My mother my mother /Shandong Liu Yong

My mother my mother

Shandong Liu Yong/Wen

My mother, Yan Tinglan, is 86 years old and has a strong body, and still lives alone in my hometown of Linyi Taojiazhuang Village. Usually, raise flowers and grass, and uncover fishing nets.

On the occasion of the Spring Festival, I would like to write an article dedicated to my mother, wishing the old woman good health and happiness in her old age. At the same time, I wish the mothers of the world good health, happiness and happiness.

The older I get, the more I want my mother, I think of my hometown when I work outside, my hometown is high and the water is long, standing in Weihai looking at my father, my mother and my mother, my mother, all my life is gentle and kind.

The mother has now become an old man, with a somewhat awkward waist, sometimes on crutches when going out, and walking slowly. Last year, I bought my mother a new medical four-legged crutch, and my mother was very happy and I was very happy.

The little crutch has four legs, the old woman is not guilty, sent her home last year, not afraid of wolves and dogs, not afraid of ghosts.

Taste of hometown

Winter into the forty-nine

Ride a motorcycle to freeze hands

Along the way, the dead trees swayed in the cold wind

Pedestrians and vehicles on the road

Each has its own busyness

The biggest fear of the new crown virus

Can I go home safely at the end of the year

Eat a meal of millet porridge boiled by the mother

There are my favorite pot cakes on the Linyi Market

Donkey hoof roast cake Yimeng pancake

I'm not afraid of teeth

As long as it is the taste of hometown

I like it all

The colder the weather

The sooner spring comes

Looking forward to spring blossoming

2022.1.17

My mother has never scolded our brothers and sisters in her life, my mother does not know a word, there is only one belief in her heart, we must let the children read and learn, the brothers and sisters all go to school to read, even if the mother clenches her teeth, no matter how difficult it is, she will let the children go to school and have culture.

How many times have I picked up a pen and wanted to write an essay praising my mother, my dear old lady. Now a person living in a two-story building is indeed spacious and bright... There is a market in front of the door, but it is the market on the first six days.

Usually, it is not busy. My brothers and sisters often go home to visit, I work in the field, the number of times I go home is small, the old woman understands very well, I feel some guilt in my heart.

I am a filial son

mother

I've been in bed for a few days too

Pain in the lower back

Lately, I have occasionally gotten out of bed and taken two steps

One person must be accompanied every day

Big brother, third brother, little sister

One person a day

Accompany the mother to eat and live

Most of the mothers are lying flat

Lying in peace

I work in the field

Helpless

2022.1.19

Time flies so fast that I am fifty-six years old and wrote a poem "Oh, Mommy" a few years ago. I miss the Liuqing River in my hometown, and the lovers of pole fishing by the river, oh, Mom, if you hear someone knocking on the door and shouting at you, it is me.

I miss the cooking smoke of my hometown, the firewood you cook on the fire, and the tricycle that rushes to sell vegetables on the side road, and if you hear three phone rings, that's the phone I want you to hang up.

I miss the wheat waves of my hometown and the sweet potatoes growing in the black soil, oh, Mom, that's the crop you planted. If you miss your son in Weihai, I'll give you a call.

I miss the bright moon in my hometown, and the second brother in the village who helped me pay my tuition, oh, Mom, if you hear poetry recited from afar. That's me, that's me as a poetry-loving reciter.

Every time I read this poem, there are tears in my eyes, my mother and my growth are the result of your continuous education, you make me strong, you inspire me to work hard, you make me honest, and you make me simple and kind.

