Mother's love is like the sky, mother's love is like the sea

I was lucky enough to participate in the National Health System Photography Competition last year and saw many touching works. Among the award-winning works announced at the end of the year, I was deeply moved by a group of works named "The Gaze of Life". This is a photo of a mother gazing at her newborn child after a caesarean section. Mothers have just experienced the hardship and pain of giving birth, and their oxygen masks have not yet been removed. Some of them have even just been rescued from the brink of death. When they looked at their newborn children affectionately, their eyes with tears in their smiles shocked everyone's heart.

The hardships of pregnancy in ten months, the severe pain of giving birth, the worry about the safety of the child, and the weakness caused by postpartum blood loss, all of these are nothing compared to the safe arrival of the child. Motherhood is a woman's most profound instinct. No matter how the times change, love and childbirth will always be the greatest undertakings of mankind.

Seeing this group of photos, I couldn't help but think of an essay I read a few days ago, "Every woman is an "eel" that "can't bear to die." The article describes such a story.

In ancient times, there was a man named Zhou Yu who liked to eat eels very much. His way of eating is very unique. He first puts the eel in a pot filled with water and slowly heats it until the eel is cooked.

This way, the eel will not know that it will be killed in the future, so it will not fight desperately. The eel soup is soft and melts in your mouth, and tastes very delicious.

One time, Zhou Yu started making eel soup again. When the pot of soup was about to boil, he opened the lid and took a look. He found an eel with its body arched high, its head and tail deeply immersed in the boiling water, leaving only its abdomen outside the boiling water. . It has remained in this position, standing tall.

Zhou Yu was shocked and hurriedly fished out the eel. The eel has been dead for a long time. In order to understand why it arched its abdomen, Zhou Yu cut open its abdomen.

A pile of light yellow stuff overflowed. Zhou Yu took a closer look and saw that there were countless eel eggs.

It turns out that this eel egg is to protect the children in its belly from being harmed by the scalding boiling water. It would rather immerse its head and tail in the boiling water until it dies!

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

After reading this story, my inner shock cannot be expressed in words. What kind of force keeps an eel hunched over and standing tall in boiling water? ! It is the child in the womb that inspires a mother's powerful protective power. This kind of power is shocking and makes ghosts and gods weep!

If this is a story that happened to animals, then in the 2008 Wenchuan earthquake, there was a real and touching incident: a mother who was buried in the rubble, in order to protect her several-month-old The baby puts the child on his chest, uses his strength to support his hands and feet, and arches his weak body to form a small protective area, trying his best to resist all attacks from the outside world. When the ambulance crew found her, she had been dead for a long time, but she remained in this posture! The child on her chest was sleeping soundly, safe and sound. Under this young mother's body, there is a mobile phone with this line on the screen: Child, if you are saved, please remember: Mom loves you...

Every time I think of this story , I couldn’t stop crying. Mother's love is the most powerful love in the world. When her children are threatened, she will step forward without hesitation and show great strength, even if she is shattered to pieces and never recovered.

Lin Qingxuan, a famous Taiwanese writer, has an essay "Flying into the Manghua", which is about his mother. It is very touching. One of the passages was particularly profound in my memory after reading it.

The article describes it like this: "When my eldest brother died of polio, we all couldn't help crying loudly. Only my mother covered her face with her hands. I couldn't see her expression at all. Until her eyebrows kept twitching. According to custom, the parents of a dead child should hit the coffin with a cane on the day of the child's funeral to scold the child for his unfilial piety, but the mother insisted on not using the cane. She just supported her brother's coffin. , crying silently. The look of my mother at that time is still as clear in my heart as before. "

A mother lost her beloved child, and her heart was full of pain, guilt, and self-blame. She just wanted her child to rest in peace as soon as possible. How could she have the heart to hit the coffin with a cane to blame her child for his unfilial piety? The vast majority of mothers in the world only have children in their hearts. When they are giving silently, they never think about how their children will repay themselves and fulfill their filial piety.

