第一篇：母親的故事

母親的故事

在我上二年級(jí)的時(shí)候，由于生活的壓迫，父親和母親來(lái)到廣東打工，也就是從這個(gè)時(shí)候開(kāi)始，鄰居們給我講起了母親的故事。

父親一共有10個(gè)兄弟姐妹，所以這個(gè)家庭氣氛比較緊張。母親結(jié)婚不久，家里發(fā)生了一件驚天動(dòng)地的事。父親與大伯為了磚窯的賬目沒(méi)能協(xié)商一致而大動(dòng)干戈，瘦弱的父親在這一次爭(zhēng)執(zhí)中被打得遍體連傷，血肉模糊，是母親偷偷地把奄奄一息的父親運(yùn)走，并怏求鄰村的村醫(yī)把父親的傷養(yǎng)好，一個(gè)多月后父親的傷有了好轉(zhuǎn)，為了躲避大伯的追打，父親連家都沒(méi)回便走上了逃亡的之路。

父親走后，母親的日子就更苦了。母親一人用她那勤勞的雙手在家里拉扯著她的三個(gè)孩子。最大的孩子也只不過(guò)是三歲多，最小的也只有半歲。那時(shí)家里沒(méi)有廚房，只好湊合著在奶奶家的廚房里搭上小灶，每次都是等爺爺奶奶叔叔們做好飯后才開(kāi)始做飯，過(guò)了一段時(shí)間，奶奶說(shuō)，母親做飯時(shí)的煙火熏得她嗆得難受，就把母親做飯的鍋給踢倒在地,看著滿(mǎn)地都是的潔白的米漿，母親并沒(méi)有責(zé)憊奶奶半句，而是收拾好殘?jiān)?。不久母親懇請(qǐng)鄰居在自己臥房旁壘了一間泥壞房，充當(dāng)廚房用，每次下大雨的時(shí)候都令人十分擔(dān)心這間泥壞房會(huì)倒塌。

在臥房后面養(yǎng)了一頭母豬，這豬房子離大伯家的房子也很近，伯母就說(shuō)這頭豬半夜里老吵得她睡不著，于是就趁母親出外務(wù)農(nóng)的時(shí)候往咱家潑糞便及毒打家里的母豬，使得母豬身上經(jīng)常都流著濃濃的血，母親深知大嫂的潑辣，沒(méi)有與她理論半句。

還有一次，家里養(yǎng)了幾只大水鴨，正好趕上鬼節(jié)可以蔡祀，不料，有一天吃了大伯家種在菜園里的青菜，結(jié)果伯母大怒，就從家里拿了幾包老鼠藥把咱家的鴨子全毒死了。母親傷心地把鴨子的尸體埋在自家的果園里。七月半那天，我們?nèi)胰允浅运囟冗^(guò)。哥哥不高興地說(shuō)：“連過(guò)個(gè)節(jié)都沒(méi)肉吃?！蔽铱吹侥赣H臉上的表情瞬間變得很痛苦起來(lái)。其它鄰居見(jiàn)狀，甚是同情母親，為母親的嗚不平……

聽(tīng)著領(lǐng)居給我講著母親這些過(guò)去的事情，心里酸溜溜的，心里也油然地恨起奶奶及蠻橫的大伯家。一次母親回來(lái)過(guò)春節(jié)時(shí)，我問(wèn)起這些往事：“為什么以前我從沒(méi)聽(tīng)你說(shuō)過(guò)呢？”母親答：“不想在你們幼小的心靈里留下陰影，而且媽媽堅(jiān)信：人欺天不欺，惡人自有自有惡人磨；忤逆還生忤逆子，孝順還生孝順兒，不信但看屋檐水，點(diǎn)點(diǎn)滴在舊窩兒?！蔽覠o(wú)語(yǔ)。

