Only you will love me so trivially.

my mother went back to the small county because of something at home. When I got home from work yesterday, I shouted to my mother in a loud voice when I went upstairs. My mother clapped the door twice with her hand. I suddenly remembered, ah, that my mother had gone back to her hometown and made herself laugh, so she pulled out the key and opened the door. The door was empty and I didn't know why I sat down on the sofa. I suddenly felt that the happiness we all worked so hard to pursue was that when we came home from work, someone could recognize your footsteps upstairs without waiting for you to knock on the door. and you don't have to take the key yourself, you can come and open the door and say wash your hands and eat.

it suddenly occurred to me that Da Zhang Wei talked about maternal love, saying that his mother's concern for himself had become an obsessive-compulsive disorder. while he was making music, his mother's arm came through his armpit, holding an orange in her hand. "you eat an orange," said, "you eat an orange," the sense of painting is too strong, many people laugh, really feel too life too image. In fact, my mother is the same.

when I was reading, my mother would sneak a glance at me in front of the door. sometimes she brought a bowl of soup to my mouth and drank it regardless of whether I was ready to drink it or not. then turn around and pretend I haven't been here before. Maybe she thought she didn't speak or speak, and she poured soup so quickly that I wouldn't notice it.

sometimes when I rush a manuscript at night, I'm used to squatting on the bed to write, because I write for an hour or so, and I'm too lazy to move when I write. My mother was always afraid that there would be something wrong with my spine. She wrote at me in the crack of the door for a long time, then she came in quietly, pressed my temple with both hands, and turned my head left, right, up and down.

I can't do housework. My mother always fantasizes about a lot of pictures in her head. She always fantasizes that after I get married, my mother-in-law kicks me out because I can't do housework; because I can't do housework, my husband abandoned me and my baby because I couldn't do housework. My husband found a mistress in the kitchen in the upper hall and abandoned me and my baby. However, I don't even have a date;

my mother is very troubled about my eating. Every time she leaves home, she is always afraid that I will starve to death at home. Because I don't cook, I've never cooked properly, and I don't know how to use natural gas or rice cookers in the kitchen. My mother struggled with this every day after she left home. She didn't want me to always make do with food outside. So I was advised to learn to cook by myself. In the middle of the persuasion, she said, "Oh, forget it. You'd better go out and eat. It's not good if the kitchen is fried."

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when I went out this morning, I turned around and saw a lot of apples and oranges on the table at the door, lying casually in plastic bags. I remembered that my mother had eaten almost all the fruit at home before she left. She probably bought these because she thought I could save my life when I was starving to death. I am a very rough person, the ability to take care of myself is very poor, to put it bluntly, my favorite fruit is orange, because there is no peeling, a lot of water, you don't have to drink water all the time, and you don't have to bite so hard. Probably before my mother left home, she thought that I would not eat very seriously, and that I would starve at home, so she silently prepared some rations for me.

I'm really rough about eating. If no one asks me for dinner, I can skip eating for two or three days, and I don't know I'm hungry, but if I get on the table, I don't know to stop, and I always eat too much, because I don't know how to be hungry. I've been starved and fainted, but also because I don't know how to count it as full, so I've vomited more than once or twice. Every time I went out to have dinner with my friends, my mother would tell me to eat more at the dinner table, talk more and chat more. when eating at home, my mother saw that I had eaten too much. she automatically took my bowl away;

my mother probably used Wechat the year before last. Since my mother knew that things in moments could be shared with friends, my chat notes with my mother are full of "be careful!". " "pay attention!." "something big has happened!." "A 20-year-old female college student died suddenly because." "forward it to your family." "stop eating." With such news, people of the older generation are not very good at deceiving people, nor can they understand why people nowadays make up these lies in order to earn the amount of reading, which leads to inexplicable eating on our dinner table. it also urges me to do all kinds of strange movements, and completely robs me of my freedom to drink Coke.

my mother's Wechat friends are all familiar uncles and aunts, as well as relatives in their own family, and their elders like to watch the children, so all her friends post pictures of me and my brother in her circle of friends. After a while, she will come to me and ask me to take some selfies. She will send them to her moments, and then the uncles and aunts will like and comment on how good your daughter is. Maybe the elders are good at their children, so they like to boast, so the mother feels happy.

my mother's Taobao account is mine. For a while, there are a lot of things in my Taobao favorites, and my browsing history is also very strange. My mother said that she showed me clothes, saw a lot, but would not buy them. I think I go to work every day, she silently fantasize about me wearing beautiful clothes at home;

she always likes to follow me. After coming to Yinchuan, she shouted for a part-time job, wanted to go to a place close to my company to do cleaning, said that we could have lunch together for several times, but stopped because she was not in good health and could not do the work. She was so disappointed that my baby was earning money outside, but the mother didn't do anything at home.

