An 11-year-old girl ran away from home. She resented her mother and said she would never owe him anything!

The second class on Tuesday morning is the music appreciation class \”Wandering Son\’s Song\”. The music started and the children became quiet. When the music reached the end of the second section, I found that several children were in a wrong mood – Zi Xin was lying on the table, and Wen Yu and Li Shuo had tears in their eyes. After the song ended, I asked the children what happened? Li Shuo told me: \”Teacher, I want to cry when I hear this song!\” Many children also echoed this. After listening to the children\’s words, I was surprised by the appeal of music and the children\’s musical sensibility. The lyrics of this song come from Meng Jiao\’s \”Wandering Son\’s Song\”, arranged by Zhang Hongguang, and the melody is warm and affectionate. Before, I did not introduce the meaning of the lyrics to the children. It was entirely the children\’s own feelings. This is one of the goals to be achieved in this lesson. Another goal is to let the children talk about how their mother loves them. But when I raised this question, the 38 children in the classroom were completely silent! How unusual this silence is! About a minute later, a child raised his hand: \”Mom cooks for me every day!\” Then, \”Mom always washes my clothes!\” \”Mom buys me a notebook.\” \”Mom…\” There are so many answers. I got up, but I was confused – is maternal love just these daily things? If it weren\’t for today\’s question, I always thought that maternal love is a profound and sacred word, and it should be an emotion that we can look up to from above! Facing the children in front of me, I felt ashamed – had I ever been as sure of maternal love as they were at their age? I once criticized my mother. I always felt that she didn\’t love me enough, and I even once doubted whether I was her biological child. When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I ran away from home with two classmates and left a note saying that I would never return to this home again. But when it got dark, I returned to that hated home with hunger and fatigue from the trek. I thought I would face a storm, but no. Although the atmosphere at the dinner table was so dull that I couldn\’t breathe. After all, I was full and slept soundly. The next day I heard from my grandma that three families were making trouble for us. I can\’t say that I feel guilty, but there is a trace of fear in my heart, as if there is something that they will always hold in their hands. When I was in junior high school, I was eight or nine miles away from home. We started living on campus and could only go home once every Saturday. The school is located in the town, and there is a market nearby. Every market day, there are always many parents who go to give delicious food to their children. You can\’t imagine how much I long for them to come – not for the delicious food, but just to prove that my mother loves me. But, no, not once in three years. The loss and resentment in my heart made me more and more sure that she didn\’t love me. Throughout adolescence, I treated her contribution to me with a cold attitude. I even thought: \”When I am able, I will use your flowers and give you back everything you have, and we will owe you nothing!\” What a bastard. What an idea! After I had children, every look I looked at them was filled with love. Their diapers never felt dirty when I washed them. Every nagging I said was out of concern. Every time I washed their feet, there was a bite. Impulsively, I wash their muddy shoes but sigh that they have grown another inch. Every time I eat, I think about whether they are nutritious and suitable.If it is not to their taste, they will think about whether they are safe or happy when they are not around… I love my children so much. This love seeps into every crevice of my life. Can the children find it accurately? Are you as careless as me and ignore all this? How could a mother not love her children? But there are always places that are beyond the reach of maternal love – maternal love cannot help you grow up! Last time my brother said something like this on Weibo: \”Parents, do you understand children? Children, do you understand parents? We middle-aged people!\” This sentence was very helpless. My reply to him was: \”Didn\’t we grow from children to parents? The world is very fair.\” This is the fact. When you are a child, no matter what your parents do, you will feel resentful until you become a child. Parents, no matter how you love your children, they will never be perfect and there will still be resentment. Fortunately, we can understand our parents when we have children. Fortunately, fortunately, children will also become parents and will eventually understand us. Everything is still too late – no matter whether our parents understand us now or not, we still have to be filial to them with all our heart. No matter how little our children understand us now, we will still love them selflessly. This is the part that cannot be removed from the blood in the bones. It comes from the heart, from the sincerity, without any adulteration. \”Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring\”, the countless blessings are indescribable. In this class, the children and I received a love education together. No matter when, where, or how old you are, love will be the eternal theme of this world.