第一篇：母亲的故事作文
篇一：妈妈的故事作文 妈妈的故事作文
妈妈的>故事作文
（一）我有一个慈爱的好妈妈。她今年36岁，中等身材，浓浓的眉毛下嵌着一双和善的眼睛。在生活上，她无微不至地关心我，对我的学习要求也严格。
说起妈妈在生活中对我的关爱，那可真是无微不至啊！那一件件关爱的事，就像一幅幅电视画面展现在我记忆的显示屏上。
记得有一次，我生病了，不巧，妈妈的头痛病也犯了，可是怒不顾自己的病痛把我送到医院，排队挂号，帮我拿药，陪我打吊针，跑前跑后，忙得不可开交。晚上，她又独自守在医院，我的病床前。第二天早上，我一觉醒来，烧退了，感觉舒畅多了，可是，妈妈却趴在我的枕边睡着了，妈妈真是太辛苦了，我非常心疼。
不仅如此，学习上妈妈更是对我严格要求。她经常叮嘱我：学习要认真，做功课时要仔细读题、审题，看清题目的意思。有一次，我没有按妈妈的要求去做，结果把“0”写成了“6”，得数也算错了。就这样，妈妈让我把这一题又重新做了十遍，从那以后，我再也没有犯过类似的错误。
妈妈的故事还有很多，她还教我了许多做人的道理，并经常教导我，不管将来做什么现在都要打好扎实的基础，将来才会成为社会的有用之才。从那时起，我也正是像妈妈所希望的那样努力学习，天天向上。
妈妈的故事作文
（二）“世上只有妈妈好，有妈的孩子像块宝??”。只要唱起这首歌，我就会想起>我的妈妈。想知道我妈妈的故事吗？那你就听我娓娓道来。
从小妈妈对我要求非常严格，学习上只要遇到一些困难，从不轻易帮我解决，而是先让我自己想办法，直到确定我实在没这个“能力”时，才会停下手上的活耐心教我，直到我完全理解为止。不过我老妈常常会出其不意，有时心血来潮，冷不防杀个“回马枪”，来考考我，令我措手不及。有一次考数学，由于一时粗心，把题目的数字抄错了，结果可想而知，我考得一塌涂地。心想这下回家没准有“竹笋炒肉”吃了，一想起那滋味可真不好受！回家一路上心里忐忑不安，我从原来的“喜雀”变成了“沉闷猪”，妈妈真是“火眼金睛”，发觉苗头不对，便问：“柳君，你怎么了？脸色这么难看？”，我只好支支吾吾供认说：“妈妈，对不起！我这次数学考砸了，只得了87分。”，可出乎我的意料，这次没有挨骂，妈妈反倒安慰我说：“没关系，等到家了，我们一起找原因，为什么考得不好，行不？”，望着妈妈一脸的真诚，我如蒙大赦，心想：“妈妈，我真爱你！我以后会更加认真的！”
平时，我的体育成绩不是很好，特别是跳绳，让我很是头疼。记得在二年级的时候我一分钟最好的记录是50下，就是为了这个妈妈没少下功夫，她利用闲暇的时间对我进行不懈的训练。刚开始我跳到37下时，脚步越来越沉，几乎没办法坚持下去??跳到80下时我干脆一屁股往地上一坐，可妈妈却兴致高昂，在一旁大叫：“乖乖真棒！坚持到底就是胜利！”，于是我咬紧牙关继续往下跳??“好！时间到！108下！”妈妈像个教练员叫道。：“太好了！我100下的突破！”我高兴地喊道到。可妈妈这时却在一旁泼冷水：“得意什么？你能保证下次还超过100下，也许下次就不行了，要继续加油哦！” >这就是我的妈妈，严格而细致的妈妈。
妈妈的故事作文
（三）时光匆匆而逝，许多事已在我脑海中消失了，可有一件和妈妈的故事，我却仍历历在目。
那一天，我出门上学时，东边的太阳笑眯眯的，天空中飘着几朵白云。我看着天空想：今天天气晴朗极了，应该不会下雨，那我就不带雨伞了。俗话说：六月的天就像孙悟空的脸——说变就变，忽而由晴转多云，又转阴了，等到下午快放学时，天空已是阴云密布，狂风大作，云脚长毛，不一会儿，电闪雷鸣，紧接着，豆大的雨点倾盆而下。我担心地想：怎么办啊？天气真是变化无常啊！
正当我不知所措的时候，我听见了熟悉的声音：“婧婧，走吧。”我回头一看，是妈妈，妈妈来接我回家了，我开心极了。可我再仔细打量妈妈后，我的眼眶湿润了，她的衣服和裤子都湿透了，头发上的雨水不停地往下滴，脸上也挂着细细的雨珠。我知道妈妈是还没下班就绕了一大圈来接我回家的。