許多年后，我們兄妹慢慢長(zhǎng)大，母親的生活重?fù)?dān)減輕了，生活條件有了好轉(zhuǎn)，家里建了新房子。此時(shí)，爺爺已經(jīng)去世，奶奶一人在家?guī)е迨宓暮⒆?，母親看著奶奶那么辛苦，就勸她帶著叔叔的小孩在我們家一塊過(guò)，起初奶奶還不太肯，認(rèn)為母親是別有用心，或是覺(jué)得不太好意思，有一次奶奶不小心摔傷了腳，母親聽(tīng)說(shuō)后，二話(huà)沒(méi)說(shuō)放下手里的活就把她背起送去醫(yī)院就診，回來(lái)后，母親每天都照料著奶奶的飲食起居，為奶奶褒好吃的，自己卻舍不得吃。有一段時(shí)間，奶奶的身體不太好，都是母親騎著自行車(chē)把奶奶送去醫(yī)院，鄉(xiāng)里人也漸漸認(rèn)識(shí)了,就對(duì)我奶奶說(shuō)：“老太婆呀，你女兒對(duì)您可真體貼！”奶奶笑著答：“這是我兒媳?！边@一聽(tīng)，人人都驚訝了?？梢韵胂竦玫剑耗棠痰男睦锸嵌嗝吹母吲d。在母親的精心調(diào)養(yǎng)下，這些年，奶奶的身體越來(lái)越健康了，每次回去的時(shí)候，都能看到奶奶滿(mǎn)臉紅光，一家老小其樂(lè)融融。“婆婆也是媽”，母親用她寬容的心，維護(hù)了這個(gè)大家庭的和睦。在一次年夜團(tuán)圓飯的時(shí)候，叔叔深深地向母親鞠了個(gè)躬并真情地說(shuō)：“二嫂，謝謝您！您在家辛苦了，若不是您這么多年的努力與付出，咱這個(gè)大家庭早就四分五裂了。”母親說(shuō)：“家和萬(wàn)事興，家不和鄰里欺”！如此簡(jiǎn)單的一句話(huà)，不知埋藏著母親多少的心血。隨著時(shí)間的流逝，大伯和伯母也慢慢地被感化了，并由心地感謝母親的包容，不計(jì)前嫌，正是她的德行使得這一家?guī)资谌四苡薪袢赵敽偷臍夥铡?/p>

母親只忘了三年書(shū)，沒(méi)有學(xué)過(guò)《弟子規(guī)》，但她深知里邊的道理并力行著，她的堅(jiān)強(qiáng)，寬容孝悌影響了她的兒女一生，也感染了領(lǐng)里鄉(xiāng)下，成了村里賢母的典范。

第二篇：母親故事

母親故事

《沒(méi)鎖上的門(mén)》 鄉(xiāng)偏僻小屋里住著一對(duì)母女，母親深怕遭竊總是一到晚上便在門(mén)把上連鎖三道鎖；女兒則厭惡了像風(fēng)景畫(huà)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(guò)收音機(jī)所想象的那個(gè)華麗世界。某天清晨，女兒為了追求那虛幻的夢(mèng)離開(kāi)了母親身邊。她趁母親睡覺(jué)時(shí)偷偷離家出走了。“媽?zhuān)憔彤?dāng)作沒(méi)我這個(gè)女兒吧。”可惜這世界不如她想象的美麗動(dòng)人，她在不知不覺(jué)中，走向墮落之途，深陷無(wú)法自拔的泥淖中，這時(shí)她才領(lǐng)悟到自己的過(guò)錯(cuò)。經(jīng)過(guò)十年后，已經(jīng)長(zhǎng)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(shí)已是深夜，微弱的燈光透過(guò)門(mén)縫滲透出來(lái)。她輕輕敲了敲門(mén)，卻突然有種不祥的預(yù)感。女兒扭開(kāi)門(mén)把時(shí)嚇了一跳?！昂闷婀?，母親之前從來(lái)不曾忘記把門(mén)鎖上的?！蹦赣H瘦弱的身軀蜷曲在冰冷的地板，以令人心疼的模樣睡著了?！皨尅瓔尅甭?tīng)到女兒的哭泣聲，母親睜開(kāi)了眼睛，一語(yǔ)不發(fā)地?fù)ё∨畠浩v的肩膀。在母親懷里哭了很久之后，女兒突然好奇問(wèn)道：“媽?zhuān)裉炷阍趺礇](méi)有鎖門(mén)，有人闖進(jìn)來(lái)怎么辦？”母親回答說(shuō)：“不只是今天而已，我怕你晚上突然回來(lái)進(jìn)不了家門(mén)，所以十年來(lái)門(mén)從沒(méi)鎖過(guò)?！蹦赣H十年如一日，等待著女兒回來(lái)，女兒房間里的擺設(shè)一如當(dāng)年。這天晚上，母女回復(fù)到十年前的樣子，緊緊鎖上房門(mén)睡著了

