Listen to the works of five famous masters and feel the tender and deep maternal love

The thread in the mother's hand, the coat of the wandering son's body.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Who said that the heart of grass inch, reported three Chunhui.

Since ancient times,

People never stop praising maternal love,

But this is still not enough to say the greatness of maternal love.

Mother is the soul of a family,

It is also the pillar of children's spiritual growth,

As Mother's Day approaches,

Let's listen to the gentle and deep interpretation of motherly love written by five famous artists, and better understand the thick love.

　　01

Birthday Card

Author: Xi Murong

Read aloud: Zhang Luzhou

So this may be the biggest reason why mother collected this rough birthday card well. Because, over the years, I only gave her one. Over the years, I will only constantly ask her for more love, more care, and more evidence, hoping to prove that she loves me.

And me? I just gave her a sweet card when I was fourteen. But she believed me and collected it carefully, because maybe this is the only evidence she can get from me.

At that moment, I found that all mothers in the world are so easily deceived and satisfied! At that moment, I couldn't help shedding tears.

Author: Xi Murong

Reader

Zhang Luzhou

He works in the Fifth Company of China Railway 19th Bureau, likes reading aloud and loves life.

　　02

Mother

Author: Mo Yan

Read aloud: Wang Chuang

I was born in a remote and backward village in Gaomi County, Shandong Province. At the age of 5, it was a difficult time in Chinese history. My first memory of life is my mother sitting under a pear tree with white flowers in full bloom, beating wild vegetables on a white stone with a purple washing club. The green juice flows to the ground and splashes on the mother's chest. The air is filled with the bitter smell of wild vegetable juice. The sound of the mallet beating wild vegetables is dull and damp, which makes my heart feel tight.

This is a picture with sound, color and smell. It is the starting point of my life memory and my literary path. I use my ears, nose, eyes and body to grasp life and feel things. The memory stored in my mind is such a three-dimensional memory with sound, color, smell and shape. This way of feeling life and remembering things, to some extent, determines the appearance and characteristics of my novels. What makes me unforgettable in this memory picture is that the worried mother sang a song in her mouth when she worked hard!

My mother has never read a book and knows no words. It's really hard to describe the suffering she suffered in her life. War, hunger, disease, what kind of power supported her to survive in such suffering, and what kind of power enabled her to sing when she was hungry and sick? For some time, several women committed suicide in the village. I felt a great fear for no reason. It was the most difficult time in our family. I always worried that my mother would go to the end. Whenever I came back from work, I would yell at the door as soon as I came in. Only when I heard my mother's answer, I felt a stone fell to the ground. Once when I came back from work, my mother did not answer my call. I felt that the most terrible thing had happened and couldn't help crying loudly. At this time, mother came in from outside. She was very dissatisfied with me. She thought that a person, especially a man, should not cry casually. She asked me why I was crying. I dare not tell her my worries. My mother understood my meaning and said to me, "Don't worry, son. I won't go if the Lord Yan doesn't call!"!

Although my mother's words were not high pitched, I suddenly gained a sense of security and hope for the future. This is a solemn promise made by a mother to her worried son. Live, no matter how hard it is! Now, although Mother has been called by Lord Yan, her courage to struggle to survive in the face of suffering will always accompany me and inspire me.

Author: Mo Yan

Reader

Wang Chuang

He works in Guangzhou Engineering Company of China Railway 19th Bureau, and likes to travel and read.

　　03

My Mother

Author: Hu Shi

Read aloud: Tang Jie

Every day at the beginning of the day, my mother wakes me up and asks me to sit up dressed. I never knew how long she had been sitting when she woke up. Seeing that I was awake, she told me what I had done wrong and said wrong yesterday. She asked me to admit my mistakes and study hard. Sometimes she told me about her father's various advantages. She said, "You should always step in your father's footsteps. I only know this complete person in my life. You should learn from him and not fall down on his shares." (Falling down on his shares means losing face and making a fool of yourself.) She often shed tears when talking about sadness.

At dawn, she put my clothes on and urged me to go to early school. The key on the school door is in the teacher's house; I first looked at the school gate, and then ran to my husband's house to knock on the door. Someone in my husband's family handed out the key from the crack of the door. I took it and ran back. I opened the door and sat down to study. I was the first to open the school door in eight or nine of the ten days. When my husband came, I carried the book on my back and went home to have breakfast.

My mother rules me the most. She is a kind mother and a strict father. But she never scolded me or hit me in front of others. I did something wrong. She only looked at me. I saw her stern eyes and was frightened. She didn't teach me until I woke up the next morning. She committed such a big crime that she closed the door at night when people were quiet. She blamed me first, and then punished me by kneeling or wringing my flesh. No matter how heavy the punishment is, I will not be allowed to cry. She didn't teach her son a lesson to make others listen.

