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《一个三分钟的电话》读后感

今天看了一篇文章,《一个三分钟的电话》,嘴角咸涩的泪水提醒了我。

原文如下:

高中:

我:妈,没钱了,打点钱吧。
妈:多少?
我:200
爸:给300吧,钱多放点,当心身体。
我:那我上课了,早点给我打钱。
第二天,账上多了500快。

大一:

我:妈,我想家了。
妈:啥时候回来?
爸:缺钱了吧,爸给你打。
我:没,不习惯,就是想家了。
爸妈:恩,放假早点回来,早点买票,当心身体。
爸后来告诉我,打完电话,妈哭了,非怪我爸,当年任由我自己选了这个不熟悉的城市。

大二 大三

妈:你很久没打电话了,忙什么呢?
我:事情多啊,没时间哎。
爸:你妈想你了,她一个人在家,没事多打打电话。
我:知道了,最近忙呢,有时间再打。
爸:什么时候的车,回头来接你。
我:不用了,今天留在县城了,再同学家吃饭。
妈:我做了一桌子的菜呢,咋又不回来了。
我:难得回家和同学聚聚嘛。
妈:你也难得回家,我们半年才看到你一次啊。
终于到家了,吃饭时间已经过了,饿得很,冰箱里满满的菜,几乎都没动过,老妈说,你不在,你爸喝酒都没有心思。

实习:

我:妈,实习太苦了,我要回家。
妈:回家,歇着,养得起。
爸:回家,你爸还能干活呢,连你都养不起,我白混了。
他们的话,让我很没志气的跑回家躲了很多天。

实习到东北:

妈:最近还忙啊,吃饭了没有啊。
我:很忙呢,随便吃了点面。
妈:不能光吃面,要有营养的,哪怕到外面点个菜吃。
我:恩,知道了。
过年回家,院子里晒了N多干货,香肠,家里N多腌制的鱼肉。老妈说,这些不烦神,直接就可以烧了吃了,比吃面条好多了。她冬天手都是开裂的,那些腌肉,都是用盐细细码好的。

现在:

我:妈,等我稳定了你出来玩吧,我现在有钱了。
妈:你能有几个钱,外面花费那么贵,省着点。
我:我真有钱了,你来也有地方住。
妈:我还得照顾你爸呢。
老爸是离不开老妈的,我知道,老妈永远是个操劳的命。

每天一个电话,就那么几句话,以至于我觉得老妈都烦了。前天太忙几天没给家里电话,昨天打回去,刚响,老妈就接了,问冻着没,问吃饱没,问累着没?我以为每天都有电话,没有那么多话说的,其实她一直在等我的电话。
每次回家,桌上总有那么些个你喜欢的菜。
每次聊天,他们总是会问问,吃饱没,穿暖没,累着没,而我们很少或者根本没有问过。
他们曾经是天,说一不二,你从不能违抗。可是现在,他们都听你的了,你说什么都是对的了。因为他们老了,他们开始寻求依靠了,而他们这辈子,拥有的只有我们。
多打打电话吧,三分钟的时间真的没有那么难挤出来。可以和爱人一天一个小时,也请给他们三分钟的时间吧。问问今天忙些啥,问问今天吃写啥,就像当年他们问我们的一样,他们不会像我们那样,觉得烦了。

记得有一次跟朋友聊天,朋友说:“就按我一年回家5次算,保佑咱爸妈能活到100岁也就还能见他们200多次,真少!”我努力地连搬指头带思考地想了想,确实!

明天回家。。。一个我都不知道如何作出的决定。

小学时昧着良心写了那么多《<xxx>读后感》,今天读了这篇文章想了很多,但在这却迟迟敲不出什么字来,父母的爱怎么可能用几句言语道出。

 

Smart Xu 庚寅年五月初二

 
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Why Women Cry

Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

"Because I’m a woman," she told him.

"I don’t understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will, but that’s O.K."…….

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".
"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say……

The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"

GOD answered……

"When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort…

I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without
complaining….

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly….

She has the very special power to make a child’s boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears….

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart….

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringly….

For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness….
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

She is special!
Please send this to women you know, and those with mothers,
sisters, and special women in their lives.

But, also send this to men so they will understand about what a
wonderful thing a woman is.
Each day is a mountain that must be climbed; with courage each step
gets easier.

Love your Mother Always

and keep her Smiling

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Monthe’s Love

When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I’M NOT GOING!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
next-door-neighbor’s window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from
soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

Those teenage years
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

Growing old and gray
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t
be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, "It’s none of your business."
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, "I don’t want to be like you."
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told
you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."
When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative’s birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder.

"Rock me baby, rock me all night long."
"The hand who rocks the cradle…may rock the world".
Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute/show appreciation to
the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother.
There’s no substitute for her. Cherished every single moment.
Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our
thoughts, she is still your mother!!!
She will be there for you…to listen to your woes, your braggings, your
frustations, etc.
Ask yourself…..have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her
"blues" of working in the kitchen, her tiredness???
Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may have a
different view from hers.

Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.

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PS: The past can’t be changed, but the future is in my hand.

Thanks, mom.

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母亲

很久很久以前就发现母亲是一个非常善良的人,处处为别人着想。

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