It's this bowl of porridge

I think of a cheerful childhood

I remembered my mother carrying a basket to the vegetable garden

When I was a child, I fell asleep mowing grass in a ditch weir

The family is worried about looking everywhere

I remembered my mother shouting in front of the gate

Let me go home and eat quickly

I remembered the Liuqing River in my hometown

The river is clear and the fish swim happily

The haystacks on the wheat field are stacked one after another

The cattle mooed their cries

I led my father the ox to the plough in the field

In the summer, the sound of cicadas resounds through the clouds

Wheat grains soaked before going to bed last night

Wheat grown by parents themselves

Freshly ground porridge in the morning

The taste is delicious

It is not as good as mom's millet porridge

I got it

Homesickness after working outside for more than thirty years

The night is a constant thought

The older you get, the more homesick you become

Remembering the old days

The family is at the dinner table

Porridge one bowl per person

Happiness knows no bounds

Drink this bowl of porridge

I remembered the stone grinding table of the old courtyard of my hometown

I remembered my mother's boiled small rice

The taste is sweeter

Made me really understand

"At noon on hoe day

Sweat drops under the soil

Who knows the plate of Chinese food

The grains are hard."

I remembered my mother's sweaty smile

Tough years

Remembering a lot...

My mother had an older brother, two older sisters and a younger brother, and five brothers and sisters like me. Time traveled back to 1956, and my mother and my father got married. In 1957, the second year of our marriage, my mother was only twenty-two years old.

How many people can not forget the unforgettable summer, Linyi after the founding of the people's republic of China the biggest flood. The waist-deep water in my yard, the stone mills have caused the water to flood, the pot house has collapsed, the water in the hall house is deep to the knees, the furniture is soaked and deformed, and the house is leaking.

The tornado kept blowing, the thick tree at the mouth of the bowl broke at the waist, and the strong mother did not shed tears. Borrowing my third grandmother's house, my mother is vividly remembered, and it appears in front of her eyes like a movie.

Torrential rains continued to accumulate water, the crops were washed away, the grains were not harvested, the original hunger and poverty were worse, and there was nothing to eat. Nine out of ten families in the village went to ask for food. My mother used to say that any leaf is delicious, that is, the leaves of the tsubaki tree need to be soaked in water many times to swallow.

There is a small river in my hometown

There is a small river in my hometown

It marks the years of my father's and mother's life

There is sorrow and joy and joy

The waves of the river catch the pulse of the wanderer's homecoming

In childhood, there were many baths, playing and touching fish

Help my mother wash the leaves by the river

Father casts a net here with me

In March, the willow shore is windy and the moon is broken

My father and mother went to the fields to do farm work

The years of life have been lived like this for generations

The name is Liu Qinghe

Every time I came home, I stood on the bridge

Quietly observe the sorrows of life'

Flow with the river

Strong mother, is by my grandmother my uncle and my aunt, relief to survive, my mother is walking along the Weir of the Liuqing River step by step to the uncle's house, back and forth thirty-six miles, my second uncle is very good to my mother, come back to bring some sweet potato dried seeds, bean noodles, pancakes home to fill the hunger.

The sweetest rice is the bean noodle stew with elm leaves, and my mother often recalls that this kind of noodle juice rice is the best. This morning I called my mother, and the mother said on the other end of the phone that the bean noodles boiled elm money and elm leaves are the sweetest, which is the taste of relatives fragrant.........

nostalgia

Nostalgia is a mother's crutch

Sweet potatoes in the field

The red date tree in the old house

Coarse grains become fine grains

The hammer in my father's hand

All the tools of the carpenter

Father's dry cigarette bag

Mother's sewing box

The spinning wheel was made by my father himself

Father bought one for 60 yuan

Vintage used bikes

Childhood memories

Memories of childhood

Mother's wrinkles

Calluses on father's hands

The five of us brothers and sisters were dressed in a spinning wheel made by my mother with my father, spinning in a circle of creaks and buzzes. The spinning balls of thread were sent to be woven into white cloth and then dyed with color prints, and the mother sewed out stitches one by one under the dim kerosene lamp to make clothes.

Mother often warns us to be as clean and white as this cotton. Be innocent and do things cleanly. Cold winter moon, cold weather, the mother always spinning very late, the whole family dressed by the mother's rough hands, this spinning wheel for many years.

In my memory, my mother rarely slept a day, and sometimes the chickens crowed when it was just dark, and my mother got up again to push and grind pancakes and burn the whole family's food for the day. At breakfast, my mother hurried to work in the field, and at that time the production team distributed more than two acres of cotton to my mother to beat cotton forks.

Fun facts about my childhood

My childhood life was spent in my hometown of Linyi, and my childhood was very happy and carefree. You may not think of my childhood experiences.