走在路上，雨太大，伞太小，伞外下大雨，伞里面下小雨，妈妈举着雨伞尽力往我这边倾斜，一手护着我，我看看妈妈，一种沉着和坚韧的神采印在她的脸上。没过一会儿，我们到家了，妈妈又去上班了，我看着她出门的背影，热泪夺眶而出。
这就是我和妈妈的故事，一个难以忘怀的故事。篇二：我与妈妈的感恩小故事作文500字 我与妈妈的感恩小故事作文500字
妈妈，是我在这个世界上最爱的人。只有妈妈才最关心我，照顾我。在我最伤心的时候安慰我，在我最需要的时候，帮助我。因为妈妈，我才能完成老师交给我的每一项任务，才一次次地被老师表扬。下面就来听一听我与妈妈的感恩小故事吧！
妈妈是永远不会让我受到任何伤害。记得我7岁那年放暑假，所以和爸爸妈妈一起回到老家玩玩。那时我的身体倍儿棒，但是唯一的缺陷就是“牙痛”。一天，在吃早饭时，我的牙齿突然痛起来，我顿时叫道“哎呀呀呀，牙疼！”妈妈听了一下扑到我面前，在我牙齿上看看。这时，我实在痛得不行了，手按着牙，在地上打起滚来，嘴里还喊着：“疼呀，好疼啊，呜呜呜······”妈妈看了我难受极了，嘴里吸着冷气，好像要代我来忍受这个痛苦，妈妈赶紧把我扶起，背在身上，就出门了，奶奶大叫：“离这儿最近的地方好在大老远呢······”“没事，我背着她去就是了。”奶奶的话还没说完，就被妈妈打断了。走了一段路后，妈妈时不时把我往上抬一抬，还喘着气，我知道，妈妈累了，我多么想从妈妈背上下来啊，这我的牙齿却这样痛。我发出呜呜的声音，妈妈说：“马上就到了，忍一忍！”一会儿，到了医院，医生给我开了药。这时，我的牙才不痛了，妈妈见我好了，脸上露出了甜甜的微笑。我觉得妈妈此时在想：“终于没事了，我的女儿，终于又可以活泼起来了！”我的心里感到愧疚······
妈妈，我亲爱的妈妈，您把我带到这个世界上，养育我，照顾我，我在这里用真诚的心感谢你，您对我的养育之恩我永远不会忘记。篇三：我和家人的故事作文 我和家人的故事作文
我和家人的>故事作文
（一）刚出生没有多久，大概是5个月吧，妈妈就离开了我，到苏州那边去做生意了。我就跟着爷爷奶奶生活，直到我到读书。他们供我吃供我住，辛辛苦苦的拉拔我长大。有一年夏天，我可能才9岁。那是一个贪玩的年龄。我和姐姐就到我家附近的公园去玩。那是一个不大的公园，但是那里有童年的记忆。我和姐姐一有空就跑到公园去寻找乐趣。每次去公园的时候，我们都要穿过那条车辆并不多的乡间小路。我跟在姐姐的身后屁股后面，突然一辆拖拉机开过来从我的身上压过去。爷爷奶奶急忙把我带到医院去，医生说：“只有拍片了，这样是看不出来的。”经一拍片，结果是脚踝骨折。我报上石膏在家里休息了两个月。结果，从那以后我的脚就留下了后遗症，只要跑步或走太长时间的路，脚就会很痛。
开学了，同学们带着满怀的好心情去上学了，而我却一点儿也开心不起来。因为我的脚还没有完全。每次放假回家，爷爷就买很多好吃的东西等我。我写完作业，爷爷为我揉揉腿，就这样日复一日，我的腿完全好了，可以像以前一样自由活动了。我喜欢爷爷那双慈爱的眼睛，那里充满了对我的爱。
有家人的爱是世界上最>幸福的事情，人人都有和家人的故事。和家人在一起很真实，很温馨。我爱我的家人。我和家人的故事作文
（二）>我的妈妈是个关爱我的人，她的身材稍微有点胖，脸胖乎乎的，妈妈微笑起来看起来特温柔，两边还有两个小酒窝了。
记得有一次，过年的时候晚上妈妈煮了一锅的汤圆让我们吃，我的其他家人也来吃汤圆，我心里想：“不能让他们吃完汤圆，所以我就想大吃一顿，”我吃了五六碗汤圆，我的家人回去了，爸爸妈妈和我一块睡觉，到了夜里两点的时候我的肚子突然疼了起来，还吐了一床，妈妈被我吵醒了她说：“宝贝，你还要吐吗？，”我说：“还要吐，”妈妈立刻把我抱了起来向厕所冲过去，我吐到大便池里，妈妈拿纸给我擦嘴，然后妈妈去收拾床上我吐的，我看见妈妈不故臭味就帮我收拾床单，我的眼眶里慢慢地流出了眼泪，妈妈帮我弄完了床单，让我睡觉去。不知道怎么回事自从我吐完了清晨我就发烧了，妈妈又马上带我去医院看病，医生说要输液，妈妈就坐在椅子上耐心地等我输完液，一个小时多了，我又看见妈妈好像要睡着了，不知又怎么回事我的鼻子直发酸，我的眼眶里又流出了眼泪，我脑子里想：“这会不会就是老师说的感动，”我说：“肯定是的，”不然我怎么流眼泪，两个小时到了，我摸了摸我的额头不热了，接着我去妈妈的旁边坐着，过了一会妈妈醒了，看见我在她的旁边，妈妈就跟我说：“宝贝你还难受吗？”我说：“我一点也不难受了。” 最后妈妈高兴地给我来了个拥抱。
