Why is mom laughing? Her smile needs no reason. She just wants to smile, smile. When she saw a chubby pink cutie in her arms, she naturally smiled. The pink baby smiled when she fell off her body and experienced the pain of a new life. She feels that this little life is the crystallization of her love conceived in October, and her heart is sweet. She felt the greatness of being a mother and smiled.
Mother is really great, and maternal love is really noble. A mother has to go through so many birth experiences in her life, and each experience is an experience of a new life process. After giving birth to so many children, the old mothers finally got sick. Now, after decades of family planning knowledge propaganda, people's concept of fertility has changed, and now most people accept the concept of having a second child. In the past, it was common for a woman to have seventy or eighty children. As mothers, women bear the life experience of multiple births, and they endure the arduous reproductive mission that men can't imagine.
When the mother saw that the baby boy in her arms was like a replica of her favorite man and the baby girl was like a replica of herself, she realized the magic of the creator and smiled. My mother was very proud when she stared at the little lover she created. She is very proud, and she is glad that she can copy a little lover according to God's will.
Daughter is her father's past lover, and wife is the magical mother who created her husband's past lover. When she saw a villain who looked like herself and a man she liked, she tasted the mystery of life. The continuation of the family and the will to survive filled her heart. She felt the meaning of living and the pride of being a woman. She felt the ultimate meaning of life and smiled.
Mother's smiling face, in the baby's view, is a bright moon hanging in the blue sky. Mercury-like brilliance makes the world bright, as gentle as mother's infatuation.
Mother's smiling face is the sun rising from Ran Ran in baby's eyes, fresh and warm, warm and full of vitality. For example, the hope of soaking in milk makes the baby see the hope of the world, colorful and colorful. In the mother's arms, the baby also smiled, a sweet angel-like smile in his sleep.
When the baby is asleep, I don't know which nerve in the brain has developed. The baby will give out a faint smile, the mouth will be slightly tilted, and the mysterious smile will be like a pear flower. Sometimes, babies even giggle. This smile is the most intoxicating smile in the world. No mother doesn't like to see her baby's smile, and no mother doesn't appreciate the joy of life from her baby's smile.
The smiling face of the baby reflects the smiling face of the mother, so there are two round moons in the sky. Mother's smile is eternal, even if she is crying, even if she is sad. In the eyes of a baby, her face is smiling. In this sense, the baby is a mother's bosom friend. In his little heart, he can best read his mother's mind and understand her sadness and joy.
Many things can be lost in life, and a mother's smile can never be lost in a person's life. In a certain corner of a person's heart, mother's smile is always in full bloom.
In the eyes of babies, smiling mothers are the most beautiful.
Mom's hair will turn white and grow back.
Before becoming a mother, my mother had a waterfall of shining hair. My mother is so beautiful and pure, just like a virgin out of water, like a lotus after rain, like a osmanthus under the moon.
Before becoming a mother, her mother unscrewed her hair and gave it to the man she loved. Moss is a mother's life, its love, its chastity and its pledge. She entrusted the happiness of her life to a man who she thought was rock solid. Mom, that's too risky. Let's become a self-reliant and independent Diana. The wine column regrets the elegant demeanor and touches the dream soul. There is also a weak fog, leading a long wisteria. The breeze between your fingers cuts the moss, and it is only a dream to meet. The ancients sang silky blue silk affectionately. In fact, love in the world is a gamble, and marriage is the highest form of love gambling. After winning the bet, the woman got the happiness and love of her beloved man; If you lose the bet, a woman will spend her life in Lacrimosa, and her life will be wasted. Men are afraid to vote for the wrong team, and women are afraid to marry the wrong person. It is easy to make mistakes, but it is too late to regret marrying the wrong person. Of course, except for some fashionable and avant-garde women, dance academy, they squander their youth and try their best to develop their own resources.
Mothers are not afraid of anything and have given their hair without fear. In ancient times, when a woman expressed her sincere vows, she just twisted her hair off and gave it to her partner. To show his determination to become a monk, he shaved his hair without pity.
In ancient times, there were many taboos about hair, and women would be worried if they lost too much hair, let alone a lock. As a woman, it is not easy to cut off your hair and give it away. In Jin Ping Mei, after Ximen Qing forced Pan Jinlian to cut off her hair, she became ill all day. In A Dream of Red Mansions, Jia Lian had a lover give him hair. Pinger found it, and Jia Lian took it away and hid it for fear that Feng would find it.