《便當(dāng)里的頭發(fā)》在那個(gè)貧困的年代里，很多同學(xué)往往連帶個(gè)象樣的便當(dāng)?shù)綄W(xué)校上課的能力都沒(méi)有，我鄰座的同學(xué)就是如此。他的飯菜永遠(yuǎn)是黑黑的豆豉，我的便當(dāng)卻經(jīng)常裝著火腿和荷包蛋，兩者有著天壤之別。而且這個(gè)同學(xué)，每次都會(huì)先從便當(dāng)里撿出頭發(fā)之后，再若無(wú)其事地吃他的便當(dāng)。這個(gè)令人渾身不舒服的發(fā)現(xiàn)一直持續(xù)著?！翱梢?jiàn)他媽媽有多邋遢，竟然每天飯里都有頭發(fā)。”同學(xué)們私底下議論著。為了顧及同學(xué)自尊，又不能表現(xiàn)出來(lái)，總覺(jué)得好骯臟，因此對(duì)這同學(xué)的印象，也開(kāi)始大打折扣。有一天學(xué)校放學(xué)之后，那同學(xué)叫住了我：“如果沒(méi)什么事就去我家玩吧?！彪m然心中不太愿意，不過(guò)自從同班以來(lái)，他第一次開(kāi)口邀請(qǐng)我到家里玩，所以我不好意思拒絕他。隨朋友來(lái)到了位于漢城最陡峭地形的某個(gè)貧民村?！皨?zhuān)規(guī)笥褋?lái)了?！甭?tīng)到同學(xué)興奮的聲音之后，房門(mén)打開(kāi)了。他年邁的母親出現(xiàn)在門(mén)口?！拔覂鹤拥呐笥褋?lái)啦，讓我看看?！钡亲叱龇块T(mén)的同學(xué)母親，只是用手摸著房門(mén)外的梁柱。原來(lái)她是雙眼失明的盲人。我感覺(jué)到一陣鼻酸，一句話(huà)都說(shuō)不出來(lái)。同學(xué)的便當(dāng)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(dāng)，那不只是一頓午餐，更是母親滿(mǎn)滿(mǎn)的愛(ài)心，甚至連摻雜在里面的頭發(fā)，也一樣是母親的愛(ài)。

母親的名言警句

母愛(ài)是世間最真摯的愛(ài)?！瓕毱?/p>

世界上有一種最美麗的聲音，那便是母親的呼喚?！?世界上的一切光榮和驕傲，都來(lái)自母親。—高爾基 母愛(ài)是一種巨大的火焰?！_曼。羅蘭 母親的愛(ài)是永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)枯竭的?！獙炻宸?/p>

老舍說(shuō)：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(jué)得這句話(huà)說(shuō)明慈母對(duì)一個(gè)人是非常重要的，就想根對(duì)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(jīng)這樣說(shuō)過(guò)這樣的一句話(huà)：人之所以要生兒育女是因?yàn)榘l(fā)生在自己身上的故事需要有人聆聽(tīng)。今天，母親永遠(yuǎn)離開(kāi)了我們。在她生前，我們?cè)鴰缀螘r(shí)去認(rèn)真地聽(tīng)過(guò)他們講自己的故事？母親沒(méi)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(gè)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(gè)家，帶著我們兄妹八個(gè)一起生活，這其中的滋味已不再是言語(yǔ)所能表述的。隔壁嬸子曾經(jīng)給我講過(guò)這樣一個(gè)故事：因?yàn)楦赣H的事母親也遭到了批斗，當(dāng)時(shí)母親挺著大肚子，身子很笨，批斗的時(shí)間長(zhǎng)了，母親先是站著，后來(lái)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(shí)，那時(shí)候母親肚子里的那個(gè)孩子就是我。我是在父親離開(kāi)家的四個(gè)月之后出生的。在那個(gè)敏感的時(shí)代政治上的原因致使家庭突發(fā)變故，母親經(jīng)常為父親擔(dān)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(guò)很多人的奶。母親無(wú)奈便做出了把我送人的決定，當(dāng)抱養(yǎng)我的好心人要抱我走的時(shí)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(gè)都不能少。她給我起名“欠”，就是缺的意思。母親對(duì)待生活的態(tài)度，在我的印象中永遠(yuǎn)是從容與淡定的。母親帶著八個(gè)兒女生活的日子是熬煎的，但是母親口中常常哼著沒(méi)人能聽(tīng)得懂的調(diào)子，我們那時(shí)候圍在母親的膝下，問(wèn)，媽?zhuān)澳愠纳丁保繈屨f(shuō)，“戲”。長(zhǎng)大后，我問(wèn)過(guò)母親，孩子那么多，是怎么養(yǎng)大的？媽媽說(shuō)，娃打娃，我問(wèn)什么是娃打娃？媽媽說(shuō)，是大娃看碎娃，是的，我就是二姐懷抱里長(zhǎng)大的。我問(wèn)，那么多孩子是怎么管理的？媽媽說(shuō)，每到晚上娃睡著了，點(diǎn)數(shù)數(shù)有多少雙腳，有一次還發(fā)現(xiàn)，少一雙腳，發(fā)動(dòng)人找娃，最后找到了，是三娃睡著在家門(mén)前的澇池旁。

