The sun seems to have lost its original brilliance and become dim, and the laughter around it has been frozen, leaving behind sadness and regret. Everything around has turned white, but it has lost the meaning of symbolizing purity and peace, leaving only sad memories.

Looking at my mother's tight eyes, looking at the white hospital bed and listening to her slight breathing, I realized that in these sixteen years, my mother released all her love to me. It was pure and flawless love without any scars. but I ... ...

Sixteen-year-old candles are always so bright. These sixteen red candles not only hide my most beautiful dreams, but also brew an altar of bitter and sad tears.

"Son, do you know what it means to blow out these sixteen candles?" Mom asked me with a smile.

"What?" Perhaps this question is too sudden, and I look at it unprepared.

"It means that from this moment on, you will become a young man. What you have to do now is to enrich yourself with knowledge and pursue your dreams. Grasp it well, time waits for no one! " My mother looked at me with a smile, and I could see from her eyes that she had great hopes for me.

The word "chasing dreams" has taken root in my heart at this time, and "flying for dreams" has become my motto.

The soft light in the morning filled my whole body. When I was picked up by my schoolbag and looked at this harmonious scene, I couldn't help but feel a trace of happiness. Humming a minor, I began to smell the music and ran to the campus. Who knew what was waiting for me was tears and laughter?

As soon as I entered the class, I met the extra number face to face. A new Internet cafe opened and new games were introduced to our town. As a person who is angry with the game, I will inevitably be moved. But at the thought of my mother's eyes, my mother was at a loss again with words of expectation. Unfortunately, my will is not strong, and I have entered the "dust net" again.

Shen Hao, named, born, and finally promoted to the level of "prawn", everything is so smooth. But it's too late to go home. But I lied to my mother. Deceived my mother's trust in me and my mother always smiled at me and always cared about my health. "Last time, this is the last time" has been in my mind, but when I walked to the front of the Internet cafe, an irresistible force pulled me in.

In the face of the siege of our sects by various sects, my anger has been ignited, and I decided to go to a meeting at two o'clock in the evening to single out the masters of various sects. In the night, step into the internet cafe. Booting, boarding, killing people, everything is so skilled.

"Excuse me, have you seen my son?"

The voice is so familiar and full of anxiety. Mom? At this time, the legendary swordsman's spirit, chivalry and lofty sentiments have long gone, followed by fear and panic. Look around, there is nowhere to hide. At this moment, it seems that heaven and earth will not tolerate my unfilial son. Looking at the darkness outside the window, I saw that the window was only two stories high. At this moment, the heart of jumping off a building was born.

Jump! Already flustered, I climbed up the window desperately and jumped into the dark "abyss". There was a sharp pain on my hind legs when I landed, as if to tear my legs off me. All I can do is hold my legs in my hands and moan on the ground.

"Son!" My mother shouted and rushed in the direction where I fell, put her arms around me and vaguely saw her eyes red under the dim street lamp. A tear hit my face and ran down my cheek into my mouth. It's too hot! A fiery heart also hurts.

When I woke up again, it was all white, as if trying to set off my mistakes. Looking at my mother's pale lips, the feeling of guilt hit me hard.

"Mom." I shouted softly in a voice that only I could hear clearly.

"Oh, you're awake." Mom seems to have sensed it, too, so she quickly opened her eyes.

"I ... I, I want to say ... mom, I'm sorry!" These words stuck in my throat like needles, and it was hard to spit them out.

Mother just smiled. "It can't be all your fault. Although sixteen is a dream season, it is hard for a sixteen-year-old heart to resist the temptation. Under the temptation of the game, you gave up, and you gave your heart to it, so there will be such an ending. So you should remember this painful lesson and grasp it when you face it next time. Don't forget, you still have the most beautiful dream waiting for you to chase. "

The sunshine came out again, and chasing dreams made me get back on track. In those days, I found my true self and flew for my dream. But a new hand of temptation extended to me again.

The pace of learning in Senior Two is getting faster and faster, and yesterday's pace keeps repeating in this tense pace. Get up, do morning reading, have class and do problems. Singing the same boring songs every day. But one day her intrusion disrupted my monotonous pace. This time, in order to adjust my classmates' eyesight, I am going to change seats. My deskmate got a girl this time. Her name is Xue Jia. She not only has the beauty of sinking fish, but also has a cheerful and uninhibited personality. These advantages of her are also fixed in my mind.