Hair and skin are people's parents, and hair is a woman's most precious heart, as precious as life.
Mothers also give their hair to the baby in their arms and cherish it with both hands, so when there is a mother with a baby, her hair is always short.
The baby is asleep, and the mother's waterfall-like moss is beside his head, like a clear spring, rippling around the baby.
The grown-up baby is still a baby in the eyes of the mother, but when the grown-up baby looks at the mother's hair, it changes color. Mom, where is your waterfall hair? Mom, I want your white hair to become raven hair. Mother's face, as calm as the moon in the water, smiled, with a hint of sadness and sadness in her smile. Mother doesn't regret losing her hair, because she willingly gave her hands to her baby-her man and her son. Mother is willing and has no regrets.
The grown-up baby looked at his mother's snow-white hair. He was a little surprised. How could I not know when her mother's hair turned white? Looking at my mother's white hair, I saw my mother's diamond-like noble heart! It can be said that a mother's heart is more noble than a diamond. In front of the children, the mother's vast mind is full of love for the children.
I pulled a corner of my mother's clothes and walked timidly behind her, stumbling as if I were going to fall. Due to the traction of her mother's clothes, she stumbled forward. Mom said, "You are mom's little tail." Yes, the son is the mother's little tail, and he can't live without his mother's figure for a moment.
Holding my mother's clothes, I feel very safe and practical. Holding on to mom's clothes, the direction of life will not be lost.
There is a dark blue cotton scarf on the black velvet hat. Under the velvet hat is mother's gray hair, tied in a small bun at the back of her head.
The image of mother is fixed as an eternal memory. In my memory, my mother wore a black velvet hat, a blue cloth robe, black trousers and a belt. Thin little guy, quietly busy here and there, with little free time. On the memory screen, I don't seem to see my mother at leisure.
Mother always has a fixed time every day, sitting there combing her hair. Often after breakfast and housework, Amy's mother sits at the gate in the sun, quietly unties her bun and combs her hair slowly. Love a beautiful and clean mother whose hair is as clear as a blooming flower.
Mother has a lock of hair in her mouth and her hands are flying overhead like butterflies.
When I get old, my mother's hair is gray, sparse and sparse. When combing her hair, she always puts a lock of wig in her bun. Love a beautiful and clean mother whose hair is as clear as a blooming flower.
My mother, with bare hair, wears a black velvet hat and a dark blue headscarf.
A black velvet hat, a dark blue headscarf, a dark blue coat, a big belly, and black trouser legs tied at the ankles. Mother's dress is a common dress for rural elderly women in 1960s and 1970s.
Exquisite and delicate feet are black round cloth shoes, which are sharp and beautiful.
Black velvet hat, dark blue headscarf, dark blue coat, big belly, black trouser legs, ankle strap, black pointed round cloth shoes, this is my mother.
In my impression, my mother's hairstyle is always the same, her hair is combed into a bun in her head, and her clothes are always the same, small and small.
When I was six or seven years old, my mother and I went to the stone mill on the north side of Zhuangershuangkeng to grind millet. Mother pulled the big gray donkey out of the production team's cowshed, put a donkey cover on it, and sighed. The donkey pulled the stone mill, which slowly turned, and the millet piled up and spread out like a golden collar, and the stone mill slowly rolled over.
Mother is holding a brush in her hand and sweeping the millet on it quickly-when milling rice, you should keep sweeping up the milled millet on the side, otherwise the milled millet will be broken as soon as you hit the rice. Mother followed the stone mill in circles.
I still remember standing in the southeast of the stone mill. At this time, Xue Jinsong's mother, an old woman who lives next to the stone mill, smiled and greeted her mother: "Mi Miller, his fourth aunt, this is a mountain. The baby is very thin. This baby looks really yellow. " Mom said, "but yes, it's thin and yellow, and I don't know where to eat food and rice." When I was a child, I was thin and small, and Brother Wu was tall and fat. People who don't know the details often mistake me for my brother
I clearly remember my mother sweeping the millet, and I will never forget her busy figure at that time. Busy, mom is getting older every year.
