"Hi mom" has reached the height of double-bumping reputation at the box office since the launch of the Spring Festival file. I remember seeing a movie blogger who predicted that "Hi mum" would be the dark horse of this year's Spring Festival this year. In fact, she is worth it.
I have seen a lot of moving movies, but few make me cry. It can be said that I don't feel that empathy. I rarely watch movies and cry because most of the movies did not happen to me. The method moved me.
The deepest feeling is that Li Huanying is so much like my mother. The reason why this movie touched me so much is not how sensational the plot is. It just portrays a complete look of my mother. My mother is like this, with sparse hair all over the roots of white hair, saving money to make my life better, she is willing to treat me unconditionally All kinds of good, after I played my temper, I still treated me well. I watched the movie with my mother. After watching the movie, when I watched my mother again, my nose suddenly became sore. I don't know how to face her now with white hair. Day after day, I am slowly growing. She is getting older and getting older. I start to be afraid of losing her. If it's really like in the movie, I will repay her when I have the ability to make money one day, and treat my mother as good as she is to me. Opportunity. I began to realize that I cannot live without her. My mother has been a part of my life since I was born. I have always thought that I am an independent child who can do everything in my life. I go to Beijing to go to school by myself. I don't need her to wash my clothes or take care of me. In my subconscious, I think I can do everything well. Outside, I did everything and took good care of myself. But when I got home, my mother would rush to help me with all kinds of things, wash my clothes, take me to class, and try my best to do it for me. For food, I don't know if she is gone one day, this will no longer be the real home when I go home, and a home without a mother will be worthless.
What really resonates with is this sentence, "As far as I can remember, my mother is like a middle-aged woman." In fact, as far as I can remember, my mother looked like a middle-aged woman. I have never seen my mother look like when she was young, and I don't know that she also looks young and beautiful like mine. In my eyes, my mother will always be the mother with simple dress, short hair and square glasses. I have never seen her braided when she was young, and her fashionable appearance does not mean that she has never been young. I don't know what she was like when she gave birth to her sister, but I believe she is much older after giving birth to me, and the vicissitudes of having one more child are vividly reflected in my mother. Before I went to dance classes outside, the kids asked me if it was your grandma, and I said it was my mother. Afterwards, I began to complain about why my mother looked older than others, why she couldn't dress up better. When I grew up, I realized that she spent all the money for dressing up on me. She never forced me to go. Go to various cram schools, but as long as I want to learn, she will definitely agree to me. For more than ten years, after her cultivation, I have a talent and knowledge that makes others envy. I can't deny that my arrival has added more pressure and wrinkles to her. In fact, I also want to make my mother younger and more beautiful. Like her twenties, I want to see if she looks like me when she was young. Like.
She was also mother's baby daughter. Although I haven't met my grandma, all I heard from her were the happy memories that grandma brought to her mother's growth. I never realized that she used to be cared for and grew up like she cared for me. Now the happiness my mother treats me is the happiness she has experienced. I want her own daughter to experience the same way her mother treated her. Love. I have always wondered why I am such a hater who quarrels with her for a lifetime. When I quarrel, I don't want to talk to her. But less than 10 minutes after I finished copying, I started taking a bite again, not wanting her to cook for me. I didn't want to beg her to buy me something, or I didn't get angry anymore, and I forgot what I was making. The family relationship between our mother and daughter is very wonderful. In life, big and small always like to be noisy, but in the end it is still good. She is the sharing diary of my childhood, and I want to tell her that she is a little bit big and I want to tell her that today who did not hand in homework and drank a few glasses of water... When I grew up, many things began to be separated from each other, and I began to reluctant to do it with her Daily sharing, but I every boyfriends, she actually knows who , but in order not to embarrass me, she never tells me. This is who I am now.This is us now. If I were a little older, I might return to the days of sharing accounts in my childhood.
She will always be grandma's baby, and I will always be her baby. We all have our own mother's love. I don't want to do too much to contradict her or say to hurt her feelings. After all, grandma saw it in the heaven. she will hurt.
