Famous doctor Lin Lan: My mother is my model of being a person

Source: Life Times

At the beginning of July every year, many parents will break their hearts for their children's high school entrance examination exercises, and children often do not understand it. This reminds me of my parents, my father showed me the way to school, and my mother supported me with her thin body, leaving me with a rich spiritual wealth.

My mother was born in 1914 and died in Gyeongsan in 2003 at the age of 90. She was an ordinary and great mother, kind and noble, always thinking about others in everything; open-minded, never considering personal gains and losses; hard-working, never complaining, and dedicating everything to her children. Whenever I think of my mother, I can't help but burst into tears.

His father was not in good health, and his mother took good care of him, always working hard. In order to share the burden of the family, she went out to do odd jobs, washed bottles for shops, smashed stones for builders, carried rice for grain stores, and made tea leaves in tea houses... For a small woman, these tasks are all very hard. My mother was shorter than me, and before she got married, she was originally a bridesmaid, doing hard work everywhere for the sake of her family's livelihood, and it was difficult to do this without strong perseverance.

My mother is warm and helpful, which is known to many people in Jingning County, and whenever my mother is mentioned, the villagers always praise it. I remember that when I was a child, my family was in difficulty, and three generations of the family lived only on their father's salary of tens of yuan, and they often did not have enough to eat three meals. Due to the shortage of rice in my family, mainly based on dried sweet potatoes, I was always very eager for a bowl of white rice when I was young. At that time, the nearby countryside was often visited by the shes (pronounced shē) people, and as long as they had not yet eaten, the mother would make the only white rice in the family into a meal to entertain the guests.

Mother's good popularity is notorious. She always thinks what others think. I remember that after the founding of New China, my mother became a female cadre and often helped to mediate neighborhood disputes. Mother is very enthusiastic about this, who has a conflict in the family or has something to ask her, as long as she can do it, there is always a response. For this reason, my mother traveled all day, sometimes not even able to cook food, and was complained about by us several times. But my mother still enjoyed it.

After the establishment of the people's commune, my mother once handed out food stamps and forgot to keep an account, and found that 200 kilograms of food stamps did not match the number. My father was anxious about this, and we were worried about my mother. At that time, the number of food stamps each person was rationed, and if these food stamps were not found, the mother could be suspected of committing a crime. Our whole family traveled around, looking for fellow food stamps to explain the situation and check them one by one. As the saying goes, "good people don't suffer losses", and after finally checking, there were even two extra pounds of food stamps. Seeing this result, the father was happy and called out to his mother that he would really be a man. At that time, I am still deeply moved by that scene.

My mother also gave me all her love. In order for me to go to high school, my mother often worked from day to night, desperately trying to save me enough for a semester of living expenses - 50 yuan. At that time, she knitted sweaters for people, only a small honorarium, and even so, she never cared, often weaving all night. At that time, there were no electric lights at home, and she was reluctant to use the lamp oil at home, and only used a wick to weave in the "black light blind fire". For this reason, her fingers were often broken by sweater needles, and she did not shout a word of bitterness and tiredness.

Whenever I think about all this, it is difficult to calm down my heart for a long time. My mother's lifelong spirit of doing good deeds, doing good deeds, and being enthusiastic about helping others profoundly affected me. When I took the college entrance examination that year, the title of the essay was "My Mother". Today, although my mother has left me, she will always live in my heart and is a model for me as a person. I will always remember my dear mother. (Serial(6))

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