通过这件事我以后一定要帮妈妈减少点担心我的事情。我和家人的故事作文
（三）我有一个幸福美满的家庭每天发生很多的趣事，就像你将一块巧克力放进嘴里虽然嚼化了但它那香浓可口的味道值得你细细地品味。其中有一件趣事令我记忆犹新久久不能忘怀。暑假的一天吃完午饭后，>我的爸爸睡觉，我的妈妈出门，我在家看电视。我看着电视觉得很无聊，于是我想出了一个有趣又好玩的游戏。我先给爸爸上了一个14：00的闹钟，我把电视关上，把电脑打开去百度里面查脑筋急转弯。到了14：00，爸爸醒了，妈妈也回来了，我问爸爸妈妈陪我玩游戏可以吗？他们说可以我们玩什么呢，于是我提议脑筋急转弯比赛正是开始。爸爸妈妈热烈地鼓起掌。
比赛开始了，爸爸妈妈像个学生似坐在椅子上，我则像个小老师来回渡步，思考了一会儿，对妈妈说：“请听题船在哪里最安全？妈妈想了一下，我知道了，“船在沙滩上。”答对了！我向妈妈竖起了大拇指，妈妈就像打了胜仗的将军，好高兴。轮到爸爸了，爸爸胸有成竹地说：“这次冠军非我莫属！”我笑着说：“爸爸先别吹，还是听题吧！”有句话不管问谁，最后一个字都是“没”这是什么话？只见爸爸眉头紧皱，嘴里不停地嘟囔着：“会不会是题目出错了？”我得意地说：“爸爸你猜啊，爸爸，你猜出来了吗？这个嘛??”爸爸，我来告诉你吧！答案是：“你睡着了没？”呵呵呵??哈哈哈。最终，妈妈荣获第一，我说：“爸，您刚才不是很有把握的吗！”爸爸说：“大丈夫能伸能屈，我只不过是让让你妈妈罢了，吹牛！”我和妈妈不约而同地笑了起来，爸爸也不好意思地笑了，笑声久久地在屋子上空回荡。
第二篇：母亲故事
母亲故事
《没锁上的门》 乡偏僻小屋里住着一对母女，母亲深怕遭窃总是一到晚上便在门把上连锁三道锁；女儿则厌恶了像风景画般枯燥而一成不变的乡村生活，她向往都市，想去看看自己透过收音机所想象的那个华丽世界。某天清晨，女儿为了追求那虚幻的梦离开了母亲身边。她趁母亲睡觉时偷偷离家出走了。“妈，你就当作没我这个女儿吧。”可惜这世界不如她想象的美丽动人，她在不知不觉中，走向堕落之途，深陷无法自拔的泥淖中，这时她才领悟到自己的过错。经过十年后，已经长大女儿拖着受伤的心与狼狈的身躯，回到了故乡。她回到家时已是深夜，微弱的灯光透过门缝渗透出来。她轻轻敲了敲门，却突然有种不祥的预感。女儿扭开门把时吓了一跳。“好奇怪，母亲之前从来不曾忘记把门锁上的。”母亲瘦弱的身躯蜷曲在冰冷的地板，以令人心疼的模样睡着了。“妈……妈……”听到女儿的哭泣声，母亲睁开了眼睛，一语不发地搂住女儿疲惫的肩膀。在母亲怀里哭了很久之后，女儿突然好奇问道：“妈，今天你怎么没有锁门，有人闯进来怎么办？”母亲回答说：“不只是今天而已，我怕你晚上突然回来进不了家门，所以十年来门从没锁过。”母亲十年如一日，等待着女儿回来，女儿房间里的摆设一如当年。这天晚上，母女回复到十年前的样子，紧紧锁上房门睡着了
《便当里的头发》在那个贫困的年代里，很多同学往往连带个象样的便当到学校上课的能力都没有，我邻座的同学就是如此。他的饭菜永远是黑黑的豆豉，我的便当却经常装着火腿和荷包蛋，两者有着天壤之别。而且这个同学，每次都会先从便当里捡出头发之后，再若无其事地吃他的便当。这个令人浑身不舒服的发现一直持续着。“可见他妈妈有多邋遢，竟然每天饭里都有头发。”同学们私底下议论著。为了顾及同学自尊，又不能表现出来，总觉得好肮脏，因此对这同学的印象，也开始大打折扣。有一天学校放学之后，那同学叫住了我：“如果没什么事就去我家玩吧。”虽然心中不太愿意，不过自从同班以来，他第一次开口邀请我到家里玩，所以我不好意思拒绝他。随朋友来到了位于汉城最陡峭地形的某个贫民村。“妈，我带朋友来了。”听到同学兴奋的声音之后，房门打开了。他年迈的母亲出现在门口。“我儿子的朋友来啦，让我看看。”但是走出房门的同学母亲，只是用手摸着房门外的梁柱。原来她是双眼失明的盲人。我感觉到一阵鼻酸，一句话都说不出来。同学的便当菜虽然每天如常都是豆豉，却是眼睛看不到的母亲，小心翼翼帮他装的便当，那不只是一顿午餐，更是母亲满满的爱心，甚至连掺杂在里面的头发，也一样是母亲的爱。