I remember being in Xi'an at that time. I was in a bad mood because I said goodbye to someone, so I closed the space and wrote some hypocritical words. within a few hours, my mother called me and asked me why I turned off the space. I can't even see you. She was aggrieved like a child at that time.

speaking of Xi'an, my mother especially likes the weather in Xi'an. She likes hot places. As soon as I was born, my father abandoned us and left. My mother took me and my brother alone. I didn't have a good month. I fell ill. She always felt cold, and she liked hot places, because she hadn't been hot for a long time. She just likes the summer in Xi'an.In the sun, at 37 or 8 degrees, she can go to the park to bask in the sun. When she saw me wearing a halter skirt in summer, she thought I was cold, held my shoulder and said I would warm you.

my mother became more and more worried about my marriage as I got older. She worried that I should marry a rich or not. She was afraid that if I married a rich one, my family would look down on me because my family was poor. She was afraid that if I married someone without money, I could not afford to suffer, and the family would not spoil me as if I were a daughter. And she forgot that I didn't have a choice at all.

my mother always blamed herself for not letting me learn a skill in the first place. she would sigh when she saw the child carrying the piano and wearing a dance costume. She always felt that she did not give me a good childhood. I can't comfort it. Every mother is like this, when they were young, they said, when you grow up, you will be better, when you grow up, they say I will be relieved when you get married, and when you get married, they say that when your children grow up, they will not be able to worry about their broken minds.

in fact, my mother is not a lively person. I have read a sentence saying that she is afraid of being alone, but afraid of being disturbed too much. My mother is probably such a person. She likes to laugh by video chat with her friends, but she is afraid that relatives and friends will visit her. For face-to-face communication with everyone, it is probably because her mother, brothers and sisters are all top students, but she is not. I am probably because she divorced prematurely and had a bad marriage, so she is afraid of being surrounded by the crowd and of personal face-to-face communication. But she always likes me by her side, even though I may just sit next to her and don't talk to her, read, write and ignore her, she feels at ease. Sometimes she wanted to speak, she said half a word, and when she saw me holding a book and a pen, she was stupefied to hold back the words.

my mother's name is Dongxiao. Grandma said it means Oriental Buddha Xiao, bright light and hope. I have always saved my mother's name as Dongxiao, because my mother is a warm person, just like the sunrise in winter, which makes people warm and gives people strength.

I have heard people say that in this world, my mother is the only one who sews the buttons you dropped, sewing the rest of the buttons all over again. I think that what my mother sews up is not only buttons, but also my whole life. When I was young, I could only see great love. I would like to thank my mother for bringing up my brother and me through untold hardships after my father abandoned us. No matter how hard it is, I never thought of leaving us behind. When I grew up, I could understand the love in these trivialities. Although trivial, maybe too trivial bothered us, my brother always laughed at me, saying that the way my mother raised me seemed like I was an imbecile, but it became more and more clear. In her thousands of trivialities, there seems to be some funny concern, and how much deep and delicate love is injected into her.

I am so grateful that I have my mother's blessing. I watch her grow old day by day, and become more and more like a lonely urchin day by day. I am glad that her life is getting easier and easier, and I am afraid that she will grow old in the years, in the breakfast that she watches me finish every day, every time she hears my steps to open the door for me before I take out the key. Over the years, I know you are ruthless, but please be kind to your mother, don't let her be short so soon, don't dye her black hair, don't cut off her tall appearance in memory, don't weaken her shoulders, let her always be as beautiful as flowers, all right?

this life will meet a lot of people who say they love you, they take vows of love through fire and water, say sweet words, romantic and elegant words, but they are not as kind as your mother's touch of your hair.

in this world, only a mother would love you so trivially.

does anyone recognize it? this is the Dayan Pagoda Fountain in Xi'an. At that time, the Dayan Pagoda Music Fountain could still get in and play, and my mother plucked up the courage to go down.

this is the sculpture played by the real person of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda on the side of the road that day. My mother didn't know it was true. She sat down to take a picture. As a result, the doll moved and almost made her cry.

she especially wants to play in dolls, but she says that these part-time children are so hard.