Author: Hu Shi

Reader

Tang Jie

He works in Guangzhou Engineering Company of China Railway 19th Bureau, and likes to host, recite and play basketball.

　　04

Memories of My Mother

Author: Yang Jiang

Read aloud: Gao Meng

My mother is honest and never agile. If she is bullied, she often doesn't feel it, and then she understands, "Oh, she is laughing at me" or "Oh, he is scolding me". But she never cared, and soon forgot. She is broad-minded and never thinks of old evils, so she can get along well with anyone, and has never had a friend in her life.

Mother is not stupid. She should be said to be very clever. She was born in a rich business, and her family also asked a female teacher to teach her. She can read both new and old novels and is good at needlework. In the year when I was born, my father bought a sewing machine of Singer brand for her. She bought materials to cut, sew and sew on the sewing machine, and soon made a suit of clothes. Mother likes to read novels when she is not sewing. Old novels such as White Fur make her giggle. Reading new novels can also understand the styles of various writers. For example, after reading Su Mei's "Heart of thorns" and her "Green Sky", she said to me, "How can she learn the tune of Su Xuelin's" Green Sky "?" I said, "Su Mei is Su Xuelin!" After reading Bing Xin's works, she said that she is a famous female writer, but not as good as anyone. I think they are all appropriate.

Mom keeps accounts every night. Sometimes she can't remember how to spend the money. Dad grabs the pen and writes a "muddle headed account". She is not allowed to bother too much. But according to my father, my mother sent her family home in Wuxi every month, and never missed a day in her life. This is not easy, because she is a busy person. She is busy enough to lead a family life every day. My family is often transferred from Shanghai to Suzhou, Suzhou to Hangzhou, Hangzhou to Beijing, and Beijing to Shanghai because my father has no fixed place to work.

My father is tired of this kind of work and has changed his profession to become a lawyer. As a lawyer, he wanted to have a firm, so he bought a big, dilapidated house. Mom is certainly busier. Then the Japanese invaders invaded China, and my mother fled to the countryside with my father. My mother got a bad disease and was unable to recover from it. Our mother never had one.

I miss my mother, and suddenly it occurred to me why I didn't write an article "Memories of My Mother"? I have no father or mother, and no sisters or brothers. I wrote this memory under the light alone, and I still remember and recall it crazily.

Author Yang Jiang

Reader

Gao Meng

He works in the Electric Engineering Company of China Railway 19th Bureau, and loves reading, speaking and traveling.

　　05

My Mother

Author: Feng Zikai

Read aloud: Wang Chenyu

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I left my mother at the age of seventeen to study far away. When I was leaving, my mother's eyes sent out a solemn glow, telling me to treat others and learn from others; The quarrel shows a kind smile and takes care of all the details of my daily life and food. She prepared my tuition, she prepared my luggage, she made me a can of fried rice noodles with lard and put it in my basket; She made a small wire board for me, put two leads in my box, and then sent me out. When I came back from vacation, as soon as I entered the store, I saw my mother sitting on the Eight Immortals chair in the northwest corner. She welcomed me home, with a kind smile on her mouth. She inquired about my studies, and her eyes shone with serious light. In the evening, she went to the kitchen in person to cook some of my favorite vegetables for me to eat. Under the light, she inquired about my school life and encouraged, taught, or blamed me.

After I graduated at the age of 22, I went to serve far away. Instead of living under my mother's knee, I had to return to my hometown on holiday. Every time I returned home, I still saw my mother sitting on the chair in the northwest corner, her eyes emitting serious light, and her mouth showing a loving smile. She treats me like a virtuous lord and teaches me like a good teacher.

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When I was 30 years old, I abandoned my job and returned home to study and write for my mother. My mother still sat on the chair of the Eight Immortals in the northwest corner every day. Her eyes glowed seriously and her mouth smiled kindly. But her hair has gradually turned from gray to silver.

My mother died when I was 33 years old. My mother no longer sits on the Eight Immortals chair in the west corner of my old house. However, whenever I saw this chair, my mother's sitting figure would appear in my mind - her eyes were shining with seriousness, and her mouth was smiling kindly. She is both my mother and my father. She taught me to raise me as a strict father and a loving mother. I was born until I was thirty-three years old, no, until now. Tao Yuanming said in his poem, "When I heard the words of an elder, I would not like to cover my ears." I also made this mistake; I have accepted all my mother's love, but I will not accept all her teachings.

So every time I look at my mother's sitting figure in my imagination, I feel very grateful for the kind smile on her mouth, and I feel very afraid of the serious light in her eyes. This brilliance gives me deep vigilance and strong encouragement every time.

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Author: Feng Zikai

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Reader

Wang Chenyu

He works in the Third Company of China Railway 19th Bureau, and likes writing, reciting and guqin.

(e employees of CRCC)