Luminous cup misses mother

　It's been 19 years since my mother left me, and whenever Teacher's Day, Mother's Day, and Qingming Festival come, I think of my mother, but I'm ashamed that I've never written an article to commemorate her.

　　I have written many articles in honor of my father Yang Keyang, perhaps because the light of my father covered up my mother. People say that behind a successful man is often a woman who supports him, and my mother is such a woman who silently pays and achieves my father's life's work. She is an ordinary Chinese teacher, who has nurtured countless students throughout her life and has also nurtured our children with her own example.

　　When I was a child, the scene of my mother grading students' essays late at night has always remained in my memory. Sometimes I woke up and she was still busy under the lamp. At that time, I still had this idea, when I grow up, I should not be a teacher, it is too hard. But fate was so unpredictable, and when I became a teacher many years later, I understood my mother's sense of responsibility.

　　In 1962, I was admitted to a key middle school, but I did not expect that the teacher who taught me Chinese was actually my mother's early students. But this guan teacher was very strict with me, in her hands, my composition basically did not score 5 points (at that time, I was still learning the Soviet Union's 5-point system), the best was only 4+, and even often 3 points, that is, passing, I felt that I was very faceless, and I inevitably felt resentment in my heart. Later, Teacher Guan and several students that my mother had taught in the past came to visit my mother at my home, and when I talked about it, I understood my mother's good intentions.

　　In the 1960s and 1970s, the factory where the technical school she taught moved to the "small third line" in the mountainous area of Anhui, and for a long time, she lived with the workers and masters of the machine tool factory, and she was also sincere in wanting to mingle with the grass-roots workers, so in her body, there was both the elegance and intellectuality of the intellectuals, and the frankness and arrogance of the working class. Not only did the students like her, but the workers also respected her. At that time, the income of the master worker was very low, and my mother often helped people in need financially, but she herself was saved and saved. She rarely bought clothes for herself, most of her clothes were made by herself, in fact, her mother was not good at needlework, but in order to save money, she learned to step on the sewing machine, bought a cutting paper sample, and drew gourd cuts, under her influence, I also learned to make clothes.

　　She also treated my relatives in the poor mountainous areas of my father's hometown, and successively sponsored several young people who loved to learn to go out of the mountains to study, even if there were reasons for my father, it could not be done without the support of my mother, and she was willing to pay for others, which was my mother's consistent style.

　　I wrote my father's memoir "Crane Ming Jiugao" in a book once mentioned a past incident, my father for a long time with a small force to support a poor art historian who was poor because he did not implement the policy, until he implemented the policy to improve the conditions, this matter has not been known, at the memorial service after the death of the father, an aunt told this story, she said that the expert personally told her before her death, very few people know about this matter, but I think, the mother must know, Because my father never managed the finances, and my mother was in full control of the financial expenses, including sending money and goods to both sides of the family, my mother silently supported my father. The father can have today's achievements, and the mother is indispensable. Although her mother knew nothing about her father's work, she never distracted him from the chores at home.

　　My parents were also young and had their romantic youth. When I was a child, I knew that my father had a very close friend of the opposite sex, and during the fiery years of the War of Resistance Against Japan, they formed a deep friendship, but for various reasons, they finally failed to come together, and after they formed their own families, they still maintained an innocent friendship. The aunt's daughter, who later became a well-known writer in the country, described it in an article published in memory of my father: "My father was treated unfairly in 1952 for a historical error, and my mother was also transferred from Zhejiang Daily to become a teacher in middle school. It was in the midst of such hardship and embarrassment that Uncle Yang extended a helping hand to her. The only way he could help her was to ask her to adapt the script of some comic strips, and when the comic strips were published, her mother could earn a small amount of money to subsidize the family. At that time, my mother still belonged to the family of the 'historical counter-revolution', and Uncle Yang, as the leader of the Shanghai People's Fine Arts Publishing House, had a huge difference in social status. But instead of avoiding this politically 'problematic' old friend like some people, he is also privately trying to help her find a 'job' to support her family–in that harsh era, what kind of courage and strength was needed for such a 'humane' way of being a friend? What kind and benevolent heart is needed? Uncle Yang stretched out a selfless friendship to help, supported the stormy boat, helped us through the difficulties, our whole family is grateful to this day... "In fact, my mother is fully aware of the relationship between my father and the aunt, if this matter is left on the average person, it is inevitable that there will be a hint of jealousy, but they trust each other, and my mother supports everything my father does, how big a heart is needed!"

　　I write these words of remembrance of my mother, not because she is a celebrity or a person with special contributions, she is just an ordinary teacher, an ordinary mother, but it is worth remembering her forever, because she taught me thriftiness, generosity, kindness, dedication and responsibility. (Yang Yiping)