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.

(3) 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.

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