那年，母親和四娃（我四哥）去彬縣拉煤，拖拉機(jī)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?zhuān)驗(yàn)槟鞘橇謪^(qū)，晚上有狼。四哥修車(chē)去了，媽媽就拿著那把鐵锨守著一噸煤，在點(diǎn)點(diǎn)星光下，聽(tīng)著遠(yuǎn)處叫人毛骨悚然狼嚎聲堅(jiān)持了不知多長(zhǎng)時(shí)間，四哥開(kāi)車(chē)回來(lái)了，寒冷和饑餓早已經(jīng)被忘記了，又將煤裝上車(chē)。那時(shí)才感覺(jué)到了餓，只有兩個(gè)饃，沒(méi)有水喝，只好從拖拉機(jī)的水箱里放了一點(diǎn)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(dòng)人數(shù)很多，媽媽在村子里住的地方做飯，我送過(guò)飯，無(wú)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(chē)上，那是黃土高坡丘陵地帶，能騎得時(shí)候少，更多的時(shí)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(jī)完成的，叫好收割機(jī)，媽媽領(lǐng)著司機(jī)師傅到地里收割，當(dāng)時(shí)媽媽坐在收割機(jī)里，那種動(dòng)作，那種姿勢(shì)，一副英姿颯爽的樣子。媽媽是女強(qiáng)人。我是老小，感情豐富，常常流淚，媽媽最看不起我這點(diǎn)，常常用一個(gè)詞“楞勢(shì)”，哥哥姐姐也叫我“劉鼻復(fù)江山”。媽媽常常教育我說(shuō)，你看你二哥，在磨子上夾斷一個(gè)手指，在人面前都不哭。

媽媽的故事是說(shuō)不完的，今天媽媽媽離開(kāi)了我們，母愛(ài)如山，如今山倒了，我們進(jìn)門(mén)后那一聲響亮的媽?zhuān)僖膊粫?huì)有人“哎”著答應(yīng)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(kāi)的時(shí)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(kāi)我們，軀體埋葬在家鄉(xiāng)的土地里，媽媽的子孫會(huì)永遠(yuǎn)眷戀這塊土地，因?yàn)檫@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(jīng)開(kāi)始工作了。而沒(méi)過(guò)多久，母親病了，在特別繁忙的工作中倒下，住進(jìn)了醫(yī)院，臥床不起。姥姥知道了，愛(ài)女心切，焦急地趕過(guò)來(lái)看望母親。

母女倆闊別已久，待在床前見(jiàn)面時(shí)，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(dòng)了。

姥姥開(kāi)始不停地噓寒問(wèn)暖，嘮叨不停，手也不停相互摩擦著，可見(jiàn)她心中的焦急。她問(wèn)母親：“你到底感覺(jué)如何，氣色這么不好？” 母親微笑說(shuō)：“感覺(jué)還好，就是沒(méi)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(diǎn)什么？”

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

說(shuō)完姥姥便拉著父親回家，和面包餃子去了。

在家里和面的時(shí)候，姥姥不讓父親插手，因?yàn)樗騺?lái)不進(jìn)廚房，他就怕父親壞了她的好事。父親在廚房門(mén)口，悄悄看著，姥姥包得極為細(xì)心，搓揉扭捏間，姥姥不住用手背擦著眼睛。

一個(gè)多小時(shí)后，韭菜餃子終于做好了，個(gè)個(gè)飽滿(mǎn)鮮香，姥姥把餃子裝進(jìn)保溫飯盒，扯著父親就匆匆出門(mén)了。姥姥一路上步子走得很急，巍巍顫顫的。