Maybe I have entered the ranks of lovers. What kind of hairstyle is the most handsome and what kind of clothes are the most popular every day has replaced dreams as the main theme of my life in order to attract her attention. Finally, I succeeded. My romance begins with a sentence "I like you".

The dream-chasing heart has also faded, and the dream-chasing tea in front of me has been replaced by a cup of fragrant coffee. When I was completely immersed in the atmosphere of love, my grades went from bad to worse. But between sweetness and bitterness, I prefer sweetness. Still singing my perfect love song.

The night is quiet and beautiful, and the fragrance of love is everywhere. After self-study in the evening, I took her hand and strolled in the moonlight-shrouded street, feeling a little sweet. I don't know. The minute hand on the watch turned two and a half times. I suddenly woke up from a sweet atmosphere. Shit! Mom must be looking for me everywhere in a hurry. Break up in a hurry and run straight home.

Rush home in one breath. Downstairs, I suddenly saw the white woven desk lamp in the room emitting dim white light from the window, feeling a little hazy. It seems that my mother has been waiting for me for a long time. I gently pushed open the door and heard my mother's slight breathing. My mother sleeps beside the bed with clothes. I didn't dare to disturb. I walked over and found a piece of paper under the lamp. There is a little poem and a few lines written on it. It seems that my mother left it here on purpose.

"the stars

People who look up at the stars,

Always thought that stars were gems,

Crystal clear, translucent and flawless.

As everyone who flies to the stars knows,

There is dust, stone slag,

As complicated as the earth.

Son, don't forget that you still have a dream. There is still a long way to go, a beautiful place on that road. Don't miss its beauty and stop your pursuit of dreams. Seen from a distance, it is beautiful. But look carefully, it still has many flaws. Don't linger, look ahead. I believe you, son. "

After reading it, my hand shook slightly, and white paper floated out of my hand, which contained my ignorance and my inner impulse when I was young. My eyes are clear.

"Mom." I shouted softly.

Mom opened her sleepy eyes and looked at me. "I know everything." .

"I see, I will try my best." I answered confidently.

The earth was covered with dazzling light again, and I broke up with her. Suddenly I feel like my body has relaxed a lot. It turns out that even if coffee is fragrant, it is still more refreshing than the bitterness in green tea. Reorganize your thoughts and move in the direction of your dreams.

"Boy, you stop."

I was about to go home when I was stopped.

"What on earth did you do to Xue Jia? She cried all day yesterday. " A tall boy stood in front of me and shouted.

"Nothing! I just broke up with her. " I explained to him doubtfully.

"I tell you, you can't walk home smoothly tonight." The boy dropped this sentence and turned and walked away.

I know the meaning of this sentence best. I went home in a panic. Mom seemed to see something and asked me, but I didn't say anything. After eating quickly, I said goodbye and rushed to the school to move reinforcements. Finally, after I sacrificed my January allowance, the "class bully" of our class came out.

Today's night is particularly dark. There is no star in the sky, which seems to be the devil's mouth, trying to devour everything. Not far away, cigarette butts lit up and stared at me like demons.

Getting closer and closer to his door, my mother's figure and kind smile suddenly appeared in my mind, which slowed my steps down. But it was too late, and they rushed at us. I instinctively raised my hand and struggled against it.

"son! ! ! "

Mom! It's mom! I stopped in a hurry and they ran away, too. I'm the only one standing there, melting into the darkness and letting the darkness swallow me up. Mother stood quietly under the dim street lamp.

"Go home." Say that finish, mother turned and walked home. I left this sinful place and my mother.

As soon as I entered the room, my mother picked up a stick and hit me. My body is burning with pain. But who knows how painful my mother is now? Mother's jealousy made two lines of tears flow from her tired eyes.

"You ran out to surf the Internet at night, I forgive you, because your ability to resist temptation is limited. Your young heart is budding in the dust net of love. I forgive you, because this is the only way for you to grow up. I can't forgive you for what happened today. I gave birth to you and raised you to pursue your dreams, not to let you fight and endanger society. I should never have given birth to you. " Mother's voice was hoarse at the end. I can only stand there and listen to my mother's lesson.