In just a few strokes, Lin Qingxuan vividly describes the mother's pain, forbearance, strong resilience and deep love for her child after losing her child, making it moving to read.

I thought of my mother. Mother *** gave birth to five children. My eldest sister and second sister died of polio and severe pneumonia when they were four and two years old respectively. This was a painful blow to a mother.

When I was born, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter and the dead of night. My father works out of town, and my mother is the only one at home. The hospital was dozens of miles away from home on a mountain road. It was too late to get to the hospital and the midwife was not present, so the mother had to deliver the baby herself.

The room was as cold as an ice cellar, without any heating equipment or sterilization facilities. The scissors used to cut the umbilical cord were household scissors used to cut cloth, and the ligation thread was used to sew clothes. After my mother gave birth to me, she was cold, hungry, and physically weak. The placenta took a long time to come out. I was bruised from the cold and cried weakly. When she was desperate, the mother saw a pot of boiling water on the table. She grabbed the kettle, poured two cups of hot boiled water and drank it. She used all her strength to finally deliver the placenta. Then he held me tightly in his arms and passed out...

The next day, my crying woke my mother up. Looking at the child who was waiting to be fed beside her, the mother struggled to get up, supported the wall, and slowly moved to the kitchen to cook some noodles and asked someone to tell her father who was working out of town. When my father arrived home, my mother was pale and swollen due to excessive blood loss. Although her body gradually recovered after treatment, she suffered from severe "blood deficiency headache" and "uterine prolapse". ...

The mother later gave birth to a younger brother and a younger sister. The three children were studying, which was already a heavy burden. In addition, the mother was in poor health and often saw a doctor. The father's salary alone was simply not enough. My mother never cried out in pain, dragging her frail body with her to get up early and work in the dark to do farm work, raise pigs, collect waste, and support the family. I still remember waking up late at night and hearing the "dong dong dong" sound of my mother still chopping and cooking vegetables...

Once, my mother picked a load of corn early in the morning and went to the market. Selling, according to the past, the mother will go home immediately after the sale. But my mother didn't come home until evening that day. What happened to my mother? I started to worry, and my younger siblings kept clamoring for my mother. So I carried my one-year-old sister on my back and held my four-year-old brother in hand, and went to the path leading to the town next to the school to wait for my mother. As it gets later and later, the sound of dogs barking and parents calling their children home for dinner can be heard in the village. We looked eagerly, but there was no sign of our mother. My sister fell asleep on her back, my brother started crying, and I couldn't help crying. Worry about our mother's safety and fear of losing her enveloped our young hearts like a dark night. Suddenly, my brother shouted: "Mom is back! Mom is back!" I looked closely and saw a figure walking slowly from a distance in the dusk. We jumped off the small mound and ran towards the figure. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be my mother! We cried loudly, and my mother hugged us with tears streaming down her face. She said she suddenly fainted and fell to the ground while selling corn at the market in the morning. People nearby took her to the hospital. The doctor said she was too weak and asked her to be hospitalized. My mother was worried that no one would take care of us at home, so she insisted on going home after the injection. She walked on the mountain road for more than ten miles, taking breaks for three or four hours. You can imagine how much perseverance it took for my mother to drag her weak body through this journey. What supports her are the children at home who can't let go...

This is the mother! From the tenth month of pregnancy to the birth of the child, and then the hard work of raising the child, and even the child's death, maternal love is always with her. Mother's arms are the safest harbor, and mother's smile is the most beautiful smile. A home with mother is a warm, solid, and solid home. Only when mother is here can our souls rest.

Maybe one day my mother will grow old, but maternal love will never grow old. Mother’s love is like the sky, mother’s love is like the sea, mother’s love is the most beautiful love given to us by God...

(Pictures are taken from the National Health System Photography Competition Teacher Wenbo’s award-winning works)