wooded mountain or a house made of wood. But this

Poor mother can't see it because she has cried out her eyes.

"Where can I find the Death who took my child?" She asked.

"He hasn't come yet!" An old woman guarding the tomb said. She specializes in guarding the death greenhouse "How did you find out?

Come here? Who helped you? "

"Our God helped me!" She said. "He is very kind, so you should also be very kind. Where am I?

Where can I find my dear child? "

"I don't know," said the old woman. "You can't see! That night, many flowers and trees withered and died immediately.

Will come, replant it! You know very well that everyone has his own tree of life, or flower of life.

It all depends on his arrangement. They are exactly the same as other plants, but they have a beating heart. So is the child's heart.

It can jump. Go find it, maybe you can hear the baby's heartbeat. However, if I put what you should do next

Tell you what, what are you going to give me? "

"I have nothing to give you," said the sad mother. "But I can go to that world for you.

Go ahead. "

"I have nothing for you to do there," said the old woman. "But you can give you long black hair.

Me. You know it's beautiful, and I like it very much! In exchange, you can take my white hair-that's always the case.

Talk is better than nothing. "

"If you don't ask for anything else," she said, "I'll give it to you!"

So she gave her beautiful black hair to the old woman in exchange for her snow-white hair.

In this way, they walked into the big greenhouse of death. The flowers and trees here grow together strangely. Under the glass clock.

Cultivate beautiful hyacinthus orientalis; The hardy peony is in full bloom. In a variety of different aquatic plants, many also

Very fresh, many of them are semi-withered, water snakes are coiled around, and black crabs are clinging to the stalks. that

There are many beautiful palm trees, oak trees and buttonwood trees; There are also blooming celery flowers and thyme. Every tree and every

Every flower has a name, and every flower represents a person's life; These people are still alive, some in China,

Some are in Greenland and scattered all over the world. Some big trees are in small flowerpots, so they are all crowded and almost all flowerpots are needed.

It burst. There are many delicate flowers in several places on the fertile land, and some moss grows around them; mankind

The children are carefully cultivating and taking care of them. But the sad mother bent down to listen to the smallest plants.

Heartbeat. Among the countless flowers, she could hear the baby's heartbeat.

"I found it!" She cried, extending her hands to a blue early spring flower. This flower hangs its head.

On the one hand, I feel a little sick.

"Please don't touch this flower!" The old woman said, "But please wait here. When death comes-me

I think he can come at any time-please don't let him pull up this flower. You can threaten him that you will pull out all the plants.

; Then he gets scared. He must be responsible to God for these plants; No one will until he gets God's permission.

We can pull them out. "

Then suddenly a cold wind blew into the room. A mother without eyes can't see that this is the coming of death.

"How did you find this place?" He said. "Why did you come earlier than me?"

"Because I am a mother!" She said.

Death stretched out a long hand to this delicate little flower; But she held it tightly with both hands. At the same time, she is also very anxious.

For fear of breaking one of its petals. So death blew on her hand. She felt colder than the cold wind; So her hand

It's hanging down, and I have no strength at all.

"You can't resist me!" Death said.

"But our God can!" She said.

"I just carried out his orders!" Death said. "I am his gardener. I transplanted all his flowers and trees to heaven.

Go to heaven in that mysterious land. But how did they grow and live there? I dare not tell them.

Tell you what! "

"Please give my child back to me!" Mom said. As she spoke, she begged. Suddenly she grabbed it not far away with both hands.

Two beautiful flowers loudly said to death, "I want to pull up your flowers, because I have no way to go now!" " "

"Don't touch them!" Death said. "You said you were in pain; But now you want another mother to feel the same way.

Love pain! "

"Different mother?" Said the poor mother. She immediately let go of the two flowers.

"These are your eyes," said Death. "I have fished them out of the lake; They are very clever. I don't know

Tao, this is yours. Take it back; They are brighter now than before. Please look at the bottom of the well next to you.

All right. I want to tell you the names of two flowers you want to pull out; Then you will know their whole future, the whole.

Life is a matter of life; Then you will know what you want to destroy. "

She looked into the well. She was really happy to see how happy one life was and how surrounded by another.

What a pleasant and joyful atmosphere. She looked at another life: it was the embodiment of sadness and peace, pain and sadness.

"These two fates are God's will!" Death said.

"Which is the flower of suffering and which is the flower of happiness?" She asked.

"I can't tell you." Death replied. But one thing you can know: "one of these two flowers is."

Your own child. What you just saw is the fate of your child-the future of your own child. "

Mother shouted in horror.

"Which one of them is my child? Please tell me! Please help this innocent child! Please take my child from

Save yourself from suffering! Please take him away! Take him to the kingdom of God! Please forget my tears, mine.

Pray, forgive everything I just said and did! "

"I don't know what you mean!" Death said. "Do you want to take your child back, or let me take him to a place?

Something you don't know? "

Then mother twisted her hands and knelt down to pray to our God:

"Your will is always good. Please ignore my prayer against your will! Please leave me alone! Please don't.

Leave me alone! "

So she lowered her head.

Death flew to the unknown country with her children.

( 1844)

This story was first published in New Fairy Tales. It's about a mother's love for her children. "Ah, for my sake.

Son, I can sacrifice anything! "Death took the mother's child, but she chased him to the horizon to find him. She finally

Found dead. Death showed her the child's "whole future, whole human life." Some are "happy" and "

Happiness ",but some are" the embodiment of sadness and poverty, suffering and sadness. " Or for love, my mother finally had to let go.

Give birth to a child and pray to death: "Please save my child from the pain!" " Please take him away! keep

He took it to the kingdom of God! "Andersen said in his notes:" When I wrote Mother's Story, there was nothing special.

Motive. I was walking in the street when I suddenly had an idea about it in my mind. "

The report in Bloody Motherly Love tells a true story: A mother was laid off, but she couldn't bear to see her daughter moping all day, so she decided to take her daughter skiing and bought two pieces of silver bread clothes to make her happy. But the unfortunate thing happened: they were so excited that they slipped away from the designated place, leading to an avalanche. The silver-gray clothes worn by the two mothers are almost white, so the rescue plane can't see them at all. Both mother and daughter are frozen stiff. Finally, the mother cut the blood vessels and wrote "SOS" in blood to save her daughter, but the great mother left her daughter forever because of excessive blood loss.