Although her mother is not tall, she is extremely strong. A strong mother has suffered a lot. My grandmother told me after listening: in the production team, I once went to the fields and divided sweet potatoes. I don't know why, maybe the sweet potato didn't give enough weight. My parents had a quarrel with the party Bao Hale family, and the party Bao Hale suddenly pushed his mother to the chopping block. After listening to grandma's story, I regretted my mother to the extreme. In my little heart, I secretly swear that I must take revenge for it when I grow up. From then on, I planted hatred for the black boys in the party. Now that I think about it, I still don't have a good impression of his family. I can remember anyone who bullies me for life. I am a person with clear love and hate. I have a bottom line in my life and a principle in my heart. Endure what you can, and never care. If you go beyond the principle of being a man, you will be desperate, regardless of the consequences, resolutely fight back and defend yourself.
In a blink of an eye, decades have passed, but my mother's early memories are clear and picturesque. Related to this is the scene of mother grinding noodles. The time was before and after rice milling, but behind the warehouse, there were three Westinghouse rice mills. Use the cattle of the production team to grind. Mother bent down and stood in front of the wooden box. I still remember that my mother's head was covered with white flour after grinding. My mother picked the cow, tied it to a wooden nail, and poured some bran into the material of the barn with a basket as a reward for grinding the cow. After all these years, it probably doesn't help to follow my mother to face me. But why should I follow my mother to grind noodles? I can't remember the reason at all What warm and precious memories.
Mother has a heart of gold, and she is willing to pay any price for her children; She is willing to do anything for her children.
That year, my sister came back and lived at home. When she gave birth to her eldest daughter Xiaohui in Xining, she fell and had a backache. One morning, a stranger came to Zhuanger, claiming to be able to see all kinds of incurable diseases, claiming that medicine can cure diseases and keep fit, which is very effective. It's just that Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is alive, which is better than who is king. The women at the door gathered around to discuss, and some said, "Isn't Chunlan a backache? Tell him to see if it works. "
"Look at the time when you don't want money, and then collect money when you are ready." Quack said confidently.
Mother thought, I don't want money until I get sick. If I get sick, I don't want money, and it doesn't matter much. Show him.
When the quack heard that someone wanted to see a doctor, he smiled and said, "Look, it doesn't cost money. I haven't had lunch yet. Make a bowl of rice first. "
Honest and generous mother hurried into the kitchen fire, and soon, a bowl of poached eggs was brought out, with ten poached eggs in it. The quack began to see a doctor after a full meal.
The quack doctor took a wooden stick for cooking pot, first drew a cross on the wall on the west side of the main entrance, then drew a circle outside, and asked her sister to stand at a distance of 20 feet and hold a white line with her hand. At the other end, the quack holds it, presses it on the cross, and then puts it to his ear, saying that hearing the white line tremor can diagnose the disease. After seeing the doctor, the quack took out a small bag of reddish-brown powder from the bag he was carrying, and said, "Wash this bag of medicine at twelve o'clock at night, drink it with warm water, and then go to bed. I woke up the next morning and I recovered. "
Doing the same thing, my sister's back pain has never been heard of, and quacks have never appeared again.
It happened very early, about six or seven years old. It was when my mother and elder sister were talking that I listened to an intermittent overview. Looking back now, my mother's wish is good, and I hope my sister's back pain will get better soon.
Once, my mother was ill. I invited Li Baxian, a doctor from Zhuanger, to visit her at home, prescribed medicine and took it. After a while, my mother was very uncomfortable, lying in bed moaning and shivering. I hurried to call Li Baxian. Li Baxian looked at it and said, "Drink more and see if it's better." Listening to my mother's groans, I was so flustered that I was at a loss and could do nothing.
After about ten or twenty minutes, my mother gradually fell asleep. At this time, Li Baxian said: "Never mind, whoever feels uncomfortable after sleeping, hurry to Qingtai Street Health Center." Fortunately, my mother is getting better and better.
