第一篇：母親的故事

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.

第二篇：母親故事

母親故事

《沒鎖上的門》 鄉(xiāng)偏僻小屋里住著一對母女，母親深怕遭竊總是一到晚上便在門把上連鎖三道鎖；女兒則厭惡了像風景畫般枯燥而一成不變的鄉(xiāng)村生活，她向往都市，想去看看自己透過收音機所想象的那個華麗世界。某天清晨，女兒為了追求那虛幻的夢離開了母親身邊。她趁母親睡覺時偷偷離家出走了。“媽，你就當作沒我這個女兒吧。”可惜這世界不如她想象的美麗動人，她在不知不覺中，走向墮落之途，深陷無法自拔的泥淖中，這時她才領悟到自己的過錯。經過十年后，已經長大女兒拖著受傷的心與狼狽的身軀，回到了故鄉(xiāng)。她回到家時已是深夜，微弱的燈光透過門縫滲透出來。她輕輕敲了敲門，卻突然有種不祥的預感。女兒扭開門把時嚇了一跳。“好奇怪，母親之前從來不曾忘記把門鎖上的。”母親瘦弱的身軀蜷曲在冰冷的地板，以令人心疼的模樣睡著了。“媽……媽……”聽到女兒的哭泣聲，母親睜開了眼睛，一語不發(fā)地摟住女兒疲憊的肩膀。在母親懷里哭了很久之后，女兒突然好奇問道：“媽，今天你怎么沒有鎖門，有人闖進來怎么辦？”母親回答說：“不只是今天而已，我怕你晚上突然回來進不了家門，所以十年來門從沒鎖過。”母親十年如一日，等待著女兒回來，女兒房間里的擺設一如當年。這天晚上，母女回復到十年前的樣子，緊緊鎖上房門睡著了

《便當里的頭發(fā)》在那個貧困的年代里，很多同學往往連帶個象樣的便當?shù)綄W校上課的能力都沒有，我鄰座的同學就是如此。他的飯菜永遠是黑黑的豆豉，我的便當卻經常裝著火腿和荷包蛋，兩者有著天壤之別。而且這個同學，每次都會先從便當里撿出頭發(fā)之后，再若無其事地吃他的便當。這個令人渾身不舒服的發(fā)現(xiàn)一直持續(xù)著。“可見他媽媽有多邋遢，竟然每天飯里都有頭發(fā)。”同學們私底下議論著。為了顧及同學自尊，又不能表現(xiàn)出來，總覺得好骯臟，因此對這同學的印象，也開始大打折扣。有一天學校放學之后，那同學叫住了我：“如果沒什么事就去我家玩吧。”雖然心中不太愿意，不過自從同班以來，他第一次開口邀請我到家里玩，所以我不好意思拒絕他。隨朋友來到了位于漢城最陡峭地形的某個貧民村。“媽，我?guī)笥褋砹恕！甭牭酵瑢W興奮的聲音之后，房門打開了。他年邁的母親出現(xiàn)在門口。“我兒子的朋友來啦，讓我看看。”但是走出房門的同學母親，只是用手摸著房門外的梁柱。原來她是雙眼失明的盲人。我感覺到一陣鼻酸，一句話都說不出來。同學的便當菜雖然每天如常都是豆豉，卻是眼睛看不到的母親，小心翼翼幫他裝的便當，那不只是一頓午餐，更是母親滿滿的愛心，甚至連摻雜在里面的頭發(fā)，也一樣是母親的愛。

母親的名言警句

母愛是世間最真摯的愛。—董寶平

世界上有一種最美麗的聲音，那便是母親的呼喚。—但丁 世界上的一切光榮和驕傲，都來自母親。—高爾基 母愛是一種巨大的火焰。—羅曼。羅蘭 母親的愛是永遠不會枯竭的。—岡察洛夫