母亲的名言警句
母爱是世间最真挚的爱。—董宝平
世界上有一种最美丽的声音，那便是母亲的呼唤。—但丁 世界上的一切光荣和骄傲，都来自母亲。—高尔基 母爱是一种巨大的火焰。—罗曼。罗兰 母亲的爱是永远不会枯竭的。—冈察洛夫
老舍说：失去了慈母便像花插在瓶子里，虽然还有色有香，却失去了根。我觉得这句话说明慈母对一个人是非常重要的，就想根对花一样重要。
世界上一切其他都是假的，空的，唯有母亲才是真的，永恒的，不灭的。（印度）
第三篇：母亲的故事- 副本
母亲的故事
一位著名的人曾经这样说过这样的一句话：人之所以要生儿育女是因为发生在自己身上的故事需要有人聆听。今天，母亲永远离开了我们。在她生前，我们曾几何时去认真地听过他们讲自己的故事？母亲没有文化，也不善于和孩子们交流，但是发生在她身上的事情是却是感人肺腑感人的，也是震撼心灵的。
人活一世，劫难重重。而母亲的苦，更苦，难，更难。母亲前后生育了八个儿女。一一抚养成人，儿子娶妻，女儿出嫁。由于父亲受文革冲击不在家里，母亲一人撑起了这个家，带着我们兄妹八个一起生活，这其中的滋味已不再是言语所能表述的。隔壁婶子曾经给我讲过这样一个故事：因为父亲的事母亲也遭到了批斗，当时母亲挺着大肚子，身子很笨，批斗的时间长了，母亲先是站着，后来就体力不支，圪蹴下，由于怀着孕，又害怕压着孩子，就双手背在地上撑着沉重的身体，就只差仰面朝天躺在地上了。其实，那时候母亲肚子里的那个孩子就是我。我是在父亲离开家的四个月之后出生的。在那个敏感的时代政治上的原因致使家庭突发变故，母亲经常为父亲担惊受怕，老早就患上了心脏病。刚出生的我嗷嗷待哺，可哪里有奶喂我，姐姐就抱着我吃过很多人的奶。母亲无奈便做出了把我送人的决定，当抱养我的好心人要抱我走的时候，母亲又哭着决定留下我，把抱养我的人打发走了，她的理由是孩子就要在妈妈的身边，再苦再难，一个都不能少。她给我起名“欠”，就是缺的意思。母亲对待生活的态度，在我的印象中永远是从容与淡定的。母亲带着八个儿女生活的日子是熬煎的，但是母亲口中常常哼着没人能听得懂的调子，我们那时候围在母亲的膝下，问，妈，“你唱的啥”？妈说，“戏”。长大后，我问过母亲，孩子那么多，是怎么养大的？妈妈说，娃打娃，我问什么是娃打娃？妈妈说，是大娃看碎娃，是的，我就是二姐怀抱里长大的。我问，那么多孩子是怎么管理的？妈妈说，每到晚上娃睡着了，点数数有多少双脚，有一次还发现，少一双脚，发动人找娃，最后找到了，是三娃睡着在家门前的涝池旁。
那年，母亲和四娃（我四哥）去彬县拉煤，拖拉机坏到了太峪沟，那是半夜，我哥和妈将煤卸到路边，只有一把铁锨留给妈妈，因为那是林区，晚上有狼。四哥修车去了，妈妈就拿着那把铁锨守着一吨煤，在点点星光下，听着远处叫人毛骨悚然狼嚎声坚持了不知多长时间，四哥开车回来了，寒冷和饥饿早已经被忘记了，又将煤装上车。那时才感觉到了饿，只有两个馍，没有水喝，只好从拖拉机的水箱里放了一点水喝，吃完后母亲和四哥又继续上路了。
在永寿山区承包了几百亩地，在收割的季节里，劳动人数很多，妈妈在村子里住的地方做饭，我送过饭，无论是煎饼还是凉皮，足有两尺高，妈妈用筛子装上，帮我绑到自行车上，那是黄土高坡丘陵地带，能骑得时候少，更多的时候推着走，走上十里地的样子，才能到承包的庄稼地里。还有一些需要收割机完成的，叫好收割机，妈妈领着司机师傅到地里收割，当时妈妈坐在收割机里，那种动作，那种姿势，一副英姿飒爽的样子。妈妈是女强人。我是老小，感情丰富，常常流泪，妈妈最看不起我这点，常常用一个词“楞势”，哥哥姐姐也叫我“刘鼻复江山”。妈妈常常教育我说，你看你二哥，在磨子上夹断一个手指，在人面前都不哭。
