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Village Chronicle: That year, his younger brother, who suffered from leukemia, died in his mother's arms

author:The land of the fool

Text: Leisurely Warm Sun 2

Pictured: Vulgar photography

Speaking of my mother, I think no amount of wonderful words are enough to express my admiration for my mother and my love for her.

48 years ago today, my mother brought me into this world with her own life. Since then, because of the birth of my new life, I have enriched the connotation of my mother's life, and also because of the birth of my new life, I have expanded the extension of my mother.

Village Chronicle: That year, his younger brother, who suffered from leukemia, died in his mother's arms

Listening to my mother, I was frail and sickly when I was young. She often carried me to the hospital, and I was under the impression that her back was my warmest cradle as a child. And I only smiled freely in my mother's care, pity and love, but I never seriously looked at my mother.

Today, at the moment when I was about to step into the doorblock of almost 50 years old, I found that my once shrewd and capable mother, who had been eroded by the years, had two sideburns that had been eroded by the years, and her face was full of ravines and ravines, and she was faltering. My white-haired mother-in-law, you know what? Seeing your old appearance, at this moment, my daughter is in tears.

In the difficult days, my mother created a lot of happiness for me and my brother with her diligent hands. When I was a child, my father worked in the city and came home only once a week, while my mother planted and brought her children at home.

Cold and summer, the field is always the mother's busy figure; the four seasons change, the stove to create her how much ingenuity, such as the bean oil lamp, the mother endured the day's fatigue and night loneliness, but also for us to sew new and repair the old.

At that time, although the mother's life was hard, it was happy and hopeful. When I was in high school, a disaster struck my house, when my brother, who had always been lively and lovely, was diagnosed with leukemia.

Due to such changes in the family, the small family that was originally slightly solid has gradually fallen apart.

Since then, the young and beautiful mother has suddenly aged a lot. Dad and his brother traveled to the major hospitals in the provincial city to see a doctor. The mother alone planted a lot of land in the village, feeding the pigs, feeding the sheep, feeding the chickens.

Village Chronicle: That year, his younger brother, who suffered from leukemia, died in his mother's arms

At that time, it was very difficult to draw water in the village, and in the middle of the night, the thin mother would go to the spring alone to wait for the water, and wait until it was almost dawn to fill a load of water. It was dawn when she picked it up, and she couldn't take care of her food and went down to the ground.

After a year, the mother saved money and gave all the family income to her brother to see a doctor, but this was far from enough for the high medical expenses.

The younger brother's hospitalization required a lot of money, and at that time, most of the families in the countryside could not make ends meet the financial income, and their lives were difficult, and the relatives and friends in the countryside were not very rich, but despite this, the villagers still extended a helping hand one by one. This gave my mother great comfort.

I remember once, my father sent a telegram saying that my brother was in urgent need of money for chemotherapy, which was sad for my mother, because all my relatives and friends had borrowed it.

Suddenly, my mother remembered that a family in the village had just sold pigs, so my mother went to ask for someone's family. Fortunately, people's hearts changed hearts, and the man immediately lent money to his mother.

When my brother was sick, my mother was either borrowing money or on her way to borrowing money.

Although the parents spent a lot of money, they did not save their brother's life. Finally, the younger brother quietly left in the arms of his mother and mother. That day, I found my mother, who had always been stubborn, and her eyes were sluggish.

At that time, although I was in high school, I didn't know anything. Only now can I understand how sad and desperate it is to leave a child in the arms of a mother!

In that Spring Festival of that year, my mother shed sad tears and recalled the bits and pieces of my brother's life, the New Year was a happy and beautiful moment, but my family was immersed in a sad atmosphere, at that time, I knew how important the integrity of the family was.

Village Chronicle: That year, his younger brother, who suffered from leukemia, died in his mother's arms

After the Spring Festival, my father went to work in the unit, my mother packed up her mood and started again, but she became less reticent, she was alone with huge pressure in life, her strong life, for our family to support a piece of heaven, for my life to set up a benchmark, so that we do not lose ourselves in this impetuous society, will not be depressed in the predicament.

It wasn't until I joined the workforce that the burden on my family slowly eased.

In life, my mother is always lenient with others, and she gets along with the villagers in a particularly harmonious way, and her neighbors need help, and she is always on call.

Mother's character is very good, she never manipulates right and wrong, most of the time is silently bowing her head to work. Every time I go back to my hometown and meet people from the village, they still chant in front of me about my mother's goodness...

Later, I was admitted to college and left my hometown, after years of hard work, the economic situation gradually improved, my mother finally relieved, she is no longer busy for my life. Later, I bought a house in the city and asked her to move in, but she refused.

In the first few years of my work, after receiving a salary every month, I gave my money to my mother, who was always reluctant to spend a penny. After I got married, she stopped asking for my salary. I gave her pocket money on time, she always kept it, and when I bought the house, she had nothing left and gave it all to me.

Mother always thinks of her deceased brother, and she sometimes sighs and says, "If only your brother were alive, you wouldn't fuck so much on us!" ”

Today, when I look back on all this with tears in my eyes, I know why my mother's life is so generous to people and does not ask for anything in return. I thank my mother, who not only gave me life, but also made me understand the meaning of life.

Village Chronicle: That year, his younger brother, who suffered from leukemia, died in his mother's arms

On this Chinese New Year's Festival, I wish my mother to let go of her previous pains in the days to come and spend her old age happily!

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