Ma Shi weather forecast

I just saw it somewhere else recently. It should be this! Look at (2) the arc of love (1). My mother's arms and legs hurt and the production team fell while transporting sand. I remember I was in the fifth grade, and I made fun of my mother. Mother lit a fire in the kitchen fire hall and said, my arm hurts badly today. The weather should change. I took the opportunity to learn the tone of the weather forecast on TV and broadcast it loudly: arm pain, leg pain, rainy day. I was not sensible at that time. Once, my mother went to the brigade to wash the sheets for the team. Those sheets are old and smelly. When I learned that, I said in front of my mother that it was a shame to wash the bedding for the brigade. Four RUs at the top of the beam can't fucking do it, but your arms and legs hurt when you go. Serve you right! My father picked up the broom and hit me, beating and cursing. What will you take to school if I don't do more volunteer work? Although my mother tried her best to protect me, my heart was still full of disdain and contempt for my mother. But nothing can stop my mother from loving me. One year, my mother came to see me in the county high school. The grain-changing motorcade had something to do temporarily, and went to Mashikou, so my mother had to get off halfway, and there were fifteen roads from downtown. Carrying a big burden, my mother dragged her sore legs step by step to the county seat. Seeing me, my mother shivered and couldn't stand it. She sat on the concrete platform at the school gate, rubbing her swollen legs and talking to me. I want to give my mother a ride when she leaves. My mother said, "Mom is fine. Mom is fine. Go home. " With that, he left without looking back. As a result, my mother was so painful that she couldn't walk a step without walking a few miles. In the winter vacation of my sophomore year, I bought several bottles of arthritis medicine for my mother for the first time with the money from tutoring. Mother wrote happily that she kept the medicine, but could not bear to eat it. Neighbors used to take it out of the cupboard and say, "This is for boys." Words are full of joy and pride. Later, I went to work to buy medicine for my mother. She blamed me: "It's so expensive. Why buy this?" My arms and legs are fine. Save the money until you buy a house. "On one occasion, my mother quietly pulled me to the side of the cupboard, gently pulled open the rice on it, revealing a few bills and said," Well, mom saved it for you, too. "I can't help crying. Finally, the house was bought and the account was paid off. My mother should enjoy a few days of retirement. One day, my mother called and said that she had contracted more than 20 acres of rice fields in the village and was going to plant them for several years. When I heard this, I was so angry that my arms and legs ached all day, and I packed rice fields, which killed me. I called my sister and advised my mother to return the land. However, mom didn't listen to us in the end. I said, "if you don't return the rice fields, don't let us take care of any health problems in the future!" " After that, I hung up angrily, regardless of my mother's reaction. 7. In the past two years, I have been helping myself to go back by teaching key high schools. This Spring Festival, I asked for leave from school, and my wife and children went home from the plain. My mother seems to have forgotten my "reprimand" to her, and is busy killing pigs, pressing vermicelli and grinding bean curd, happily preparing for the New Year. On the evening of the 29th, the family sat in front of the TV, drinking while watching TV and talking about going to school. Brother-in-law said that Xiao Dan of their village was admitted to the university this year, but as a result, he couldn't afford it at home and couldn't go. At this point, the father took the glass and put it to his son's mouth, saying, "Don't worry about our little treasure. Your grandmother said that if you raise rice fields for a few more years, you will definitely save money for school. "After that, my father smiled, my son smiled, and the whole family laughed, but that night, I was drunk. On the fourth day of the eighth grade, we set off for work. When I was leaving, my sister, brother-in-law and little nephew all came out to see her off. My mother's legs and feet were inconvenient, so I didn't let her out. We sat in the car and waved to people outside the window. At this moment, I saw my mother coming out on a dirt slope not far away. It was windy, so my mother leaned against the corner to say goodbye to us. She struggled to lift her arm tortured by illness, but did not get up. She tried again, but still didn't get up. The car has started, and when I swept the slope for the last time, my mother's arm has drawn a most beautiful arc in the air. Pet-name ruby an arc of love longer than pain.