妈妈的故事是说不完的，今天妈妈妈离开了我们，母爱如山，如今山倒了，我们进门后那一声响亮的妈，再也不会有人“哎”着答应了！但令我们欣慰的是母亲不再受病痛的折磨了，可以到父亲的身边去陪伴他，你们二老分开的时间太久太久。人总是灵魂在高处，而肉体在低处，妈妈虽然离开我们，躯体埋葬在家乡的土地里，妈妈的子孙会永远眷恋这块土地，因为这土地使我们的父母的骨血化成，这片土地就是妈妈温暖的怀抱！
第四篇：母亲的故事[原稿]
母亲的故事
夏瑜
善意的谎言
母亲那年十七岁，就已经开始工作了。而没过多久，母亲病了，在特别繁忙的工作中倒下，住进了医院，卧床不起。姥姥知道了，爱女心切，焦急地赶过来看望母亲。
母女俩阔别已久，待在床前见面时，居然相拥而哭，热（惹）得旁人也掉了眼泪（旁人指的是我父亲），也感动了。
姥姥开始不停地嘘寒问暖，唠叨不停，手也不停相互摩擦着，可见她心中的焦急。她问母亲：“你到底感觉如何，气色这么不好？” 母亲微笑说：“感觉还好，就是没什么食欲，饭也不想吃。” 姥姥急了：“孩子，不吃东西怎么行吗（呢）,（？）想想到底想吃点什么？”
母亲诡秘地笑了：“其实我就是想吃你报（包）的韭菜饺子了。” 姥姥顿时微笑起来，仿佛终于找到治病的良方，拍膝而起说：“好！我去给你包，你小时候最喜欢吃的就是韭菜饺子！”
说完姥姥便拉着父亲回家，和面包饺子去了。
在家里和面的时候，姥姥不让父亲插手，因为他向来不进厨房，他就怕父亲坏了她的好事。父亲在厨房门口，悄悄看着，姥姥包得极为细心，搓揉扭捏间，姥姥不住用手背擦着眼睛。
一个多小时后，韭菜饺子终于做好了，个个饱满鲜香，姥姥把饺子装进保温饭盒，扯着父亲就匆匆出门了。姥姥一路上步子走得很急，巍巍颤颤的。
到医院的时候，母亲见着饺子就高兴起来，仿佛犯馋很久了。连忙伸手去接，却忽然想到自己的手很脏，于是要姥姥去打点水回来洗手，姥姥起身而去。刚去一会儿，母亲就对父亲说：“这离洗手间有点远，去帮妈端水。”于是父亲就去了。
等他们回来的时候，母亲的饭盒，里面只剩两三个饺子了。姥姥责骂她还是那样嘴馋，脸上却浮起笑容，因为母亲终于吃下了东西。
接下来几天，都是如此。
有一天晚上，父亲留下来陪母亲。母亲在一旁看书，而父亲坐在桌前写东西。此间，一不小心，笔掉到地上，滚到母亲的床底下，于是伸手去摸，笔没摸到，却摸到一袋东西。拖出来一看，父亲满脸惊讶，竟是一大袋饺子。
父亲连忙问母亲怎么回事，母亲叫父亲塞，红着脸说：“待会儿你拿去扔了，别让妈看见了。”
父亲问：“饺子你都没有吃呀？”
“你食欲，那你还叫妈包饺子干什么？”
“妈千里迢迢（前面写回家包饺子，这就是说医院离家不远，“千里迢迢”就用得过度了）来照顾我，要是帮不上忙，眼睁睁地看这我生病，会很伤心的。知道不？”
我写到这里，也被母亲的话震撼了，终于醒悟过来：原来母亲让姥姥包饺子却有藏起来，居然是成全老人的一番好意，让老人不担心。
我知道了有一种钟沉甸甸的深藏心底的爱意，却永远挥之不去。
母亲的罪状
母亲温柔似水，细腻如丝，我感谢母亲给了我生命，但是功“过”不能相抵，母亲的“罪状”我也要一一记录下来。小时候，我真是比林妹妹还体弱多病，大病小痛隔三差五地缠着我，这就注定了我将长期与药“相见”。为了让我吃下这苦涩药片，母亲可真是处心积虑（这个词应加引号）呀！
“宝贝，吃口香蕉吧！”母亲“笑里藏刀”地对我说。可怜的我少年无知，禁不住诱惑，毫不客气地咬了一口，正待细细品味时，一股难言的苦涩溢满口腔，药片就“躺”在其中！我就是“哑巴吃香蕉——有苦说不出”！谁让我嘴馋呢？唉……母亲却在一旁长舒一口气：“终于吃了。”我在心中默默记下了母亲的的第一条“罪状”:诱惑罪。
第二次喝药时，母亲并没有给我吃香蕉而给我块糖，并自己先吃掉半块。我想这糖应该不会像恶毒的皇后给白雪公主的甜啊！这时母亲笑着拿着一个绿色的“糖果”，我用牙顺势一嚼就吞下去了。“啊，好苦！”竟然是药片！于是，母亲的第二条“罪状”：欺诈罪。