Li Baxian, formerly known as Li Tianshu, was a rich man and studied medicine before liberation. According to the old man, before liberation, he fell in love with a widow of the Li family in Zhuangshang. Later, when the widow gave birth, the neighbor's sister-in-law saw it and said, your aunt, you are really unexpected. How did you get pregnant? what can I do? I told the midwife to go quickly. The widow said, but I can't invite you. Don't say anything, let outsiders know how shameful I am. Please help me deliver the baby. Died in childbirth. After Li Baxian knew it, he went to burn paper on the grave in the middle of the night, and a pimple drove him two miles away. Later, I went to the top to do business and lost four cars of salt in one night. There are also problems with the geomantic omen on the ancestral graves. This family is full of setbacks. Li Baxian stopped being a doctor and became the branch secretary of the brigade, and arranged Ni San as private school teachers at school. However, the three Nis have their own misfortunes. Dany married an officer as a private teacher, but later she was paralyzed by a stroke. Neil has congenital heart disease, too. She is in her forties and hasn't got married. Later, I went home to hear my father say that I married a private teacher. Sonny has five or six lovers. After four or five years of marriage, she divorced again. Now she lives alone with her son, just like a monkey breaking a stick.
In the past, barefoot doctors in rural areas did not have high medical skills and did not take measures when they were allergic to drugs. I remember when I was a child, my grandmother took me to the Eight Immortals in Li See, and I got an injection. I feel weak with pain, I can't walk, and I'm sweating. Out of his house, just lie on a board and have a rest.
Later, I learned that my mother was allergic to western medicine, and my mother was so uncomfortable after drug allergy. I will never forget that uncomfortable look.
Recalling my mother's past dribs and drabs is like the heart of the screen in the focal plane over and over again. The unforgettable and intoxicating lens is the most precious wealth and treasure in a person's life. Where do people without mothers come from? With a mother, we have a life. Where do we come from and where are we going? We came from our mother's side, and we will eventually return to our mother's side.
Why does a wanderer who has been wandering for many years care about his hometown? Because there was his mother, his white hair touched his heart. Even if my mother went to heaven, she was still buried in the soil of her hometown. Mother's grave on the yellow land is the home of wandering souls. Therefore, the soil in my hometown is fragrant because of the ghost of my mother, so the soil in my hometown is particularly kind.
Wanderers can go far away without anything, but they should bring a handful of hometown soil. Wandering in a foreign land, when drinking tea, I always put some native soil in my tea, otherwise I will not be acclimatized.
Wandering for decades, I feel very excited when I set foot on my hometown. Long-lost hometown, I, your wanderer, have finally come home. Now, near my village and meeting people, I am afraid to see a white-haired loving mother who dreams all day long! Once I saw my white-haired loving mother standing trembling at the head of the village on crutches. The tramp plopped down at her feet and knelt down feebly. Holding mother's feet in both hands and crying. Tears blurred the high cry in the middle: "Mom-"This affectionate call is full of decades of unforgettable thoughts, full of grievances and all kinds of sadness. All the misfortunes and sorrows of the wanderer, all the hardships and hardships, are poured out to their mothers through this affectionate call.
A person can have nothing in this life, but he can't live without his mother!
In the paradise in my heart, my mother sat there safely and looked at me.
Waving, as if waving to bless her children.
Mother smiled, and her smile was full of happiness and sweetness.
I took my mother's hand and sat opposite her without saying anything.
I took my mother's hand and strolled in the garden of the spiritual paradise.
Heart and heart have already blended, and no pale words can express the friendship between mother and child.
Ah, mother's voice and smile are always printed on the pages of the soul! Flipping the pages suddenly turned into the music of maternal love. Mom, my son misses you, and so does my son.
Mother's kindness is hard to repay, because her mother gave birth to a child with her life, because she made a child with her flesh and blood.
A mother has paid a lifetime price for her children, and her career is to raise them.
The birth of the child made the mother walk away from the gate of hell, but the mother was willing. Some unfilial children in the world don't care about their parents' upbringing. But because of some trivial things, they are dissatisfied with their parents, complain, turn against their parents and treat them coldly. I'm extravagant, but I can't bear to spend any money to support my parents.
Mom clearly knows that the danger of childbirth will be the price of life, and she has never heard of that mother not having children because she knows the danger. How many tears did the mother shed in the unforgettable pain at the moment when the child was born? Who knows? Not to mention that what followed was a handful of shit and urine, and I worked hard to raise my children.
Mother's labor pains have brought new life to the world, and mother is also very happy to create new life. Mother's greatest happiness is to see a fresh new life lying magically beside her.