Childhood lice are particularly numerous. I didn't wear socks in elementary school, and I went to school barefoot on rainy days. At that time, I was very happy and studied in the top few. In winter, there are many lice in the torn cotton pants, the skin of the bite is itchy, sometimes the hand reaches into the cotton pants to feel out and bites, sometimes run to the toilet or no one's room, withdraw the cotton pants, bite the white muscles inside the slit of the pants, a string of white muscles, exposing the buttocks, at that time almost did not wear the shorts. It was a fragment of my childhood.

Cut cattle grass for the production team after school. Carry the basket head and take the scythe, and go to the edge of the endless wilderness ditch. Most of them were with their friends, Liu Meizhou and Zhu Ziluo, and they cut a large basket of grass in one place, and I always picked up the best and thickest hairy ear knife grass. I always don't cut much, because I can't calm down and can't stabilize the nest.

I cut the least at a time. Once on a Saturday I didn't cut much grass and fell asleep in the woods of the Willow River embankment. Waking up with the moon high in the air, I hurried home, broke my mother, and the family looked around.

Pig manure was poured into the production team on Sunday. In the 1970s, in the countryside of Linyi, there was a pig pen in the family, and the production team had two special people to the pigsty to get the pig manure out. Piles of piles are placed outside the pigsty. Our students were in a gang of two people after school, one with a latte shoveled out, one with a small pout to shovel, this is to pour pig dung. Then someone pushed it into the field with a trolley. Dear friend, have you ever done this farm work?

There are many fragments of childhood learning life. I have done all the farming work of picking cotton, picking sweet potatoes, pulling carts, planting seedlings, cutting wheat, cutting rice, planting beans, and so on. Although the supplies were poor, I was very happy. There is a father and mother who love me, who love my brother, who care about my little sister.

I've also caught sparrows in the yard. With a half-meter-long wooden stick and a rope of about twenty meters or so tied in the middle, find a bamboo sieve, the stick supports the sieve, and sprinkle a handful of rice in it. One end of the rope pulls the hall house, closes the door and leaves only a door slit, crawls in the house, waiting for the flock of sparrows to fly over and eat rice, then do not move, quickly pull the rope sparrow under the sieve.

Pluck the sparrow feathers and fry them in oil.

Childhood is fun and unforgettable. Was your childhood happy? What interesting things have you done?

My mother is the best at beating cotton forks, and every year in the few plots of land managed by my mother, the cotton grows the best and produces the highest cotton. First of all, learn to identify nutritious branches, the mother said that it is commonly known as the green strips of fruitless branches, you must fight diligently, it is best to look at the sky.

It is also necessary to fight early or to pinch out, and to pick up the main seedlings that are long and long late is easy to hurt. The long shoots on the main trunk are plucked out together. Whether it is windy or rainy, or hot weather, mother never stops, every day must go to the ground, bend over with her stomach, and remove the nutritious branches from top to bottom, from left to right.

My mother never cried bitterly and tired, sometimes rain sweat flowed from her face to her neck, I have seen my mother feel sad many times, and sometimes help my mother beat a cotton fork after school. Thinking about it now is like the emergence of yesterday's scene, which makes me cry with heartache.

This is my mother, who was gentle and kind all her life, simple and honest, and raised five of us brothers and sisters to start a family with a pair of rough and industrious hands. Now that it is the annual Mother's Day, the more the wanderer thinks about the mother, thinks about the hard days of the mother, and thinks about the white hair of the mother now.

The lonely elderly man, living in a small two-story building, looking at the traffic outside the door to catch the sound of the tricycle selling vegetables, waiting for his children to come home and visit, this is my mother my dear old wife. Your son Liu Yong was in Weihai on January 20, 2022.

(Author Liu Yong and mother Yan Tinglan )

The author is Liu Yong, a member of the Communist Party of China and a poet. Ten years of military service. He has published works in many publications such as Haijun Bao, Weihai Evening News, Selected Contemporary Chinese Literary Works, Writers World, Jiaodong Literature and Art, phoenix news and so on.