"I ... I want you, and ... what ..." Mother said and fell down.

"Mom-"I went crazy to help my mother and ran to the hospital behind her back.

At dawn, everything around turned white. White lets me know what maternal love is and what is the root of my mother's heartache. Sixteen years old is coming. It hurts to look at my mother's tired eyes and recall the past with a sour heart. My mother drank all the sour tears. In this miserable world, I finally understood the meaning of my mother's tears. This is a pain of love. Mom, get better soon! Son, I have seen my dream.

The sun came out and dreams danced before my eyes. Mother's smile is reflected in the dream. How beautiful!

Love in the rain

It's raining, I think of you, my mother, and that rainy day ... I just want to say sorry to you: "Mom, I'm sorry!" " "

Sunday is the time for sketch class. You came all the way from the classroom to see me off. But the weather was bad and suddenly it began to rain. You are pedaling your bike with great strength. Rain as big as peas is dripping on your face, clothes and glasses. Sweat is slipping from your face. You are still riding hard. I leaned my umbrella against you, but you said with concern, "Don't call me. You just had diarrhea yesterday, don't catch a cold again. " I was speechless and had to keep hitting me with my umbrella. When I arrived at school and saw no one around, I began to panic: Don't miss class today! My mother gave up taking a nap in class to see me off, but if I want my mother to take me home again now, isn't that fooling around? I jumped out of the car and asked the doorman. After asking, I just felt like a bolt from the blue. I almost had a "heart attack". It was terrible. There was no class today! I walked up to you and whispered, "Sorry, Mom, there is no sketch class today." After hearing this, you are still cheerful. Thoughtfully, you kindly pointed to my nose and said, "I knew there might be no class today, but I was afraid that class would delay your study, you idiot." I will take you home again! I quickly said, "Mom, don't you have to go to work?" I walked home by myself. "You said with a smile," you a person to go home, I can rest assured that the parents? "Get in the car!" I got on the bus as promised. Along the way, the road was smooth and bumpy, and I somehow felt particularly guilty, especially sorry for my mother. But my mouth is like super glue, and I can't open it. Even if you open it, your throat won't make a sound.

When I got home, I stood at the entrance of the building, watching your fading figure disappear completely in the vast rain and fog. I suddenly realized how great you are. ...

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Unforgettable fire

Fire, with beautiful colors, is also frightening. But in the face of the fire, my mother is not afraid.

One morning, I woke up to find that the door of my house and the wall of the corridor were all black, and the air was filled with a faint smell of coke. I was shocked to see this scene. Later, I learned what happened last night through my neighbors and my mother.

Last night, the switch on the first floor suddenly stopped and struck a light. Soon, the fire broke out. The fire burned wantonly and smoke billowed. Here comes the fire truck. Knock on the door to evacuate the crowd. At this time, my mother woke up, too. When he found out that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up while I was sleeping. But because I just finished dancing class and was very tired, I slept like a log. No matter how my mother screams and pushes, she just can't wake me up. My mother wants to run with me, but I am too heavy, which is far beyond my mother's ability. So, my mother made up her mind to stop running and stayed with me. Mother soaked two towels, covering my nose and mouth and herself. My mother held me like this, without thinking that I was waiting for the arrival of life. Fortunately, the firemen put out the fire at the critical moment, and my mother and I were saved!

Mother described the composition lightly, as if she didn't take the fire at night seriously at all. But at this moment, I can't listen anymore, and tears blur my vision.

In a flash, I felt a warm feeling flowing in my heart. What power can keep mother from shrinking in the face of blazing fire? What power can make my mother face the danger of death and accompany me to face the fire? I think this may be maternal love. Simple but tearful. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water, which is true after all. The power of maternal love is great, that is, the mother is brave in the face of fire. Actually, my mother can put me down and run for her life alone. But she didn't. In do or die, let my mother hold me and give me strength. Escape is human instinct, but we can only give in before selfless maternal love. Motherly love is a kind of strength, a kind of belief and a kind of responsibility. It is true that "only mothers are good in the world". When you are injured or in danger, mother will open her arms, give you strength and give you warmth.

A friend in need is a true friend, and a mother who talks at ordinary times will be fearless in front of the fire, probably because of that thick maternal love!

