unselfish motherly love
children who grow up in love, love is his feathers, it was his spear. Vigorous growth in the love of children, comparing him to clear the world, he is more optimistic view of human nature, he is more objective look at ourselves, and he is more courageous look ugly, he saw a bright future is more, he saw things relatively calm, compared him to the calm of death.
Remember there once,
TODS, saw a television report on maternal love, in the Sichuan earthquake, a mother knees, crawl rather than the entire upper body forward, hands on supporting her body, a bit like the enemy line bow ceremony, but the weight of the body was deformed, and looks a little weird, when rescue workers pulled a body under him only three or four months old baby, in the process of checking by a doctor , found a cell phone plug in the yard, the doctor looked under the mobile phone screen unconscious and found that the screen is a text already written, the doctor used to edge of death but at this moment,
tods outlet, tears, passing the phone, text message each person to see tears. This is love, will be temporary in maternal distress.
in a very remote mountain village, because of drought has been a long time without water. Helpless villagers can only use the car to go tens of miles way agricultural water. God does the United States, but in such times of drought is more parsimonious, and perhaps it has its own difficulties.
amazing scene appears,
polo ralph lauren, water tankers will be arriving in the village when they were stopped by an old cattle path, no matter how the driver by the whistle, the old cattle are indifferent. The driver had no way to personally get off your It seems the soft approach is not working, the driver and several villagers with water to pick up the no effort raised his
helpless villagers, and this is what the driver seemed to understand, back in the car, took a basin, then a little water to send to the old cattle. At this time, black and blue of the (See here, my heart has been very painful, and an impulse, but I'm under control) then slowly raise cattle the old head (I thought it was a big mouth to drink) long called a few times.
even more unimaginable thing happened again, came in not far from a calf cling to the old ox, and finally down into the basin or the mouth, and slowly the water is gone. Several villagers shocked .......
a Tang Dynasty poet, Meng Jiao, their sincere and deep, passed down through the years. Life on the road, no matter how far you go, no matter how rich you are, no matter how much you are official, are not from the mother!
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