老舍說：失去了慈母便像花插在瓶子里，雖然還有色有香，卻失去了根。我覺得這句話說明慈母對一個人是非常重要的，就想根對花一樣重要。

世界上一切其他都是假的，空的，唯有母親才是真的，永恒的，不滅的。（印度）

第三篇：母親的故事- 副本

母親的故事

一位著名的人曾經這樣說過這樣的一句話：人之所以要生兒育女是因為發(fā)生在自己身上的故事需要有人聆聽。今天，母親永遠離開了我們。在她生前，我們曾幾何時去認真地聽過他們講自己的故事？母親沒有文化，也不善于和孩子們交流，但是發(fā)生在她身上的事情是卻是感人肺腑感人的，也是震撼心靈的。

人活一世，劫難重重。而母親的苦，更苦，難，更難。母親前后生育了八個兒女。一一撫養(yǎng)成人，兒子娶妻，女兒出嫁。由于父親受文革沖擊不在家里，母親一人撐起了這個家，帶著我們兄妹八個一起生活，這其中的滋味已不再是言語所能表述的。隔壁嬸子曾經給我講過這樣一個故事：因為父親的事母親也遭到了批斗，當時母親挺著大肚子，身子很笨，批斗的時間長了，母親先是站著，后來就體力不支，圪蹴下，由于懷著孕，又害怕壓著孩子，就雙手背在地上撐著沉重的身體，就只差仰面朝天躺在地上了。其實，那時候母親肚子里的那個孩子就是我。我是在父親離開家的四個月之后出生的。在那個敏感的時代政治上的原因致使家庭突發(fā)變故，母親經常為父親擔驚受怕，老早就患上了心臟病。剛出生的我嗷嗷待哺，可哪里有奶喂我，姐姐就抱著我吃過很多人的奶。母親無奈便做出了把我送人的決定，當抱養(yǎng)我的好心人要抱我走的時候，母親又哭著決定留下我，把抱養(yǎng)我的人打發(fā)走了，她的理由是孩子就要在媽媽的身邊，再苦再難，一個都不能少。她給我起名“欠”，就是缺的意思。母親對待生活的態(tài)度，在我的印象中永遠是從容與淡定的。母親帶著八個兒女生活的日子是熬煎的，但是母親口中常常哼著沒人能聽得懂的調子，我們那時候圍在母親的膝下，問，媽，“你唱的啥”？媽說，“戲”。長大后，我問過母親，孩子那么多，是怎么養(yǎng)大的？媽媽說，娃打娃，我問什么是娃打娃？媽媽說，是大娃看碎娃，是的，我就是二姐懷抱里長大的。我問，那么多孩子是怎么管理的？媽媽說，每到晚上娃睡著了，點數(shù)數(shù)有多少雙腳，有一次還發(fā)現(xiàn)，少一雙腳，發(fā)動人找娃，最后找到了，是三娃睡著在家門前的澇池旁。

那年，母親和四娃（我四哥）去彬縣拉煤，拖拉機壞到了太峪溝，那是半夜，我哥和媽將煤卸到路邊，只有一把鐵锨留給媽媽，因為那是林區(qū)，晚上有狼。四哥修車去了，媽媽就拿著那把鐵锨守著一噸煤，在點點星光下，聽著遠處叫人毛骨悚然狼嚎聲堅持了不知多長時間，四哥開車回來了，寒冷和饑餓早已經被忘記了，又將煤裝上車。那時才感覺到了餓，只有兩個饃，沒有水喝，只好從拖拉機的水箱里放了一點水喝，吃完后母親和四哥又繼續(xù)上路了。

在永壽山區(qū)承包了幾百畝地，在收割的季節(jié)里，勞動人數(shù)很多，媽媽在村子里住的地方做飯，我送過飯，無論是煎餅還是涼皮，足有兩尺高，媽媽用篩子裝上，幫我綁到自行車上，那是黃土高坡丘陵地帶，能騎得時候少，更多的時候推著走，走上十里地的樣子，才能到承包的莊稼地里。還有一些需要收割機完成的，叫好收割機，媽媽領著司機師傅到地里收割，當時媽媽坐在收割機里，那種動作，那種姿勢，一副英姿颯爽的樣子。媽媽是女強人。我是老小，感情豐富，常常流淚，媽媽最看不起我這點，常常用一個詞“楞勢”，哥哥姐姐也叫我“劉鼻復江山”。媽媽常常教育我說，你看你二哥，在磨子上夾斷一個手指，在人面前都不哭。

