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The Source of Love
Wen | Ding Limei
I went back to my hometown. Mom said that the new rice grown at home was delicious. Mom said that the greens grown at home were delicious. Mom is ready for me.
I went home and saw my mom standing in the doorway waiting for us, with a bag standing next to her heels. Mom said that one bag was new rice and one bag was greens.
Mom smiled and watched with grateful eyes as we carried the new rice and vegetables to the car. Mom's expression at that moment, in addition to "gratitude", I really can't find any other word to describe it. Mom can't read, Mom hasn't made a few trips, Mom can't understand Mandarin, Mom has been humble for a lifetime. Even in front of her children, she is still humble. In her mother's heart, she thought that the children were still willing to eat the grains and vegetables she grew, and did not abandon her for being too old to be useful, which was the greatest grace for her.
Mom must have thought so.
Mom said, obediently, if you eat it, you will go home and get it, there are more at home. Mom's back was hunched over, and she looked so thin, so thin that I could gently pick her up.
I promised, oh yes, we'll come back and get it when we eat it. I don't trust the market to sell, which mother's seed is both safe and delicious.
Mom smiled happily.
I looked down, didn't look at my mother, and deliberately said, Mom, you still need to grow more onions, grow more garlic, plant some cabbage, and grow some turnips, so that I don't have to buy them.
Mom busily promised, okay, okay, as long as you like to eat, there are places in the house, I have more.
Of course I like to eat, I said. Turning my back, I wiped away the tears that were about to overflow my eyes. Somehow, as I get older, the more I love to cry, and my nose is sore at every turn. How many times can I ask for this "granary"? Can't think, as soon as you think about it, your heart tightens, and you panic. I can only run to my hometown a few times, in the name of "asking". I know that my mother likes us like this, and that is the greatest value and meaning of her remaining life.
I think of my colleague Piano. Her mother had just disappeared. She and her mother originally lived in the east of the city and one lived in the west of the city. When she got late from work, she went to her mother's house to rub rice. Sometimes, when it's not too late to leave work, she will also run to rub rice. For her sake, her mother had to cook seriously every day, and she also hollowed out her mind to change the pattern of dishes. She ate happily every time, she said, to deceive my old mother and make her happy.
Her mother still grows leeks and onions in a pot. One day, she came to work in the morning, and Xi Zizi came with a bag of tender leeks, and the leeks were still condensed with crystal dew. She said, my old mother just cut it, very tender, do you want to divide it?
I just came from my old mother, and she made me leek stall cakes to eat, and it was very delicious.
My old mother was idle and grew a lot of leeks. Needless to say, those leeks are fattening. She also grew a few eggplants in some pots, and all the eggplants bloomed.
The piano gushed endlessly, and the eyebrows danced.
But her old mother suddenly left. I met her halfway through, and she hugged me and cried bitterly, saying, I don't have any more mom to call.
The source of her love, and just like that, broke.
I don't know when the source of my love will be broken. What I want to do is to eat more of my mother's new rice, eat more of my mother's vegetables, and find more opportunities to go home.
About the Author:
Ding Limei: Writer, from Dongtai, Jiangsu Province. Member of the expert group of the Jiangsu Provincial Extracurricular Reading Steering Committee. Likes to cook text with music. Representative works "The wind will remember the fragrance of a flower", "There is a beautiful flower, to the late incense", "Ding Limei's writing class", "Meet", "Warm love". His work "Hyacinth in a FlowerPot" was selected as a Chinese textbook for Singapore Secondary Schools. The work "There is a kind of love called dependence on each other for life" was selected as the textbook of "Language" in secondary colleges and universities across the country. The traditional version of the collection "You Are In, the World is In" was released in Taiwan and Hong Kong. He was praised by readers as "the warmest writer".
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Pang Weiwei, Yucheng Rong Media Anchor.