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As I read the famous poem "A Wanderer's Song," my thoughts
wander to my mother, who diligently tends to her fields at the foot of the
mountain. Growing up in the countryside, I played in the fields and never
ventured beyond the mountains. When I was four years old, my father joined a
work team in the mountains and disappeared without a trace after moving to
Shenzhen. Later, he sent letters asking my mother to divorce him. On that
day, I sat alone in our dilapidated hut and watched my mother stumble back
from the village, holding me and weeping uncontrollably. The incident deeply
moved my young and innocent heart, and I vowed to stand up for my mother.
At the age of ten, I moved to my aunt's house in the city and started a new
life. I experienced the loneliness of being a guest in someone else's home,
but my mother's unwavering support kept me going. I did not want my
classmates to see my mother, who looked like a typical rural woman, so I
asked her not to come to the school, and I asked someone else to bring my
things. One day, I accidentally learned from my aunt that my mother came to
see me every week, hiding in a corner and then silently returning home to
save money for the trip. Hearing this, my tears flowed uncontrollably, and I
reproached myself in my heart, "You are too selfish!"
From then on, I invited my mother to come to school, but she refused,
choosing to stay alone and tend to her fields, for me-her only hope. My
heart is filled with emotions as I read "A Wanderer's Song," and I see my
mother's silhouette standing at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by the
scent of soil. In the vast sea of people, my mother is just an ordinary
rural woman.
In my heart, I silently recite, "Mother, you are my lifelong inspiration! I
will always love and respect you." |