媽媽的故事是說不完的，今天媽媽媽離開了我們，母愛如山，如今山倒了，我們進門后那一聲響亮的媽，再也不會有人“哎”著答應了！但令我們欣慰的是母親不再受病痛的折磨了，可以到父親的身邊去陪伴他，你們二老分開的時間太久太久。人總是靈魂在高處，而肉體在低處，媽媽雖然離開我們，軀體埋葬在家鄉(xiāng)的土地里，媽媽的子孫會永遠眷戀這塊土地，因為這土地使我們的父母的骨血化成，這片土地就是媽媽溫暖的懷抱！

第四篇：母親的故事[原稿]

母親的故事

夏瑜

善意的謊言

母親那年十七歲，就已經開始工作了。而沒過多久，母親病了，在特別繁忙的工作中倒下，住進了醫(yī)院，臥床不起。姥姥知道了，愛女心切，焦急地趕過來看望母親。

母女倆闊別已久，待在床前見面時，居然相擁而哭，熱（惹）得旁人也掉了眼淚（旁人指的是我父親），也感動了。

姥姥開始不停地噓寒問暖，嘮叨不停，手也不停相互摩擦著，可見她心中的焦急。她問母親：“你到底感覺如何，氣色這么不好？” 母親微笑說：“感覺還好，就是沒什么食欲，飯也不想吃。” 姥姥急了：“孩子，不吃東西怎么行嗎（呢）,（？）想想到底想吃點什么？”

母親詭秘地笑了：“其實我就是想吃你報（包）的韭菜餃子了。” 姥姥頓時微笑起來，仿佛終于找到治病的良方，拍膝而起說：“好！我去給你包，你小時候最喜歡吃的就是韭菜餃子！”

說完姥姥便拉著父親回家，和面包餃子去了。

在家里和面的時候，姥姥不讓父親插手，因為他向來不進廚房，他就怕父親壞了她的好事。父親在廚房門口，悄悄看著，姥姥包得極為細心，搓揉扭捏間，姥姥不住用手背擦著眼睛。

一個多小時后，韭菜餃子終于做好了，個個飽滿鮮香，姥姥把餃子裝進保溫飯盒，扯著父親就匆匆出門了。姥姥一路上步子走得很急，巍巍顫顫的。

到醫(yī)院的時候，母親見著餃子就高興起來，仿佛犯饞很久了。連忙伸手去接，卻忽然想到自己的手很臟，于是要姥姥去打點水回來洗手，姥姥起身而去。剛去一會兒，母親就對父親說：“這離洗手間有點遠，去幫媽端水。”于是父親就去了。

等他們回來的時候，母親的飯盒，里面只剩兩三個餃子了。姥姥責罵她還是那樣嘴饞，臉上卻浮起笑容，因為母親終于吃下了東西。

接下來幾天，都是如此。

有一天晚上，父親留下來陪母親。母親在一旁看書，而父親坐在桌前寫東西。此間，一不小心，筆掉到地上，滾到母親的床底下，于是伸手去摸，筆沒摸到，卻摸到一袋東西。拖出來一看，父親滿臉驚訝，竟是一大袋餃子。

父親連忙問母親怎么回事，母親叫父親塞，紅著臉說：“待會兒你拿去扔了，別讓媽看見了。”

父親問：“餃子你都沒有吃呀？”

“你食欲，那你還叫媽包餃子干什么？”

“媽千里迢迢（前面寫回家包餃子，這就是說醫(yī)院離家不遠，“千里迢迢”就用得過度了）來照顧我，要是幫不上忙，眼睜睜地看這我生病，會很傷心的。知道不？”