以后的日子里，我牢记孟子“贫贱不能移，富贵不能淫，威武不能屈”的真理，坚决不吃药。母亲便狠下心来，把我放在那儿，然而捏住我的鼻子......于是，药片自然就“飞流直下嘴巴里”了！我大哭而泪，只能顺其自然了。第三条“罪状”：虐待罪。
正如孙悟空逃不出如来佛的手掌心一样。我永远逃不出母亲的“魔掌”。
枕头里有个梦
从小，我睡觉就有落枕的毛病。早晨起来，常常歪着脖子，疼得哭爹喊娘，母亲小心地替我揉来揉去，可这毕竟不是长久之计。
买的枕头不合适，母亲决定自己动手做。棉花是最容易的材料，可是太软了不行。母亲就一把把地挑来挑去，感觉软硬适中才放进枕袋里。两天后，我感激地结过母亲的这只花枕头，它那么轻，却又那么重。把头放上去，花枕的中间正好凹下去，我躺在海边的沙滩上，看满天的星星，呼吸清新空气，舒服极了。
可是夏天来了，棉花被汗水一侵，就发出霉味。于是，我索性撇开枕头睡觉。结果，我又崴了脖子。
这次母亲到外婆家带回一大包绿豆壳。母亲用它又缝制了一只新枕头。这只枕头比棉花的好多了。睡在上面，只要我轻轻一动，就会有一种“沙沙”的声音，就像一首优美，深情的童谣，在静静的夜空弥散，连夜的精灵都停住脚步。别提我有多喜欢这枕头了。好景不长，终于有一天枕头破了。我看到满枕的绿豆壳飘然落出，我的眼泪也随之落下。这可是母亲为我做的第二个枕头啊!时间流逝，我渐渐明白了，在这个变化的枕头里有个不变的世界，这世界里，有一种情感无时无刻的延伸。
请将修改后的稿子与这篇原稿作比较，看看有什么不同之处，是不是可以悟出一点写作技巧来呢？
第五篇：母亲的故事
THE STORY OF A MOTHER.A MOTHER sat by her little child;she was very sad, for she feared it would die.It was quite pale, and its little eyes were closed, and sometimes it drew a heavy deep breath, almost like a sigh;and then the mother gazed more sadly than ever on the poor little creature.Some one knocked at the door, and a poor old man walked in.He was wrapped in something that looked like a great horse cloth;and he required it truly to keep him warm, for it was cold winter;the country everywhere lay covered with snow and ice, and the wind blew so sharply that it cut one's face.The little child had dozed off to sleep for a moment, and the mother, seeing that the old man shivered with the cold, rose and placed a small mug of beer on the stove to warm for him.The old man sat and rocked the cradle;and the mother seated herself on a chair near him, and looked at her sick child who still breathed heavily, and took hold of its little hand.“You think I shall keep him, do you not? ” she said.“Our all merciful God will surely not take him away from me.”
