Mom s diary when she wasn t at home, Mom s diary

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I remember that on my 8th birthday, my mom gave me a special gift. It's neither pretty stationery nor fancy costumes, but two diaries written by my mother.

I took the diary with both hands, carefully opened it, and looked at it carefully. The diary records the mother's life trajectory of pursuing truth, goodness and beauty, the mother's beautiful vision for the future life, and the mother's optimistic and cheerful spirit towards life, but more importantly, it records how the mother is strong in the face of setbacks and ups and downs. As I watched, tears flowed uncontrollably, and the weak-looking mother in front of me became stronger in my heart, as if I saw all the adversities my mother had experienced.

Mom is an upright person, open-minded, and never retreats in the face of difficulties. Mom despises all things ugly and believes in all things good.

I remember that my mother said to me at that time: "Son, you have a long, long road to go through in the future, and you will have to go through a lot of things in the future. ”

Time flies so fast, and I am 10 years old today, and whenever I encounter difficulties in my studies and life, I always think of my mother's two diaries. It motivates me to be positive and move forward. Now I have grown from an ordinary classmate to an excellent team committee.

In the process of growing up, I couldn't do without the cultivation and education of teachers and counselors, and even more so from the two diaries that my mother gave me. This precious and special gift has always accompanied me as a compass for me as a person.

Seeing things and thinking about people is probably the gentleness of relics.

In a locked drawer in my house, my mother's diary is hidden, and I always take advantage of my father's absence to secretly take it out to see what kind of woman my young mother is.

Eighteen years have passed in a flash, and the separation has become an adult, looking back at the mother in the diary, how immature and innocent the child, the sixteen-year-old girl, accompanied by her fourteen-year-old daughter, for a while, for many years.

When I was sixteen years old, I was still studying, and my youth was a pure white shirt with a scent, and my mother had already started working.

Dad once said, "Your mother entered the factory at a young age, which is really distressing." ”

My mother once said, "I feel very happy to marry your father, who has given me the security and warmth of my home." ”

Mom is very beautiful, big eyes are pure, that is the girlish feelings flowing in the diary, although Dad is not the majestic and handsome dream in the depths of the courtyard, but it is Mom's shelter and down-to-earth life.

They use the passing years to tell me about happiness.

The seasons are like flowing, and the girl in the diary is a new mother, and the initial crying is for her daughter's worry, afraid that she will suffer too much in her life, physical, psychological, social, and life.

I still remember the tears on the text, both from my mother and mine more than ten years ago. I feel sorry for her heartache, and I feel sorry for her reluctance.

Mother and daughter are two people in this world, so intimate that they are their own.

She gave me the best childhood, I have always grown up in love and warmth, and there is no missing in my heart.

Perhaps, life is too trivial, and romance is replaced by firewood, rice, oil and salt, but the girl's feelings have never dissipated in my mother's heart, nor have they disappeared in my blood.

In the diary, there is the first gray hair of Dad, which must be their vow to be white, and it will take root.

There are mother's poems hidden in the diary, immature and gentle, tactful, that is the self she has never abandoned.

The diary condenses the changes of time, it is she who is sixteen years old to thirty-six years old, accompanying me from the age of fourteen to thirty-two, reading my mother's diary, which has become a dialogue between me and my mother, exchanging heartfelt feelings and joys and sorrows.

It's just that all fate has a time limit, and the year my mother left, the snow didn't fly, the sky didn't crack, and even the hot dry noodles downstairs were stalled as usual.

But from now on, I will be stoppedEmbark on solitude

I am also my mother's relic in the world, a diary that is getting thicker and thicker, and my life is becoming more and more brilliant, so that I can live up to all the tears she shed for me.

I like my mother's smile the most, childlike, pure beauty, warmth, is the arrival of a whole spring.

Now, I sit in the autumn breeze, my eyes are full of colors, and in my arms is my mother's pink diary, which is the first and last love affair of the sixteen-year-old girl.

Reference: Today, my mother was on a business trip, and my father had to go to work, so my father had to put me in someone else's house.

I spent the morning at somebody else's house, and at noon my aunt and sister came, so I went back to dinner.

Seeing that I haven't eaten yet, I played cards with my sister, I won a plate, my sister won a plate, we both played a draw, when we were about to play the third game, but we were going to have lunch, after lunch, I played on the computer, my sister asked me to play cards, I didn't care, you must know that I usually want to play cards, my mother is not at home The days are really sad, when my mother was at home before, my mother cooked for me, and I was very worried that my mother would have an accident, so I was restless.

Lo and behold, this is the life of a mother when she is not at home.

"Mom is not at home, the little ghost is at home, and mom is not at home Essay. Today, my mother was on another business trip, and I was happy last night. In the morning, she made breakfast and didn't forget to make plans for me for today.

I'll see, ah! ......I went to Aunt Huahua's house to get my things back first as planned. I hurried out of the house, I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring money and my mobile phone, and hurriedly ran home, prepared things, and when I was about to leave, "plopped", the house shook, I fell, alas!

I had no choice but to endure the pain and take things! On the way, I thought to myself: I didn't expect the first thing to be so unsmooth, how to get through today!

Finally, I got it back. I returned home breathless and lazily opened the bag. When I saw it, I was surprised,"

My mother, in my heart, my mother is a simple rural woman, she has the characteristics of most rural women, slightly chubby, red and black face, gray hair, calluses on her hands, rough when she speaks, laughing hahaha. She is such an ordinary rural woman, her place in my heart is irreplaceable, she is the greatest mother, she poured the good times of her life into her children, everyone has seen cherries, my mother's love for me is not inferior to cherries, there are many things that happen to my mother, in a word, I love my mother.