我寫到這里，也被母親的話震撼了，終于醒悟過來：原來母親讓姥姥包餃子卻有藏起來，居然是成全老人的一番好意，讓老人不擔心。

我知道了有一種鐘沉甸甸的深藏心底的愛意，卻永遠揮之不去。

母親的罪狀

母親溫柔似水，細膩如絲，我感謝母親給了我生命，但是功“過”不能相抵，母親的“罪狀”我也要一一記錄下來。小時候，我真是比林妹妹還體弱多病，大病小痛隔三差五地纏著我，這就注定了我將長期與藥“相見”。為了讓我吃下這苦澀藥片，母親可真是處心積慮（這個詞應加引號）呀！

“寶貝，吃口香蕉吧！”母親“笑里藏刀”地對我說。可憐的我少年無知，禁不住誘惑，毫不客氣地咬了一口，正待細細品味時，一股難言的苦澀溢滿口腔，藥片就“躺”在其中！我就是“啞巴吃香蕉——有苦說不出”！誰讓我嘴饞呢？唉……母親卻在一旁長舒一口氣：“終于吃了。”我在心中默默記下了母親的的第一條“罪狀”:誘惑罪。

第二次喝藥時，母親并沒有給我吃香蕉而給我塊糖，并自己先吃掉半塊。我想這糖應該不會像惡毒的皇后給白雪公主的甜啊！這時母親笑著拿著一個綠色的“糖果”，我用牙順勢一嚼就吞下去了。“啊，好苦！”竟然是藥片！于是，母親的第二條“罪狀”：欺詐罪。

以后的日子里，我牢記孟子“貧賤不能移，富貴不能淫，威武不能屈”的真理，堅決不吃藥。母親便狠下心來，把我放在那兒，然而捏住我的鼻子......于是，藥片自然就“飛流直下嘴巴里”了！我大哭而淚，只能順其自然了。第三條“罪狀”：虐待罪。

正如孫悟空逃不出如來佛的手掌心一樣。我永遠逃不出母親的“魔掌”。

枕頭里有個夢

從小，我睡覺就有落枕的毛病。早晨起來，常常歪著脖子，疼得哭爹喊娘，母親小心地替我揉來揉去，可這畢竟不是長久之計。

買的枕頭不合適，母親決定自己動手做。棉花是最容易的材料，可是太軟了不行。母親就一把把地挑來挑去，感覺軟硬適中才放進枕袋里。兩天后，我感激地結過母親的這只花枕頭，它那么輕，卻又那么重。把頭放上去，花枕的中間正好凹下去，我躺在海邊的沙灘上，看滿天的星星，呼吸清新空氣，舒服極了。

可是夏天來了，棉花被汗水一侵，就發(fā)出霉味。于是，我索性撇開枕頭睡覺。結果，我又崴了脖子。

這次母親到外婆家?guī)Щ匾淮蟀G豆殼。母親用它又縫制了一只新枕頭。這只枕頭比棉花的好多了。睡在上面，只要我輕輕一動，就會有一種“沙沙”的聲音，就像一首優(yōu)美，深情的童謠，在靜靜的夜空彌散，連夜的精靈都停住腳步。別提我有多喜歡這枕頭了。好景不長，終于有一天枕頭破了。我看到滿枕的綠豆殼飄然落出，我的眼淚也隨之落下。這可是母親為我做的第二個枕頭啊!時間流逝，我漸漸明白了，在這個變化的枕頭里有個不變的世界，這世界里，有一種情感無時無刻的延伸。

請將修改后的稿子與這篇原稿作比較，看看有什么不同之處，是不是可以悟出一點寫作技巧來呢？

第五篇：母親的故事

母親的故事

母親的母親生了三個男孩、四個女孩，母親是一群孩子中最大的一個。小時候母親對學習很想往，但家中老人們“婦女無才便是德的”封建思想以及家中干也干不完的家務活迫使她讀了小學一年級就輟學在家。從此每天天沒亮就要起床尾隨一班大人們爬到很高很偏僻的山上砍柴，那時農村里家家戶戶都用柴燒飯做菜，所以近處的山上已很難找到柴火。母親很能吃苦，為了不讓家中缺柴做飯，她總是背了一大捆回來，把身子壓得彎彎的，臉撐得紅紅的。

