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◆ Han Wansheng
Every time I go home, what I feel most deeply is my mother's "endless love for her son". The mother's love for her son is reflected in bits and pieces.
Every Friday or holiday, my mother always called and said, "If you are busy, don't come back, your father and I are in good health." ”
I knew that my mother was saying the opposite, and she wanted me to return to Shenmu very much in her heart. Whenever I hear me say, busy, I can't come back, my mother doesn't put down the phone for half a day, and repeats a sentence, I and your father are fine, busy don't come back, work is tight.
As soon as she heard me say come back, my mother couldn't hide her excitement, and immediately said, drive slower on the road, and say, do you eat fishing rice or eat dumplings, or do you want to eat vegetable rice? My mother ordered my favorite meal in one breath and couldn't wait for me to answer.
According to the custom, before I drive to leave, I will always call my mother, whether to buy ten pounds of Yulin tofu, whether to buy twenty desert buns, my mother always said that I have everything at home, do not buy anything.
My mother pinched my time home accurately. As soon as my car arrived downstairs, my father waited for me at the door of the building on time, and my mother stood on the balcony for physical reasons and kept sweeping me.
As soon as I got out of the car, my father asked the first thing he said, is the car parked well? The reason why my father asked this question was that I once came home and just parked the car in front of the building, and I forgot to fill the gear into the P gear, and the person came down, and the result was that the car slipped and crashed into the wall on the right side of the building door, and the right front face of the car was broken. My father was standing by the door, and my mother could see clearly on the balcony, and I broke out in a cold sweat.
Every time I came home, my mother ran before and after picking it up, took tea and poured water, excited like a little girl, and asked gossip from time to time, which can be described as: "Meet pity and thinness, hu'er ask bitterness."
I love to eat the food my mother cooked. My mother knew that my taste was heavy, and the original rice was indeed heavy. Since I suffered from high blood pressure, the food my mother cooked for me has been light, salt, oil, MSG, and put a little lightly. The mother said that high blood pressure can not eat heavy taste.
Before going to bed the night before, my mother said that I would get you oil tea eggs and mooncakes the next morning, and I said yes.
Mother knew I loved to drink oil tea shabu eggs. Every morning, my mother made it at about 7 o'clock on time and scooped it into a bowl before calling me up.
Yesterday morning was no exception, my mother made egg oil tea before pushing open my door and saying, hurry up, you can eat.
In fact, I woke up early and was lazy in bed to look at my phone. I wiped my face and sat down at the table, where my mother had scooped up two large bowls of oil tea eggs.
My father took a bowl and I took a bowl. Mother prepared a plate of mooncakes again, one will point to let me eat this, saying that this is red date filling; one will point to let me eat that, saying that it is five rens; one will pick up a soil mooncake, saying that this is our own beating, the stuffing noodles are real goods, less sugar, delicious. It was as if I had never eaten mooncakes before.
I found that I had a lot of eggs in my oil tea, and I wondered if most of the eggs in the half-pot oil tea were scooped into my bowl.
I said Mom you also eat, where are your oil tea eggs? Mother said hurry up, eat quickly, mine is in the pot.
When I heard my mother say it, I didn't have any more doubts. After eating, I packed up some books. When I returned to the kitchen, I suddenly found that my mother's bowl was a thin oil tea soup, and I could hardly see the egg cubes, but some egg white silk floating around.
My eyes were hot and I said, "Mom, how did you scoop all the eggs for me and my dad?" The mother said, "I love to drink thin, sleep all night, and I am thirsty." ”
This is clearly a mother's excuse! My mother's health has not been good, and she should put nutrition up.
"The mother's thin chicks are getting fatter". Mother, your love is everywhere, all the time, no matter how old the son is, that is, fifty or sixty, in your eyes is just a chick.
About the Author
Han Wansheng: Male, born in 1968, pen name Mengyang. A native of Gaojiabao, Shenmu City, Shaanxi Province. He graduated from Shenmu Middle School in 1986 and the Department of Chinese of Yan'an University in 1990. In the second year of junior high school, he began to publish poems in newspapers and periodicals. So far, he has published more than 500 poems and essays (first) in "Middle School Student Literature", "Language Newspaper", "Contemporary Middle School Students", "Shuofang", "Feitian", "Yanhe", "Grassland", "Chinese Writers", "Poetry Journal", etc., and some poems have been selected into a variety of anthologies. He has published "New Poetry GuanZhi", "Song Years", "Distant Soul Drifting", "A Flower Sticks to Autumn", "Sunshine Is Fragrant". He is a member of the Shaanxi Writers Association. Yulin City has outstanding contribution experts. He has successively won the Ninth National Rural Grassroots Cadre Top Ten News Figures, the National 100 Outstanding Grassroots Leaders of the Socialist New Rural Construction, the First National Township Party Committee Secretary Love Three Rural Top Ten News Figures, the Shaanxi Provincial Outstanding Party Worker, and the 2019 Media China Annual Integration Innovation Figure. Now the media works.
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