When we cry

When we come to this world, the first cry, always accompanied by the mother's smile, at that time, we are the mother's hope.

She wants us to call her mother, wants us to grow up, wants us to give her a fat grandson.

But, in fact, what she hoped for was our rebellion.

We had no idea what she did when she was starving. She followed us with a smile as we ate, bathed, and learned to walk. When we cry, her heart is painful, when we laugh, her heart is flying.

Later, we are going to school, she is looking forward to our results, looking forward to us being able to get a full score of the paper, or a certificate of award back.

When we were at school for a few hours, she was at home wondering what we were doing, whether we would have a conflict with our classmates, whether she would criticize our teachers...

When we are almost out of school, she came to the school gate early, stretching her neck to search for our figure, when she saw us, the big stone in her heart disappeared, but if we were left by the teacher, she could not see us.

We grew up, the rebellious period arrived, thought that we could be independent, did not need her discipline, began to rebel against her, and even recorded her bad things to you in the small book...

However, when we encounter difficulties, that little independent psychology will disappear without a trace, began to look for her arms. And she will always appear in front of you, reaching out with her hands gently patting your vest.Then she died, and we knelt at her grave, thinking about her...

At that time, we were grateful to her, but later, she was tough on us again, and we started to fight her again... Madness ravages her heart.

Some people even hurt their mother by hurting themselves...

During the rebellious period, do we know how many times our mother was angry with us, and how long we cried alone?

No, we don't know, and even if we did, we'd think she deserved it...

Gradually, the rebellious period has passed, recalling what we did before, will we leave tears of regret...

After our academic success, she began to worry about our life events, for us to find objects, in this matter, I do not know how much thought spent.

Later, when we got married, she put up wallpaper in our room with two dolls, a feudal superstition that we hated, but she ignored it in order to have a fat grandson.

Later, we had a doll, and she happily took the doll shopping every day, basking in the sun, and visiting home...

Later, the doll grew up, she is also old, sitting in a chair, looking at the success of our career, the heart is filled with warmth.

Then she died, and we knelt at her grave, thinking about her...

And then she found out that her whole life was for us...

We had no idea what she did when she was starving. She followed us with a smile as we ate, bathed, and learned to walk. When we cry, her heart is painful, when we laugh, her heart is flying.