Text/Liu Yutao
Since I was a child, my mother has known that I like to eat cabbage dumplings, as well as buns stuffed with cabbage, kidney beans, garlic and so on. Since getting married and settling down, every Sunday when I came home, my mother always made a bun and put it in the refrigerator, and when I came back to take it home, my mother had unspeakable happiness in her heart, thinking that her son had eaten my bun again.
Every time I brought back the bun from home, there was always the smell of a mother. As my mother grew older, I told my mother many times that I didn't need to wrap the bun, but my mother said, "As long as I can move for a day, you will go home and get the bun I packed, I am older, maybe the taste of the bun is not as good as before, you take the bun home to eat, I am very happy." In this way, my mother persisted until the age of 90 three years before I left me, and under my repeated persuasion, my mother no longer wrapped buns for me. Later, whenever I came home on Sunday, my mother always apologetically said to me, "Your mother is old, and she can't wrap the bun for you to go home and get it, and I always feel empty and mixed in my heart, and I can't tell what it tastes like." "At this point, the mother has wrapped a bun complex with different fillings for her son for 23 years, how can the son reciprocate?
My mother's concern for me made my son very uncomfortable, enjoying the taste of my mother at the same time, but also making my mother tired for a lifetime. Before my mother died, she held my hand and did not want to let go, and kept saying, "Don't worry about me, when I am gone, you will come home and no one will cook for you." "Great love is silent, and my mother's worries make me cry, which will make me entangled and unable to let go." This is the mother's most affectionate expression, and it is also the mother's helplessness before parting. Because the mother did not want to bear too much burden, let alone drag our children, so she did not lose her dignity, the only regret is to worry about me, with a peaceful and open-minded heart, noble and selfless, interpreting the last journey of her own life. She has transcended the worldly state and kindness of ordinary people.
Every time, I looked at my mother's portrait from my mobile phone, as if my mother was right next to me, and I was kind, asking for a cold greeting, and Nagging endlessly. The sound of "light" kept ringing around me... I miss you in my heart and I cry. Thinking of you in the night, whispering. Scene by scene, unforgettable. Great love, Matilda. I want to go back to the past, back to that year, back to that day, back to you, on my knees, and talk endlessly.
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