The old man, who was indeed Death himself, nodded his head in a peculiar manner, which might have signified either Yes, or No;and the mother cast down her eyes, while the tears rolled down her cheeks.Then her head became heavy, for she had not closed her eyes for three days and nights, and she slept, but only for a moment.Shivering with cold, she started up and looked round the room.The old man was gone, and her child it was gone too!the old man had taken it with him.In the corner of the room the old clock began to strike;“whirr” went the chains, the heavy weight sank to the ground, and the clock stopped;and the poor mother rushed out of the house calling for her child.Out in the snow sat a woman in long black garments, and she said to the mother, “Death has been with you in your room.I saw him hastening away with your little child;he strides faster than the wind, and never brings back what he has taken away.”
“Only tell me which way he has gone, ” said the mother;tell me the way, I will find him.“
”I know the way, “ said the woman in the black garments;”but before I tell you, you must sing to me all the songs that you have sung to your child;I love these songs, I have heard them before.I am Night, and I saw your tears flow as you sang.“
”I will sing them all to you, “ said the mother;”but do not detain me now.I must overtake him, and find my child.“
But Night sat silent and still.Then the mother wept and sang, and wrung her hands.And there were many songs, and yet even more tears;till at length Night said, ”Go to the right, into the dark forest of fir trees;for I saw Death take that road with your little child.“
Within the wood the mother came to cross roads, and she knew not which to take.Just by stood a thorn bush;it had neither leaf nor flower, for it was the cold winter time, and icicles hung on the branches.”Have you not seen Death go by, with my little child? “ she asked.”Yes, “ replied the thorn bush;”but I will not tell you which way he has taken until you have warmed
me in your bosom.I am freezing to death here, and turning to ice.“
Then she pressed the bramble to her bosom quite close, so that it might be thawed, and the thorns pierced her flesh, and great drops of blood flowed;but the bramble shot forth fresh green leaves, and they became flowers on the cold winter's night, so warm is the heart of a sorrowing mother.Then the bramble bush told her the path she must take.She came at length to a great lake, on which there was neither ship nor boat to be seen.The lake was not frozen sufficiently for her to pass over on the ice, nor was it open enough for her to wade through;and yet she must cross it, if she wished to find her child.Then she laid herself down to drink up the water of the lake, which was of course impossible for any human being to do;but the bereaved mother thought that perhaps a miracle might take place to help her.”You will never succeed in this, “ said the lake;let us make an agreement together which will be better.I love to collect pearls, and your eyes are the purest I have ever seen.If you will weep those eyes away in tears into my waters, then I will take you to the large hothouse where Death dwells and rears flowers and trees, every one of which is a human life.”
“Oh, what would I not give to reach my child!” said the weeping mother;and as she still continued to weep, her eyes fell into the depths of the lake, and became two costly pearls.Then the lake lifted her up, and wafted her across to the opposite shore as if she were on a swing, where stood a wonderful building many miles in length.No one could tell whether it was a mountain covered with forests and full of caves, or whether it had been built.But the poor mother could not see, for she had wept her eyes into the lake.“Where shall I find Death, who went away with my little child? ” she asked.“He has not arrived here yet, ” said an old gray haired woman, who was walking about, and watering Death's hothouse.“How have you found your way here? and who helped you? ”
“God has helped me, ” she replied.“He is merciful;
will you not be merciful too? Where shall I find my little child? ”
“I did not know the child, ” said the old woman;“and you are blind.Many flowers and trees have faded to night, and Death will soon come to transplant them.You know already that every human being has a life tree or a life flower, just as may be ordained for him.They look like other plants;but they have hearts that beat.Children's hearts also beat: from that you may perhaps be able to recognize your child.But what will you give me, if I tell you what more you will have to do?
