Mother's Anniversary Festival
Original Author: Pei Yue
Today
I came to the cemetery very early,
Not a large area,
I cleaned it carefully.
Lay out the offerings,
In the smoke,
Walked into memories.
Listen to the mother,
I was born at the age of 32,
You just raised your eyebrows.
I used to have three sisters above me.
People without sons are very contemptuous of you.
Since then, the mother has straightened her waist,
Led me into the wind and rain.
Wherever I fall to the ground,
My mother always encouraged me to get up,
Whenever I fight with children,
You always have a word,
"A slap doesn't make a sound",
Do not ask whose fault is whose reason,
It's all about letting me lose.
In difficult times you take me enough leaves to dig wild vegetables,
But the "delicious" ones are given to younger siblings,
Because they want to grow bodies .
I was never suspected of losing good food at home.
"Good clothes" to give to the sister,
Because she has to go to work to earn money to support her family.
So I'm not hungry,
The New Year's Festival "divides" my delicious food and then "re-distributes" it to my sister and brother.
I'm not lazy,
Carrying water and firewood, pushing and grinding, pushing and milling without hesitation.
I don't care if the clothes fit or not,
My sister can't wear clothes to make up for me,
It doesn't matter if their pants are dripping from the right opening.
I love to learn,
Read books as soon as you have kung fu,
At this time, the mother is most satisfied.
I was admitted to The First District Secondary School with the first place score.
It is a five-year study system for junior high school and high school.
Mother is proud of me,
She was in the 'ladies' pile listening to them praise their sons for their greatness!
But
Behind the mother's "pride" is five years of late bedtime and early rise,
When the chicken crows, the mother is already spreading pancakes and is tired and can't straighten her waist!
Watching me carry pancakes to school,
The mother rubbed her waist and eyes while feeling sad that I was going to walk 60 miles!
The mother held on to the door frame and watched me go farther and farther,
But your eyes are full of hope,
As if hoping to have a closer and closer distance to you.
I'm a soldier,
The mother did not have such noble words,
There is only one purpose,
''At least I can eat and wear warmth,
I can't keep my wings on my son,
Let him go and beat himself up!
There are troops pulling training through the village,
The mother ran to the team to identify one by one,
The chief saluted his mother,
Lie and say you must let me come home to see you.
Chinese New Year's Eve late-night "resignation" dumplings,
The mother filled the first bowl,
Put chopsticks next to the bowl,
Say that I have loved to eat this since I was a child,
Choking and watching the dumplings burst into tears.
Other people's parents went to the army to visit their children,
The mother said,
What to see?
Eat without worry, wear without worry,
Let him be in the army well!
Who eats who wears who listens to whom!
I became an official.
The mother was not so happy.
A thousand commandments,
"If it's not yours, it's not yours!"
……
My heart churned,
A pang of bitterness and a pang of sorrow.
Tears ran down his cheeks into his mouth,
Chewing salty eyes blurred,
I couldn't help but shake my shoulders and sob.
Mother,
You're gone,
Do you know that your child is suddenly old?
How depressed have I been this year?
They all advised me, "You have done your best filial piety,
The old man lived 101. ”
It is said that the death of the mother is "happy and mourning",
It should be "mourning without hurting",
But who knows,
Every time in a year passing by the mother's bed,
I still have to sit there,
Talk to your mother in a trance?
In the middle of the night I suddenly got up,
Go to the mother's bed to see if the quilt is tightly covered?
Habitually chop up cooked meat,
Afraid that the mother can't chew and swallow?
The mother is gone,
My heart is like a knife cutting miserable relatives?
When my mother left, I was like the sky collapsed,
Like a "masterless ghost" with nothing to rely on?
I became a child without a wife!
The legs are numb on their knees,
Unable to stand.
My grandson helped me to stand up slowly.
Gently sprinkle the filled wine in front of the incense burner,
Then burn the three pillars of incense.
Rub your eyes and look at the names of your parents on the tombstone,
Tears again,
Sigh I'm outside the grave,
You're in the tomb!
Step by step and turn back,
Parting
Parting......
(On the tenth day of the tenth month of the tenth lunar month, the first anniversary of the death of the mother, in the cemetery)
Editor: Yan Jingping
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