Hour always asked his mother, where did I come from? The mother answered with a smile, and picked it up from the trash. I really think so because my parents' last names are different.
In childhood, my mother's shadow was very small. I knew she was a teacher. She was tireless and devoted, so my mother was very frightened and respected at that time. I always felt that her shadow was so tall that she stood on top of me.
Later, my mother gradually became "mother-like", walked close to me, almost talked about everything, and gradually taught me a lot. Once we were on the same way to the supermarket. You said it was too far to call a car. After you stopped the car, an old man rushed to the car in a short stride. Looking at you hesitantly, you smiled and said to the old man: "Come on, let's stop one more." I asked you why afterwards, and you replied: People who are willing to lose, after all, can't afford to lose, and suffer too much. People must live tolerant, peaceful and gentle. I nodded ignorantly.
The so-called tolerance was understood as a blind concession until I gave up my election opportunity to my companions. Partly because of cowardice, partly because of so-called "forgiveness." The mother was very angry, and uttered a few words, and then explained the composition to me in detail http://wWw.ZuoWenwang.Net/ : Opportunity is equal to everyone. You may not have the opportunity to shoot, but when the opportunity comes, You cannot be without bullets. I listened to my mother's teachings with tears, and I really understood, tolerant, that is, to live warm and powerful, not to be strong, not to be cowardly, to make people feel warm.
I live to this day with the creed of life that my mother gave me. These creeds of life, like her palms, stand up for me.
Not long ago, my mother added a younger brother to me. In her interaction with my younger brother, I seemed to see her happy smile when I was born, frowning when I was sick, quiet and serious when breastfeeding, and it was hard to hide when making me laugh. Excited. Thank you brother, let me see how I was loved and cherished when I was a baby. In this period of no memory, you still quietly help me stand up to the sky.
However, the woman who helped me to stand up to the sky has slightly deformed her body and her hair is no longer dark. What remains unchanged is the busy figure and the love that always wants to protect me from the wind and rain.
Now I asked my mother, where did I come from, and the mother still answered with a smile, jumping out of the crack in the stone. I think I would rather be a stone or a pillar, and when my mother is full of silver wire, she will also hold up a sky for her.The address of this article: She is writing 700 words for Tian Zuowen for me http://www.zuowenwang.net/p/149984.html. Please indicate the source!