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Unfortunate woman

This is an unfortunate woman. On a stormy night, an accident car knocked her off the zebra crossing and escaped in the boundless darkness. She is very lucky. The green life channel of traffic accidents made her get the best medical treatment in the first time, and she had no worries about medical expenses. She has been in a coma since she was admitted to the hospital. The doctor said: her brain nerve has been damaged, and she may never wake up. She is pregnant. Because of the need of treatment, we should consider induced labor! When she transferred from neurology to obstetrics and gynecology, the doctor couldn't make up his mind to perform the operation. The fetus in her belly is not only developing normally, but also some vital indicators are higher than those of the fetus in the same period. It is a miracle! ! !

Her life story is also a mystery. Where did she come from? Where are you going? Who did she meet in her hurried journey, who was the father of the child in her womb, and what was the story? As long as she is not awake, she will never know whether his life before the accident was happy or sad.

Time passed day by day in her coma, and finally one day she was pushed into the delivery room, and then the doctor proudly announced that this 5 kg baby boy was extremely healthy! The nurse brought the child to her. They think that although the mother is a vegetable, she should let the mother and son meet. With the baby's instinctive sucking, mother's face appeared all kinds of impulses, and her chest was wet! Milk is secreted bit by bit. From then on, whenever the wet nurse brought the baby to nurse him, she would have this happy expression on her face, and sometimes she would whisper something, just like a happy mother singing to her child.

Three months later, the children were fed in turn, and she finally passed away peacefully. The weight at admission was 12 1 kg, 86 kg postpartum, and only 63 kg before death. She conceived and nurtured the child with her own flesh and blood! I could have left after giving birth, but I was afraid that my child would be lonely and insisted on accompanying him on the road of life for a period of time. Later, we bought her a cheap cemetery without her name and her life. There is only one line on the simple tombstone: a woman shining with maternal love!

Is there a beautiful language that can express maternal love? I don't think so.

Is there a magic ruler to measure maternal love? I don't think so.

I read a newspaper that a massive mudslide destroyed four villages in meigu county, Sichuan Province last June, and instantly swallowed up more than 150 lives. A young mother, although her thigh was crushed by a rock, stood in a waist-deep mudslide for more than four hours with only a few big babies in her hands. She persisted until the early hours of the morning, and when the rescuers came, the baby was unscathed!

Tears ran down my cheeks when I read this report. In the misty eyes, there seems to be a sculpture standing in front of us, surrounded by sacred light, that is our mother! It is the maternal light of Chinese mothers that surrounds her!

I once read an article in Reader magazine: In the "7.3 1" air crash in Nanjing, almost all the passengers on the plane were killed, but a baby girl named Dany miraculously survived. It turned out that at the moment of the plane crash, Dany's mother Gong Hongmei held the child tightly in her arms and blocked the rocky foreign bodies and flames with her body. Gong Hongmei exchanged her own death for the life of Little Dany. The mother held her daughter tightly, and the rescuers made great efforts to save little Dany.

A few years ago, when I was a primary school student, I read this article, but I will never forget the shock it caused in my heart! With tears in my eyes, I thought about an age-inappropriate question: what is maternal love? It seems that from this moment on, I found the answer.

One day, my brother copied me a poem entitled "A bowl of rice with oil and salt": The day before yesterday/I came home from school/there was a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot. There wasn't a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot yesterday/when I came home from school. /Today/I came home from school/fried a bowl of rice with oil and salt/put it in front of my mother's grave.

Glancing at this little poem, I am still in a state of ignorance. When I read this little poem carefully for the second time, my tears came down. For such a mother who has to prepare a bowl of oil and salt rice for her children in the last days of her life, and for such a mother who tries her best to give her children warmth and love in poverty and bitterness. Through the biting wind and rain, I seem to see that there is a poor and great mother like Qian Qian in thousands of poor villages in Qian Qian, Qian Qian!

Like many classmates, I grew up under the care of my mother. Maybe it's because I have too much, and I can't appreciate the preciousness of maternal love. Until my mother left me to work in a distant place, until I left my hometown to study in a vocational school, leaving me away from my parents for a long time. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate and visiting mother happily get together, I would quietly hide aside.

Maternal love is the greatest in the world.

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