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Heart Rain - Qingming Remembrance
Spring is made of rain, especially Qingming.
Time back to a spring morning more than twenty years ago, the sky was thick with clouds, thunder rumbled, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down, and before long, ponds, small rivers, streams, village ditches, everywhere was full of water. My mother was making breakfast in the kitchen, and the pot was stir-frying: "Little child, you hurry to drain the water in the vegetable field, open the gap, otherwise it will flood our vegetable seedlings", "Oh" I put down the pen in my hand, picked up the hoe from the corner of the wall, put on rain boots, took an umbrella, and walked in the direction of the vegetable field. The vegetable field was not a vegetable field before, but a two- or three-point rice field, because the terrain is higher, the pumping fee is expensive, the mother feels that it is a little uneconomical, so she simply changed the rice field to grow vegetables, peanuts, and cotton. The vegetable patch is two or three hundred meters away from my house.
When I approached the vegetable patch, the ditch was full of water, and it was almost flooded with vegetable seedlings, and only the sporadic blue-green vegetable seedlings were exposed to the water, like pieces of falling leaves, swaying in the water. "Where does this come from?" I asked myself doubtfully. I hurried to check the gap on the west side of the vegetable patch, which had been washed away by the water and had been opened by a small opening. I immediately waved my hoe and dug the gap wide and deep, only to see the rushing water pouring into the pond below. After I dug the gap, I turned around to inspect the ditch again, only to see that there was a torrent on the east side of the vegetable field rushing straight into the ditch, which had already washed away the vegetable furrow, and the soil was washed away a lot, and looking up, it turned out that a rice field adjacent to the east side of the vegetable field was also releasing water. I stepped forward and consulted with the owner of the rice paddy field to change the water release gap into a few small water release gaps, so that the water flow was not so fast and did not wash away my family's vegetable field. Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened my mouth, he was furious and came over to me unreasonably and shouted:
"Is it important for you to eat at home, or is it important for me to eat?"
"I'm not going to let you put water, I just want you to put it in a few small gaps," I responded.
"I just want to put it like this, do you still care how I put water?" Who do you think you are. My field is high, your ground is low, don't the water go low, but also put it high? Thanks to the fact that you are still a reader, you have read into the stove and read "a mouthful of heresy and perverse reasoning, like a vicious jackal."
My anger also rubbed up: "Why are you so unreasonable?" After saying that, he took the hoe and wanted to dig a few small gaps in his field road.
"You dare, you dig it up and try!" He yelled at me loudly.
During the quarrel, the mother just came to the middle, immediately stopped between the two, and said angrily: "You move my son to try, move him, I will not finish with you, you are a big old man, bullying a reading boy, what is the skill?" Although the mother is weak, the mother is strong. Mother is like a big tree, shielding it from the storm in front of her, without fear. Because in front of him is a strong man who has no knowledge and is unreasonable.
"Can't you justifiably talk to me?"the mother continued.
He saw that his mother was angry, and he couldn't say anything about his mother, and the arrogant face eased a lot, "Well, you are reasonable" after saying that, he slipped away.
Later, his mother took up a hoe and dug a few more small gaps in his field road, and after putting them almost there, she used the turf again to help him straighten out. On the way home, my mother asked the ins and outs of the matter: "He is afraid that you will mess up his fields, and he is a bully in the village who is afraid of hard guys."
"He did things with your father when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, maybe your father sometimes disciplined him a little heavier, he has always remembered the hate, in fact, your father is also to motivate him" Mother said as she walked, "Some people just don't know what to do, and they will take revenge."
"If I don't arrive in time, he will really hit you, where can you beat him?" You have to remember that good men don't eat immediate losses, understand? "The child, the mother continued to nag. I nodded.
After breakfast, I picked up my school bag and went to school.
This is my mother gave me a lesson that combines reality and books, and it is also a small thing that I will never forget, and it is also a small thing that my mother loves and cares for me, and my mother's love and care for small things makes me grow up safely.
I am deeply grateful to my mother, who, when I was bullied, would desperately rush forward to protect me, face the most dangerous to myself, and leave the safest for me.
After the death of my mother, whenever I am clear, I often think of my mother, and the tears will not stop flowing.
The sun is shining and the rain has become a river.
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