My good mom

For as long as I can remember, my mother has been the image of a middle-aged woman

My mother was also a middle-aged woman, and even looked older. The year before yesterday, my mother mentioned one thing to me, the first time my niece and son-in-law came to the door, and my mother was also masked for the first time, the young man had his duty, he had always smiled and greeted people, and when he looked at it, he knew that he was not good at words. But without losing the courtesy, take the initiative to say hello.

But as soon as I opened my mouth, I was shocked, and "Grandma is good" was shouted to no one else, it was my mother.

The mother was embarrassed for a moment and just smiled and watched. The niece next to her hurried to correct, this is the big bride, kiss the big bride. The mother did not pursue it, and she also somehow said "Don't shout wrong next time" with a smile.

The boy was embarrassed and nervous, with a smile on his face, scratching his head uncomfortably.

Mom explained in a joking tone, trying to hide her indifference. How could I not know her true thoughts, and what woman wouldn't mind being said to be old?

Feelings for the mother are always complicated, and one second may still be unrequited love, and the next second they will never see each other.

Just graduated a few years ago, in the search for a job everywhere hit the wall, high or low. Slowly people will lose their lives, fall into a black hole, and do not know what they can do and what to do. Not confident and directionless, afraid of gossip. Refuses to socialize and likes to trap herself in her room all day and all month.

A month or two, my parents also found me a problem. Increased the number of conversations with me. However, for the post-60s generation, the enlightenment of children is simply disorderly. Always complaining, you don't argue, you have worked hard to cultivate you, but you are so unconventional.

During that time, I could really feel myself bouncing back and forth on the verge of depression. Despair of life, and indifference to death. Constantly burning, filling, squeezing in the heart. Slowly approaching in the direction of the explosion.

Today I am fortunate to be able to tell the story of the past, and I should thank my cousin, who introduced me to a job, although not very good, busy, hard to fill the work days, but it is indeed the first ray of sunshine to break through the clouds. Let the brain have no time to take care of depression, and slowly people will become more cheerful.

Now that I am older, I can appreciate the hard work of my parents. The sweat of his father under the scorching sun is like rain, and the bitterness of his mother's lamp is like a bitterness. He also told me deeply that I should honor them well.

One of the things that still keeps me in mind is that I was in the first grade when I was 7 years old. Because he had not attended kindergarten, his learning ability was worse than that of ordinary students, and he was punished by the teacher for failing an exam 100 times. I remember writing for a long, long time. Crying and writing, I remember very late and late I did not finish writing. The eyes were also very unasputed and shrugged down and fell asleep. At night, I was also confused to see my mother drawing one stroke at a time in my homework book.

The next morning, when I picked up my homework I saw a page full of pages. The strangeness and neatness between the strokes made me recognize that this was the punishment that my mother helped me to complete. My mother didn't go to school for a day and couldn't read. But for me, she wrote this book full of it. Suddenly, my heart was full of mixed feelings, and I couldn't say how uncomfortable it was. Then he began to cry again. My eyes were red that day.

Time is always too old to stand up to the passage of time. I grew up and my mother got old. I always want to be filial and respectful in my heart, but I am always wandering outside.

This year, I returned home on Mother's Day and prepared a bouquet of flowers. A small gift for her. I had already guessed that she would nag me to spend money indiscriminately and spend a lot of money. It is not easy to persuade me to make money, so I must save a little.

The smile on her face also always leaks out unconsciously, and this happiness makes me feel that everything is worth it