”I have nothing to give, “ said the afflicted mother;”but I would go to the ends of the earth for you.“
”I can give you nothing to do for me there, “ said the old woman;
”but you can give me your long black hair.You know yourself that it is beautiful, and it pleases me.You can take my white hair in exchange, which will be something in return.“
”Do you ask nothing more than that? “ said she.”I will give it to you with pleasure.“
And she gave up her beautiful hair, and received in return the white locks of the old woman.Then they went into Death's vast hothouse, where flowers and trees grew together in wonderful profusion.Blooming hyacinths, under glass bells, and peonies, like strong trees.There grew water plants, some quite fresh, and others looking sickly, which had water snakes twining round them, and black crabs clinging to their stems.There stood noble palm trees, oaks, and plantains, and beneath them bloomed thyme and parsley.Each tree and flower had a name;each
represented a human life, and belonged to men still living, some in China, others in Greenland, and in all parts of the world.Some large trees had been planted in little pots, so that they were cramped for room, and seemed about to burst the pot to pieces;while many weak little flowers were growing in rich soil, with moss all around them, carefully tended and cared for.The
sorrowing mother bent over the little plants, and heard the human heart beating in each, and recognized the beatings of her child's heart among millions of others.”That is it, “ she cried, stretching out her hand towards a little crocus flower which hung down its sickly head.”Do not touch the flower, “ exclaimed the old woman;”but place yourself here;and when Death comes
I expect him every minute do not let him pull up that plant, but threaten him that if he does you will serve the other flowers in the same manner.This will make him afraid;for he must account to God for each of them.None can be uprooted, unless he receives permission to do so.“
There rushed through the hothouse a chill of icy coldness, and the blind mother felt that Death had arrived.”How did you find your way hither? “ asked he;”how could you come here faster than I have? “
”I am a mother, “ she answered.And Death stretched out his hand towards the delicate little flower;but she held her hands tightly round it, and held it fast at same time, with the most anxious care, lest she should touch one of the leaves.Then Death breathed upon her hands, and she felt his breath colder than the icy wind, and her hands sank down powerless.”You cannot prevail against me, “ said Death.”But a God of mercy can, “ said she.”I only do His will, “ replied Death.”I am his gardener.I take all His flowers and trees, and transplant them into the gardens of Paradise in an unknown land.How they flourish there, and what that garden resembles, I may not tell you.“
”Give me back my child, “ said the mother, weeping and imploring;and she seized two beautiful flowers in her hands, and cried to Death, ”I will tear up all your flowers, for I am in despair.“
”Do not touch them, “ said Death.”You say you are unhappy;and would you make another mother as unhappy as yourself? “
”Another mother!“ cried the poor woman, setting the flowers free from her hands.”There are your eyes, “ said Death.”I fished them up out of the lake for you.They were shining brightly;but I knew not they were yours.Take them back they are clearer now than
before and then look into the deep well which is close by here.I will tell you the names of the two flowers which you wished to pull up;and you will see the whole future of the human beings
they represent, and what you were about to frustrate and destroy.“
Then she looked into the well;and it was a glorious sight to behold how one of them became a blessing to the world, and how much happiness and joy it spread around.But she saw that the life of the other was full of care and poverty, misery and woe.”Both are the will of God, “ said Death.”Which is the unhappy flower, and which is the blessed one? “ she said.”That I may not tell you, “ said Death;”but thus far you may learn, that one of the two flowers represents your own child.It was the fate of your child that you saw, the future of your own child.“
Then the mother screamed aloud with terror, ”Which of them belongs to my child? Tell me that.Deliver the unhappy child.Release it from so much misery.Rather take it away.Take it to the kingdom of God.Forget my tears and my entreaties;forget all that I have said or done.“
”I do not understand you, “ said Death.”Will you have your child back? or shall I carry him away to a place that you do not know? “
Then the mother wrung her hands, fell on her knees, and prayed to God, ”Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be
the best.Oh, hear them not;" and her head sank on her bosom.Then Death carried away her child to the unknown land.THE END.
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