Today, I read Liang Xiaosheng's article "Loving Mother", and I really felt the greatness and depth of maternal love.

In this article, Liang Xiaosheng, a teenager, wants the book "Young Guards". The poor mother gives him money to buy books despite the dissuasion of her colleagues. Liang Xiaosheng was deeply moved by his mother. She bought canned fruit for her mother. Her mother scolded Liang Xiaosheng and raised money again to buy books for him. As a result, Liang Xiaosheng has the first novel in his life.

In this article, I was very moved by a paragraph, "My back is straight, my mother. Turn around, my mother. Above the brown mask, a pair of tired eyes looked at me in surprise, my mother..." At this time, I seemed to see a damp small factory, a dark corner, a thin back bent, I saw Liang Xiaosheng's mother sitting there working hard, I saw Liang Xiaosheng's mother's tired eyes, I seemed to hear the deafening noise of seventy or eighty sewing machines, I heard the dissatisfied criticism of Liang Xiaosheng's mother's colleagues, I heard his mother's encouragement to Liang Xiaosheng, and my eyes gradually blurred

Gradually, I thought of my mother. My mother is a housewife. She cleans the house every day. She is always busy. She is busy washing clothes for us, cooking, washing shoes, checking homework... Every night when I fall asleep, she will help my father do the accounts. In my impression, my mother is just like steel. I don't know how hard it is or how tired she is.

One night, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard my mother moaning in pain in the next bedroom. "I'm exhausted," at that moment, my heart was very painful. Mother is a person. Of course, she will hurt, of course, she will suffer, but she is always tired out of my sight.

At this time, I can't help but think of a poem by Bing Xin: "Mother, the wind and rain come from the sky, the bird hides in its nest, and the wind and rain come in my heart, I hide in your arms".