A true inspirational story that makes people cry: three bags of rice

This is a true story, this is a very poor family. When my son was in the country, his father passed away. The two girls supported each other and gently sent away their father with a pile of loess.

The mother did not remarriage, and she pulled the son with sorrow. At that time, there was no electricity in the village. The son was screaming under the oil lamp every night, writing and drawing. The mother took the needlework and gently and carefully sewed the mother's love into his son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when a single certificate covers two variegated earthen walls, the son is like a spring bamboo, and grows up. Looking at the son who is half the height of his own, the wrinkles in the corners of his mother are full of smiles. When the trees in the mountains were full of autumn, the son was admitted to the county key one. The mother is suffering from severe rheumatism, can't do farm work, and sometimes can't even eat enough. At that time, the students had to bring 30 kg of rice to the canteen every month. When the son knew that the mother could not take it, he said, "Mother, I have to drop out of school and help you to do farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said with affection: "You have this heart, mother is happy, but the book is happy. You can't read it. Don't worry, if you are born, you have a way to raise you. You can go to the school to register, then I will send the rice." The son said stubbornly, the mother said to go, the son still said no, the mother waved rough The slap in the face, squatting on the face of the son, this is the first time the 16-year-old son was beaten... The son finally went to school, looking at the back of his far away, the mother meditated silently. Not long after, the large dining hall in the county was ushered in a late mother. She limped into the door and panted and unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulder. The bear master who was responsible for the registration of the scales opened the mouth of the bag and grabbed a handful of rice to look at it. The brow was locked and said: "You guys who like to do this always like to take advantage of small points. Look, there is early rice here. Middle rice, late rice, and fine rice, we just use our canteen as a rice bucket." The mother blushed and even said sorry. Master Xiong saw the situation, did not say anything, closed. The mother took out a small cloth bag and said, "Master, this is 5 yuan, my son's living expenses this month, trouble you to transfer to him." Master Xiong took over, shook, and the coin inside was Ding Ding. He joked and said, "Why, are you selling tea eggs on the street?" The mother's face was red again, sighing and thanking, and limping away.

At the beginning of another month, the mother walked into the cafeteria with a bag of rice.

Master Xiong opened the bag to see the rice as usual, and the brow was locked again, or the variegated rice. He thought, if he didn't give the mother a clear explanation last time, he said to her in a word: "No matter what meter, we will accept it. But the varieties should be separated, never mix together, otherwise you can't cook. The cooked rice is also sandwiched. I will not accept it next time." The mother asked for some fear: "Master, my family's rice is like this, what should I do?" Master Xiong cried and laughed, asked "Do you have a hundred meters of rice in your home? It’s so funny." The robbing of the white, the mother did not dare to scream, the bear master no longer cares about her.

At the beginning of the third month, the mother came again. The bear master looked at the meter and was furious. In a tone that almost lost his sense of reason, he screamed with anger: "Hey, I said that you are a mother, how stubborn?" Hey, is it a variegated rice? You, how did you come back today, or how to go back!"

My mother seemed to have expected that her knees bent and squatted in front of the bear master. Two lines of tears rushed out in the sullen eyes: "Master, I told you, this rice is my wish... "Oh!" Master Xiong was shocked, his eyes narrowed and he couldn't speak for a while. The mother sat on the ground and rolled up her trouser legs, revealing a pair of stiffly deformed legs, swollen into a fusiform shape... The mother wiped a tear and said: "I got advanced rheumatism, and even walking is difficult, let alone farming. My son is sensible, I have to drop out of school to help me, and I was beaten to school by me..."

She explained to Master Xiong that she had been squatting at the folks, and even more afraid that her son knew that he had hurt his self-esteem. Every day, when she was bright, she took an empty rice bag and sneaked into the village more than ten miles away to bargain, and then sneaked into the village after dark. She gathered the rice she had gathered and sent it to the school at the beginning of the month... The mother said with a sigh of relief that the bear master had already burst into tears. He raised his mother and said, "Good mother, I will immediately tell the principal to ask the school to donate to your family." The mother shook her hand in a panic and said, "Don't, don't, if the son knows that the mother is asking for food, he will go to school. Destroyed his self-respect. It is not good to influence him to study. The good intentions of the master I have led, please keep me secret, remember! Remember!" The mother left, limping.

The principal finally knew about this incident and was quiet. He saved his son’s tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of a poor student. Three years later, the son was admitted to Tsinghua University with a score of 627. On the day of the farewell to the graduates, the head of the county was smashing the drums. The principal specially invited the mother’s son to the rostrum. This student wondered: There are several students who have scored high scores. Why do you just ask me to come to power? What is even more strange is that There are also three snakeskin bags on the stage. At this time, Master Xiong came to the stage to tell the story of the mother's offering for the children to go to school, and the audience was silent. The headmaster pointed at the three snakeskin bags and said with excitement: "This is the three bags of rice that the mother of the story has won. This is the food that the world can't buy with money. Here is the great mother who came to power."

The son looked back in confusion, only to see that the bear master helped the mother to move step by step to the stage. We don't know what the son was thinking at the moment, and believe that the shock given to him is no less than a storm. Therefore, the warmest scene of the world was staged, and the mother and the child looked at each other. The mother’s eyes were warm and soft, and some gray hair was scattered in front of the forehead, and the son swooped forward. Live her, crying: "Mother, my mother...

Feeling the whisper: Three bags of rice, representing the mother's love as big as the sky and as heavy as the mountain. Maybe not all parents, like this mother, support the sky of their son in the midst of difficulties. But the love of the parents of the world is the same. Parents are hard to report, they have given us irreplaceable life - life! Therefore, filial parents can not wait, let us be grateful.