A fragment depicting maternal love

A couple are mountaineers. In order to celebrate their son's first birthday, they decided to carry their son on the 7000-meter snow mountain. They deliberately chose a sunny day and set off when everything was ready. At dawn, the weather is as predicted, the sun is in the sky, there is no wind and no clouds. The couple quickly and easily climbed to the height of 5000 meters.

However, just as they were taking a break to prepare for a new height, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, there was a strong wind and snowflakes flying. The temperature plummeted to MINUS 30-40 degrees Celsius. Most importantly, because they completely believe in the weather forecast, they neglect to carry important locators. Because the wind is too strong, the visibility is not enough 1 meter, which means danger or even death. Helpless, they found a cave in desperation and had to enter the cave to take shelter from the snow for a while.

The temperature continued to drop, and the child in his wife's arms turned purple with cold. The most important thing is that he wants to eat milk. You should know that in such a low temperature environment, any inch of exposed skin will lead to a rapid drop in body temperature, which will be life-threatening for a long time. What shall we do? The child's crying is getting weaker and weaker, and he will soon die of hunger and cold for lack of food.

The husband stopped his wife from breastfeeding several times, so he couldn't watch her freeze to death. However, if you don't breastfeed, the child will soon die. The wife begged her husband, "Just feed it once!"

The husband is holding his wife and son. The wife who breast-fed once, her body temperature dropped twice, and her physical strength has been seriously exhausted.

Due to the lack of locators, rescuers can't find their position in the snowstorm, which means that if the wind doesn't stop, they have no hope of being rescued.

Time goes by, the children need to be fed again and again, and the wife's temperature drops again and again. On this 5000-meter-high mountain where the snow is dancing wildly, my wife repeats the usual simple but extremely difficult feeding action over and over again. Her life gradually faded away in repeated feeding.

Three days later, when rescuers arrived, the husband was already unconscious with cold, lying beside his wife, and his wife, the great mother, had been frozen into a sculpture, and she was still standing there, nursing. Her son, the child she raised with her life, is sleeping peacefully in her husband's arms. He has a rosy face and a serene expression. Children wrapped in the love of great life, do you know that you have a great mother? Her maternal love can transcend 5000 meters mountains and shape life in the snow.

In order to commemorate this great mother and wife, the husband decided to cast his wife's last gesture into a bronze statue, so that her last love would be passed down forever, and told the children that an ordinary gesture could become great and eternal as long as he devoted his love to life.

Second,

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.

Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.

Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother.

The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.