It is difficult to repay the mother's kindness, because maternal love is selfless, absolute and unconditional, and because it is her child, she has paid a maternal love as precious as life. Parents' love for their children can never be reciprocated by children, because children's love for their parents is relative and conditional. Parents give their children great love, and it is good to return one point. Who can really understand the meaning of this sentence?
Once, grandma was angry with dad for some reason. At that time, she lived alone in one of the four tile houses in the west, cooking and eating alone. In the morning, I opened the door, only to find my grandmother lying on the woodpile in the house, her eyes red with sadness and tears. She gently sang "Bao Mujing" with tears:
My mother has been on tenterhooks for a month, but I'm afraid something will happen. My mother has been pregnant for two months, and there are dew on the grass. She doesn't want to worry about all kinds of diseases or eat. Three months later, my mother described the changes and couldn't sleep every night. My mother was pregnant for four months, her limbs grew, and she was uneasy for a while. When my mother was pregnant for five months, she found that her waist and knees were sore and her legs and feet were soft and painful. Mother is pregnant for six months, and three people and seven ghosts are sitting on the knife edge. My mother is seven months pregnant and has just been divided into seven parts. She eats mother's meat, drinks mother's blood and has abdominal pain. My mother is eight months pregnant, fidgeting and fidgeting. My mother is going to give birth in nine months, and all the bones and meat are like knives. I have to live and die to see my face. I am naked and bloody in my arms. I can't tell you how difficult it is for a mother to conceive in October. Raising children is more important than mountains. The difficulty of the mother's heart has passed, and I haven't suffered human suffering for a long time. The confinement is delicious and can't be swallowed. Washing diapers is not too tiring to forget to eat and sleep, cooking with milk several times day and night, and cooking for three or nine days is not cold. When smallpox and smallpox broke out, I couldn't wait to tide over the difficulties for my son. I prayed to the doctor that my father's legs and feet were weak, and prayed to my mother's gods that heaven and beautiful things could not be swallowed, but I couldn't help but spit them out. Pee on the left and sleep on the right as a pillow. Peeing on both sides can't sleep on mom's chest. Every day, I am willing to be busy with my children. When the children cry, my mother is so sad that she can't sleep.
Seeing grandma crying, I felt very sad and didn't know what to do. I was deeply impressed by the scene of grandma lying there crying and singing. This incident can show a mother's sadness.
The baby swims in the mother's body, and the mother's body has the baby's swimming pool. Calm as water, clear as jade.
The baby's job is to stretch out his limbs and swim without stopping. The water in the swimming pool surrounded his body, and he pulled the water with his hands and feet and played and played to his heart's content. After a while, when he was tired of playing, he slammed the wall of the swimming pool with his little feet and practiced high jump. At this moment, his mother felt his baby moving. The baby is in the mother's body. He kept moving and sleeping in the dark, so his mother could feel the fetal movement.
The mother felt the baby's movements and her heart was full of sweet happiness. Mother smiled. Fetal movement is sweet to mother. This wonderful fetal movement is the emotional communication between the baby and the mother. I have read a book describing the activities of babies at different stages in the mother's womb, and I was deeply impressed.
The baby is happy. He pulls the pool water briskly with his little hand and keeps pulling. After a while, he stretched himself, floated on the water, yawned, stretched himself, and slowly dragged the pool. Then, he comfortably sank to the bottom of the water and floated up again, so he happily played games that he thought were interesting. After a while, he curled up again, and his curled body floated quietly on the water like a basketball. More often, the baby is sleeping, like a round basketball floating on the water, and the baby shows a sweet smile.
The lamb heard his mother's cheerful and eager call, and he ran to his mother to find milk to eat. Mother sheep sniffed at the child with her mouth and baaed her name. Sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing, and crows have the meaning of feeding back. People, on the other hand, should repay the kindness of feeding.
When the baby was young, the mother always held it in her arms, humming a tune and stroking the baby's body with her hands. Babies always suck their mothers' milk greedily. So the place that the baby wants to go most is the mother's arms, where there is a warm mother's body fragrance, which makes the baby intoxicated.
When the mother untied her arms, the crying baby smiled instead of crying.
When the mother's warm arms snuggle on the baby's face, the baby doesn't smile.
Mother's arms are mellow as wine, and mother's arms are warm as poetry.