到醫(yī)院的時(shí)候，母親見(jiàn)著餃子就高興起來(lái)，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(diǎn)水回來(lái)洗手，姥姥起身而去。剛?cè)ヒ粫?huì)兒，母親就對(duì)父親說(shuō)：“這離洗手間有點(diǎn)遠(yuǎn)，去幫媽端水?！庇谑歉赣H就去了。

等他們回來(lái)的時(shí)候，母親的飯盒，里面只剩兩三個(gè)餃子了。姥姥責(zé)罵她還是那樣嘴饞，臉上卻浮起笑容，因?yàn)槟赣H終于吃下了東西。

接下來(lái)幾天，都是如此。

有一天晚上，父親留下來(lái)陪母親。母親在一旁看書(shū)，而父親坐在桌前寫(xiě)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(méi)摸到，卻摸到一袋東西。拖出來(lái)一看，父親滿(mǎn)臉驚訝，竟是一大袋餃子。

父親連忙問(wèn)母親怎么回事，母親叫父親塞，紅著臉說(shuō)：“待會(huì)兒你拿去扔了，別讓媽看見(jiàn)了?！?/p>

父親問(wèn)：“餃子你都沒(méi)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(xiě)回家包餃子，這就是說(shuō)醫(yī)院離家不遠(yuǎn)，“千里迢迢”就用得過(guò)度了）來(lái)照顧我，要是幫不上忙，眼睜睜地看這我生病，會(huì)很傷心的。知道不？”

我寫(xiě)到這里，也被母親的話(huà)震撼了，終于醒悟過(guò)來(lái)：原來(lái)母親讓姥姥包餃子卻有藏起來(lái)，居然是成全老人的一番好意，讓老人不擔(dān)心。

我知道了有一種鐘沉甸甸的深藏心底的愛(ài)意，卻永遠(yuǎn)揮之不去。

母親的罪狀

母親溫柔似水，細(xì)膩如絲，我感謝母親給了我生命，但是功“過(guò)”不能相抵，母親的“罪狀”我也要一一記錄下來(lái)。小時(shí)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(zhǎng)期與藥“相見(jiàn)”。為了讓我吃下這苦澀藥片，母親可真是處心積慮（這個(gè)詞應(yīng)加引號(hào)）呀！

“寶貝，吃口香蕉吧！”母親“笑里藏刀”地對(duì)我說(shuō)。可憐的我少年無(wú)知，禁不住誘惑，毫不客氣地咬了一口，正待細(xì)細(xì)品味時(shí)，一股難言的苦澀溢滿(mǎn)口腔，藥片就“躺”在其中！我就是“啞巴吃香蕉——有苦說(shuō)不出”！誰(shuí)讓我嘴饞呢？唉……母親卻在一旁長(zhǎng)舒一口氣：“終于吃了?！蔽以谛闹心浵铝四赣H的的第一條“罪狀”:誘惑罪。

第二次喝藥時(shí)，母親并沒(méi)有給我吃香蕉而給我塊糖，并自己先吃掉半塊。我想這糖應(yīng)該不會(huì)像惡毒的皇后給白雪公主的甜啊！這時(shí)母親笑著拿著一個(gè)綠色的“糖果”，我用牙順勢(shì)一嚼就吞下去了?！鞍?，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(jiān)決不吃藥。母親便狠下心來(lái)，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(lái)佛的手掌心一樣。我永遠(yuǎn)逃不出母親的“魔掌”。

枕頭里有個(gè)夢(mèng)

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

買(mǎi)的枕頭不合適，母親決定自己動(dòng)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(lái)挑去，感覺(jué)軟硬適中才放進(jìn)枕袋里。兩天后，我感激地結(jié)過(guò)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(mǎn)天的星星，呼吸清新空氣，舒服極了。

可是夏天來(lái)了，棉花被汗水一侵，就發(fā)出霉味。于是，我索性撇開(kāi)枕頭睡覺(jué)。結(jié)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(dòng)，就會(huì)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(zhǎng)，終于有一天枕頭破了。我看到滿(mǎn)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(gè)枕頭啊!時(shí)間流逝，我漸漸明白了，在這個(gè)變化的枕頭里有個(gè)不變的世界，這世界里，有一種情感無(wú)時(shí)無(wú)刻的延伸。

請(qǐng)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(diǎn)寫(xiě)作技巧來(lái)呢？

第五篇：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.