Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass rewards the kindness of three springs

　　I always want to write something about my mother, but every time I lift my pen, I don't know how to write.

　　When I was a child, my mother worked in the city, and I lived in the countryside with my grandfather and grandmother, so I seldom saw my mother, so she is only a vague image in my memory. Every New Year's Eve, my mother always came back on time, regardless of the snow and wind, regardless of the rainstorm, my mother always rushed back home in the stars to spend the New Year with us.

　　At that time, what I looked forward to the most was the New Year. Because, every time my mother came back, no matter early or late, no matter cloudy or sunny, she would bring me my favorite books and bring me back handsome clothes. In that youthful era, my mother's coming home always brought me joy, happiness, and anticipation. Grandpa and Grandma were also looking forward to my mother's return home, and when the lunar month of December arrived, they began to count the days day after day, waiting for my mother to return, and every time that time, Grandpa and Grandma's faces were full of smiles, preparing the food my mother loved and preparing the goods for the New Year.

　　At that time, my mother was still very young, a dark and shiny hair, a thin and slim dress, like the mother of mercy in Notre Dame de Paris, beautiful and moving, loving and approachable. I remember when I handed my mother my report card and an award, she always smiled brightly and encouraged and taught me to work harder to get the best results.

　　Every time after the New Year, my mother would get on the first bus of the New Year to rush back to the city and continue her busy schedule. My grandmother would hold me and stand at the platform where my mother left, unable to leave for a long time. Grandmother often chanted that her mother was saving her own money, but every time she came back for New Year's Eve, she bought so many gifts and told her to take care of her health and not to miss us, but my mother always smiled and shook her head, saying that everything was fine with her, and as long as she could see me and grandpa and grandma safe and sound, it was good.

　　My mother said that I was her hope. Many of her unrealized ideals, many of the dreams she had not been able to complete, I hope I can achieve, at that time, I was ignorant listening, a hazy face watching her obsessive contemplation, but the heart is still warm, silently told himself, I am the mother's hope, not to let her down.

　　Mother, love to read. Every time I go home for New Year's Eve, just a few days, she often books do not leave her hand, she said the book is their best friend, not only can be people's spiritual food but also their mentor and friend, a lot of things that can not be thought of, can not penetrate the world, reading, can always find some solutions. Perhaps, it is also from then on, their own mother's inculcation, love of reading, childhood, the memory always has a variety of stories, a variety of books to accompany me around, and from then on, with the text, and books.

　　Childhood is always inadvertently far away, the time of youth followed. At that time, my mother seemed to work harder. I heard my grandmother say that my mother often woke up early and slept late, busy with work, busy with business, and one person was worried about the family, my grandmother often said that my mother was suffering, but every time my mother called, she was smiling and chatting with us, always concerned about my studies, concerned about my life.

　　At that time, my mother came back every New Year's Eve, but on her face, and fingers, I see wrinkles see the calluses, although she is still so cheerful, so optimistic to chat with me, and tell me all kinds of interesting things in town, tell me all kinds of the wisdom of life, I, always quietly listened, thinking carefully.

　　My mother was always concerned about my studies, especially in my middle school and high school years. I still remember that my mother's phone calls were very diligent at that time, and sometimes she called very late at night, asking long questions about everything I was doing, and my grandmother would always cheerfully tell her that I was obedient and that my studies were great so that she could rest assured before my mother reluctantly hung up the phone. I remember it was winter, the weather in the north, winter is always extra cold, sometimes studying late, when you can not sleep, always like to look out the window in the moonlight, silly daze, imagine a lot of stories about my mother, about the city life.

　　At that time, when I came back from New Year's Eve, my mother brought me back more books, not the kind of childhood "100,000 reasons", "brain teasers", "Grimm's Fairy Tales", but some famous books with depth, such as "Nalan Lyrics", "Words on Earth", "Four Great Masterpieces", etc. My mother said that she hoped I would read more books and that my belly would be full of poetry, a boy can not have a distinguished family, no boy, can not have a distinguished family, no handsome face, but not without knowledge, not without connotation and literacy, not without cultural depth. When I gently opened the books my mother gave me, I always had an indescribable sense of joy, and when I walked into a world woven with words, I would always linger and enjoy it.

　　The good thing is that I was a good student at that time, and I was in the top three of my class every year, so I did not give my mother a psychological burden in this piece of study, because her son, who was a great student. During my adolescence, my mother paid a lot more attention and nagged me, but she always quietly supported me and encouraged me, so that I completed my metamorphosis from an ignorant teenager to young talent. My mother often says that I am her pride, a cup of hot tea every time she is tired, always give her courage and strength, always inspire her to continue to work hard to create a better life for me; I do not know, in my heart, my mother is my pride, but also my warm harbor and strong reliance because I want to be more diligent, more excellent, to give her a better future.

　　As I had hoped, I got into the ideal university in my heart. I know that my mother at the other end of the phone will stand there for a long time, holding Thone was never closed.

　　College is a time of youth and dreams, and for me, it was the most beautiful year of my life. Without the heavy homework and exams, without the constraints and restraints of teachers, I let go and started a journey of chasing my dreams. Participating in various club activities, attending various training and learning classes, listening to various lectures from famous teachers, and participating in various essay contests ...... time and again, I accepted the challenge, time with diligence and sweat, creating their miracle.

　　My mother, every time I called when I was depressed, without me telling her anything, she could always hear the joy and sorrow of my life over the phone, always encouraging me silently, comforting me, letting me try to fly high towards my dream, nothing else to think about, no need to worry about money, she would do everything possible to meet my journey to follow my dream, so that I don't have to have the slightest concern. When I was in college, in that era of vanity, when I, a student from a small county, stood on the highest podium time and again, my mother always smiled when she saw the photos and sent me living supplies.

　　My mother said, "Let me fly to my heart's content, work hard towards my dreams, don't have any troubles and worries, she will always be my strongest backing. Whenever I think of those words, I still feel relieved and drunk with my mother's brooding love. I also know that my mother's business was not good in those years, work was not smooth, and she was trying to create wealth with her life, to become my strongest back, she pretend calm strength, her sweat and tears, never to me to see, because she wanted her son, in the sky of dreams, free to fly. The sea is wide by the fish leap, the sky is high for birds to fly, and my mother used her own hands, to give me the height of the sky.

　　Later, I graduated from college and successfully found a job that suited me. And mother, when I look back at my mother again, her temples have been interspersed with gray hair, she used more than ten years of silent dedication, the achievement of my current carefree life, with the blossoming of life watered me the flowers of the sea of learning. Every time I call her, my mother continues to tell me cheerfully that everything is fine with her and that I don't need to hang on to her so that I can work hard and live well.

　　The other day, I overheard a picture of my mother on WeChat, and I remembered that the young and beautiful mother was no longer glowing, but with a kind of unspeakable vicissitude. I know, my mother is old, my mother is tired, and she needs to rest. My mother is still working in her hometown, thousands of miles away from me, and I am working thousands of miles away. I miss her from time to time, but I can't be around to take care of her.

　　Once, I was my mother's hope and pride, but now, my mother is the deepest strand of my heart.

　　When I think back, my mother never washed and folded my clothes, never gave me a lot of advice, never let me return much, but she, always with the most silent, warmest arms, to give me a high flying sky. A mother is an ordinary person, but in her embrace, I felt the ordinary but not plain love, warm and great love, the unrequited, selfless love.

　　The first time I saw a woman, I felt the warmth of her heart. Mother, the warmth of my life, a lifetime of concern. I write this on the eve of Mother's Day to wish my mother good health and happiness, and to wish the world a heart that knows its mother, that love.

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