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Text/Class 191 Li Huiyuan
Under the eaves, there will always be such a person - the mother. She is industrious and selfless. She is like a silkworm, working hard for this family all the time.
Her mother was a poor peasant who grew up poor. Suffered, suffered, suffered the cold of winter. There were 5 people in her mother's family, and she was the youngest. At that time, the morning was the busiest . Except for the 4 or 5 hours of sleep, they are busy. Before my mother finished elementary school, my grandmother died. Her mother was short, and the responsibility she carried was heavy, as if a jack-of-a-thousand-pound stone had been pressed on her shoulders, so that she could not stand up straight.
The winter wind whistled, but my mother insisted on completing the remaining farm work of the previous season. She once said to me kindly, "Silly child, I don't do what you eat?" What to take to feed you? How do you get to school? "I was at a loss for words about these issues, and I wanted to share them but couldn't. I know that she worked tirelessly in the first half of her life, and she worked hard to support this family. The mother is not in good health and cannot do heavy work, so the jack stone on the mother's shoulder is even heavier.
In the evening, watching her mother come home, she was very tired, but she still finished the family work alone. Although our family is poor, every Friday when my brother and I come home from school, my mother will take us to eat delicious food and buy us some meat. Usually, my mother's three meals a day at home are green vegetables, in order to save the money, let me and my brother eat well, and let us live a better life.
My mother was in her thirties, but she looked like she was fifty or sixty years old. There were many wrinkles on the face, the skin was not good, it hid dirt and dirt, it was as rough as the fence wall of a cottage woven with branches, and the hair was disheveled and lacked luster. Clothes, pants, shoes, bought the year before, still wearing the year after, I can't wear shoes she wears. The meals she cooked have always been the best I've ever had, before and ever after.
My mother's life's work: sweeping the floor, cooking, laundry, etc. These seemingly simple but not simple things, but the mother was happy to repeat them tirelessly. No matter how dirty my clothes are, she will help me wash them like new clothes. Once, when I saw my mother helping me, I said, "I can wash it myself, so you can rest!" But she said very stubbornly: "You wash so dirty, it is better for me to wash it for you." "I couldn't help her, so I had to leave." My mother's hands were red and swollen, and she used cold water, and I couldn't bear to look at it...
I thought: She has worked so long, and for the rest of her life I will raise her and let her enjoy the blessings. So, I keep reminding myself to work hard and be good.
"Silkworm to the end of the silk..." She paid, I don't know how to reciprocate, only "you grew up with me, I accompanied you to grow old!" "Although the winter is cold and merciless, but with her in my heart, I am incredibly warm... Under the eaves, a warm current gushed out in an instant, warming my heart socket.