The 88-year-old mother has been paralyzed in bed for seven or eight months, and her already thin body is getting thinner and thinner. When I drove back to my hometown on Sunday and saw her lying on the bed, my heart felt like this Bitter pain.
I stayed with my mother for a day. When I told me to leave in her ear, she suddenly burst into tears, which made me panic. This is a situation that has never happened in the past, asking "what do you want to say?".
Her mouth was open, but she couldn't utter her voice. She pointed her finger at the light rain that was still pattering outside, and pointed at my short-sleeved clothes. I knew she was afraid that I would be cold...
I couldn't help tears. The earth is full of face.......
Her eyesight and hearing are much worse than before. The most uncomfortable thing is that she can't speak clearly after a cerebral infarction. Moreover, as she stays in bed for a long time, her temper is worse than before, and she often has a little temper. Having a small temper is fortunate that the younger brothers and sisters take good care of them, their minds are still clear, and meals are acceptable.
The cry of my old mother suddenly pulled my flying soul back. When people are old, when I want to walk, I can’t eat, I can’t tell, every time my children go out, I think of sending them at the entrance of the village. She couldn't deliver it. When she wanted to cook their favorite meal for her children and couldn't do her best, she felt a kind of torment in her heart. Expressing this helplessness with crying was her only choice.
People are getting old, really pitiful. When the elderly need it most, it is not how outstanding, outstanding, and beautiful the children are, but a love, a filial heart, companionship and comfort. Throughout a person's life, what he wants or what he wants is nothing, and what he wants is what his children should give back when they should give back.
Don’t forget, each of us is bound to grow old; don’t forget, parents’ efforts are far more than our rewards to parents; don’t forget, your children are also following you, in basically the same way I will treat you in the future; don’t forget the way home, don’t forget the parents of my hometown...
The cry of my old mother has been echoing in my ears, shaking my heart....
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