The man who gave birth to me and the man I gave birth to

The people who gave birth to me have been beating and scolding me, destroying my young mind and body, and for some time, I have been thinking that a child picked from a crack in the stone is a fate.

Mother has been cruel to my education since childhood, and I have been rebellious psychological treatment of her, since all the children are picked up from the rocks in the mountains, then we have no relationship, you beat me to scold me, I will fight back, dare not to big, then small, dare not face to face, then Yin feng Yang backfire, in short, I am full of rejection of the mother.

Mother is the widest person in the world, I fight with others, she always hit me a slap, to punish, and the person who started to hit me, is arrogantly hard to force, for a period of time, I doubt the mother's education.

I was angry with my mother when I was a child. I never had a formal confrontation. The formal quarrel took place in the college entrance examination, when my father was terminally ill, and my young mind had never experienced her pain, I swore to fill in her favorite volunteer, when she knew it, she raised her hand, a slap in the face, and the habit of falling on the place before, the old scar plus the new wound, so that I thundered, I quarreled with her endlessly, Play my innate quarrel offensive, sharp language full of rebellion, she said but I, only said a sentence: I gave birth to you to raise you a.

From then on, I just realized that I was born by my mother, not a child picked up from the mountains.

When everything was calm, I chose to give in, because my mother's words made me understand that I was in the same line with her, there was a blood relationship, and the role of family affection overcame the agitation of adolescence.

When I was in college, the person who gave birth to me went to the station to send me, the first time to go far away, she always felt at ease, and constantly complained about my bad deeds, let me change, let me guarantee that the car went far away, I still saw her appearance in the autumn wind, like a butterfly beating.

Mother is old, I have become a mother, the person I gave birth to is a boy, boys love to move, I dote on him, dare not hit him, afraid of the child by a little Yihao harm.

The one who gave birth to me beat the one who gave birth to me for me, because one day, when my mother came, the boy was fighting with others, and the boy did not have any reason.

I did not dare to do it, the meat fell off my body, love dearly.

When my mother slapped my son with ease, I had a heart-wrenching pain and wanted to rush forward and theorize with my mother, why did you beat the people I gave birth to, and the people you gave birth to are not enough?

Without waiting for me to recover, my mother scolded me: if you go on like this, sooner or later he will become a scum of society, without you, there were so many children in the countryside before, with your management method, the morning the house was uncovered, the child would have to fight and suffer.

I reasoned with her: he is my birth, you should always ask my advice when you fight.

You were born to me, she was born to you, and I have a blood relationship, I have to manage, I can't apologize to my conscience.

My mother taught me to be vicious, to be unsmiling when facing the child, to let him know your majesty, so that he is afraid and dare not be arrogant, otherwise, the public Security Bureau will pick him up in the future.

I really did this, and when I played again, my heart was not so sudden and sudden, the son's evil deeds were converging day by day, the mother's white hair was increasing day by day, and finally one day, the white hair became the cemetery head decaying grass.

The person who gave birth to me has already gone far away to heaven, and the person who gave birth to me has already got a family. I can appreciate the mood of being a grandmother. I love to let go, but I can't let go.

The person who gave birth to me gave me life, and I will transfer this responsibility to the person I gave birth to, from generation to generation, not only is a line of succession, but also a deep affection and responsibility, one day, all the mothers in the world will tell their children: you are born to me, not picked up from the mountain.

The one who gave birth to me, I call her mother, and the one who gave birth to me, he calls me mother. Such tacit understanding and inheritance is the whole life.