母親的母親出身大地主家庭，以前沒干過什么重活，做家務也有點使不上力，所以家里煩瑣的家務活以及攜帶弟弟妹妹的任務全落在了母親身上，母親一聲不吭地做完這件又做那件。過了幾年以后，母親就開始幫著家里下田種地干起了農務活，由于母親學東西很快，又肯吃苦，漸漸成了家里的主要勞動力。

母親出嫁了。父親是某工廠的推銷員。不久母親也進到那家工廠當起了工人，這段時間也許是母親最快樂最幸福的時光，但好景不長，很快他們就雙雙離開工廠回到了農村的老家。那時中國剛剛改革開放，下海經商成了時尚，于是做過推銷員的父親便乘機外出做起了生意。父親常年在外奔波，回家?guī)滋艘彩谴掖颐γΑＰ螁斡爸坏哪赣H為了維持生計又干起了農務活，母親很勤勞，當她生下第一個孩子還沒坐完月子就上山打理起了那快藩薯地。但她很快發(fā)現(xiàn)有了孩子后干農務活非常不便，于是憑著出嫁前學過的縫紉技術開起了裁縫店。母親一邊帶孩子一邊干著店里的活。為了多賺點錢，母親總是干得很晚。由于母親生性聰明又肯鉆研，她做的衣服總是很合身、好看，店里的生意漸漸好了起來，又收下了兩個學徒。但正像母親自己說的，她生下來就注定是勞碌命。到了第二年的年底，可惡的小偷把店里做好的衣服以及布料全部偷走了，忙碌了一年的母親不僅沒有賺到錢還把第一年賺到的錢賠出了不少。母親當初的心情可想而知，那時又恰逢肚里懷上的孩子我快要出生，所以痛定思痛后關閉了裁縫店。

父親在外奔波了幾年，一點都沒賺到手，兩手空空回到了家。母親深知父親不是做生意的料，就勸他在家開個店。母親拿出自己手中的一點積蓄又向親戚朋友借了一些，幫助父親開起了日用品商店。母親很能干，店里主要是她在打理，一年下來賺到的錢也很可觀，我和姐姐也漸漸長大上了學。

父親總是不甘心就這樣呆在農村這個小天地，他只想著再到外頭闖一闖，母親拗不過，父親就帶著家里多年的積蓄出去重新做起了生意。但父親確實做不了大生意，在外頻頻碰壁，很快就輸?shù)袅思抑卸嗄甑姆e蓄。如果到此為止也就好了，這時的父親卻像一個輸紅了眼的賭徒，回家向親戚朋友借了錢后又匆忙投入到他的生意場。連連的失利終于把父親擊跨了，也讓家中債臺高筑。年底時，面對債主父親選擇了逃避。為了家庭的信譽，母親艱難地承擔起了所有的債務，四處奔波，東挪西借，終于熬過了年關。

被擊跨的父親終日借酒澆愁。家里的債務，兩個孩子的讀書上學問題全都落在了母親的肩上。母親沒有怨天尤人，只是一心打理著家里的商品店，自己卻省吃儉用，一年來沒給自己添過什么新衣服，吃飯時總是把好菜留給我和姐姐。母親就這樣慢慢的償還家中的債務，含辛茹苦的供我們姐弟讀書。

如今家里生活條件好了，姐姐嫁了人，我也有了一份穩(wěn)定的工作。但母親依然為我們這一代的事抄心這牽掛那。姐姐去年懷孕了，母親怕姐姐在那邊被照顧不周，就跑過去住到姐姐身邊，每天細心照顧。現(xiàn)在當我和妻子談起以后生了孩子要叫保姆時，母親就大力反對，說她可以帶好我們的孩子。母親跟我們分開住，但一有空就會跑到這邊，每當我們下班，只要母親在，家里就會被收拾的干干凈凈的，她常常叮囑我們不要叫鐘點工，說沒有一個比得上她利索的。

看著母親頭上逐年增多的白發(fā)，漸漸老態(tài)的臉，我常在心里自問，母親為這個家，為我們孩子操心了這么久，可什么時候為她自己操心過??