The earliest thing I remember is carrying the only hot water kettle at home to the public canteen to turn on the water. I accidentally broke the thermos bottle because of hunger. I was so scared that I got into the haystack and dared not come out for a day.
At night, I heard my mother calling my birth name. I came out of the haystack and thought I would be beaten and scolded, but my mother didn't beat me or scold me. She just stroked my head and let out a long sigh.
The mother taught her son what love and affection are.
2. Mo Yan: Story with my mother 2: My mother taught me what tolerance and understanding are.
The most painful thing in my memory is to follow my mother to pick wheat ears in the collective field. The guards in the wheat field came and the gleaners fled. My mother was caught because her feet were small and she couldn't run fast. The tall guard slapped her in the face, and she shook and fell to the ground. The caretaker confiscated the ears of wheat we picked up and whistled away.
My mother was sitting on the ground with bleeding corners of her mouth. I will never forget the expression of despair on her face. Many years later, when the man guarding the wheat field turned into a white-haired old man and met me at the market, I rushed to get back at him. My mother grabbed me and said to me calmly, "Son, the man who hit me was not alone with this old man."
The mother taught her son what is tolerance and understanding.
3. Mo Yan: Story 3 with Mother: Mother picked up her half bowl of jiaozi and poured it into the bowl of begging old people.
I remember the most profound thing, that is, at noon on Mid-Autumn Festival, our family had a rare jiaozi, each with only one bowl. While we were eating jiaozi, an old beggar came to our door. I picked up half a bowl of dried sweet potatoes and sent him away, but he said angrily, "I am an old man." You eat jiaozi, but you let me eat dried sweet potatoes.
How long are your hearts? "I said angrily," we can't eat jiaozi several times a year. We can't even eat half a bowl! Just give you dried sweet potatoes. You can have it if you want, or you can leave! " Mother scolded me, then took her half bowl of jiaozi and poured it into the old man's bowl.
A mother teaches her son what pity and sympathy are.
4. Mo Yan: Story with Mom 4: Son, you embarrassed your mom.
One thing I regret most is that I sold cabbage with my mother and intentionally or unintentionally overcharged an old man who bought cabbage by a dime. I finished calculating the money and went to school. When I came home from school, I saw my mother, who seldom cried at ordinary times, burst into tears. My mother didn't scold me, but whispered, "Son, you embarrassed my mother."
A mother teaches her son what honesty and shame are.
5, Mo Yan: Story with Mom 6: Be kind, do more good deeds, even ugly can become beautiful.
I was born ugly. Many people in the village laughed at me face to face, and several students at school even beat me for it. I went home and cried. My mother said to me, "Son, you are not ugly. You have no nose and eyes, and your limbs are sound. Where is the ugliness? "
And as long as you are kind and do more good, no matter how ugly you are, you can become beautiful. "Later, when I went to town, some well-educated people mocked my appearance behind my back. I remembered my mother's words and calmly apologized to them.
A mother teaches her son what life and behavior are.
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