mother
Wen | Wang Xinchang
It is no more than one meter and five meters tall, and weighs less than eighty pounds. An ordinary old rural mother. In my very small memory, my mother did not have any advantages. Even the meal was tasteless, dripping a few drops of soybean oil in the cauldron, rubbing a pot of shredded radish, cutting a few old cabbages to help grab a handful of salt and cook it in the pot. Even cabbage belly radish belly is cut. When it comes out of the pot, it looks like a delicious meal, but it is too bad to eat. The mother said that she loved to eat the taste of cabbage belly.
My mother gave birth to four of our brothers and sisters, and I was the second eldest. The old man in the neighborhood said that I had a ladder to step on and poke the sky down. My mother is particularly worried about me. Every time my mother sewed clothes for me, she gasped and said, "It's a pity that this child wears donkey skin." "The straw shoes that My father bought for me for fifty cents showed his heels within a few days. My mother found me a pair of old rubber soles and spent two cents to make up a pair of shoes for me. I lost one of these shoes after I didn't have a few days, and when I came home, my mother beat me, and I didn't feel the pain and my mother was so angry that she burst into tears.
Tricycles from the county that come to collect lace come to the town twice a month to collect it. I won't sleep this night. One winter night, when the sky was dark and the wind was howling, the mother couldn't stop going out to see the sky, muttering, "Some poor wind has blown the sky, and even the stars can't be seen." "The lady will send the finished lace to the purchase station."
The next day when we came back from school, my mother was lying on the kang with a fever. The mother said that there were no stars that night and could not find the time, and when she walked there, she alarmed the geese perched in the wheat field on the side of the road, and scared the soul away. When she arrived at the purchase station, she waited at the cold door for a long time before she saw a farmer who had risen up to steal grass.
In my eyes, the one-meter-eight father is so handsome, and the mother is so ugly. She didn't look good in her clothes either, and she didn't have a single piece of clothing that wasn't a patch. Dad didn't have a patched outfit. As soon as my father came back from out, my mother told my father to take off his clothes and wash them for him. Dad also said reluctantly: "Wear it without breaking it so that you can wash it up." "My mother often humiliates me. People's wives dress well in the crowd and even look better than their wives. I wondered how my father could find such a wife as my mother who always wore torn clothes. In the summer, the mother wears a vest with two scarves under the outer coat. My mother didn't even have a vest, and she couldn't lift my face and shame on me. Li Niang also loves stinky beauty, and often combs her hair repeatedly in the mirror. The only characteristic of standing in a group of wives is that her hair is always cleaner than others. Daddy is tall, handsome and well-informed, and can talk, and looks like a daddy. She wouldn't do anything in my eyes except sing the willow drama that made me hate.
I was five years old at the time, and I vaguely remember my mother lying on a door panel that had been plucked off, and my father crouching next to her. My mother groaned in pain, and my little sister was born. On the third day of my sister's birth, my father went to "Battle Mountain River". My mother wrapped her newborn sister in a bag, tied her brother to a window ledge, and took me and my brother to collect grass. The mother came back to cook for us, and the mother lay asleep on the kang, her face sallow, and a piece of sweet potato in her hand that had not been eaten.
Although the days are hard, I am carefree. Whenever a few of our brothers did something wrong, my father wanted to beat us, and my mother took care of us like an old hen protecting her chicks. One day at noon my classmates and I secretly went to the bay to take a bath, caught some toads and carried them back to the classroom with my torn clothes, and the toads crawled on the female classmates, screaming and crying and making the whole classroom explode. The headmaster poked my ear to find my father. Daddy's big hands hit me my spine and stomach. The lady knelt in front of her father with her arm around her and yelled at her like she was crazy, "You beat me to death!" You beat me to death too!" The voice was hoarse, and my father gave up. In junior high school, I secretly skipped school if I didn't do well in science. My mother locked me in the house and pumped my stomach with a locust strip. Draw a blood bar, smoke a question and ask, "Do you dare to skip school anymore?" It wasn't until I admitted my mistake and made up my mind that my mother squatted on the ground and cried. Hit the child's body, the pain in the mother's heart.
In the autumn of the eighteenth year, I was conscripted into the army as I wished. The lady happily wrapped her arms around her father,but her face was as if she had lost her soul.
Dad encouraged me and said, "If you can't break in, don't come back, even if you die outside, you can't come back."
The mother cried, and tears fell like rain. And repeatedly chanted: "Remember what your father said, when the soldiers want to go out, go out to fight for merit." ”
Fate did not give the ordinary me the opportunity to kill the enemy and make a meritorious contribution. Comrades with diplomas have successively entered the police academy, but because the diplomas are too low and there is no room for development, I have written letters to express my tiredness of the life of the troops. It was the autumn harvest lady who accompanied her father thousands of miles to the army. The mother's heavy heart and long words repeatedly instructed: "Be a good soldier, take the right road, and if you can't mention the cadres, you must also make a good son with a man's bones to the mother!" "My mother's earnest teachings always spur me to fight and struggle. I ranked in the top three in the provincial armed police business top competition, promoted the squad leader, made meritorious contributions, and joined the party. Returning to society with my initial dream of becoming a general, the government assigned me a formal job based on my meritorious performance in the army.
One day my father consulted me very sadly and said, "Your brother is getting married too." The new house you live in is poured out for your brother as a new house? ”
The mother said, "Man wants to be frustrated in the world, and the knife must be sharpened on the stone." Tears as he spoke. My mother ordered me a bag of flour and five pounds of soybean oil, and I took my wife, who was seven months pregnant, and my mother and I separated the family. Before leaving, I cried sadly like a puppy and a kitten in a separate nest, and my mother also cried. The mother pointed to the crows and finches on the old locust tree in the patio and said, "You see the crows and finches on the trees once a year, and when the little crows and finches are big, they will build their own nests and fly high." People are the same, the old man has not been out in front of his father's eyes for a lifetime. "My mother secretly stuffed me with a hundred yuan, and before she could finish speaking, she couldn't cry."
The difficult life tests our young couple who are just entering the society. We don't plan to live, and we can't avoid being noisy. Once my wife and I had a fight, and we got on our bikes and went back to our mother's house eighty miles away. My mother took my hand and asked me solemnly, and said repeatedly: "My daughter-in-law left her mother and came to our house to be a member of our family, how can you beat her?" Rejoice, help the sick, and accompany each other! In the play, what the White Lady said to Xu Xian was just as good as it was for us. This is called husband and wife, this is the wife and man. ”
Li Niang learned drama from the age of twelve, and she didn't know a single big word. However, she can memorize the lines of various characters in a number of famous Jimo Liu operas, and people respect her as "drama mother and son". What makes the mother particularly happy is that the "Little Sister Xian" performed by her and the famous willow artist Liu Yonghua has infected many good sisters-in-law and sister-in-law, and the social effect is very good.
It had been exactly twenty-seven years since I had been discharged from the army. A trip back to my hometown, in the words of my mother, hung a wing and left. Every year, I start talking to my father and mother every night Chinese New Year's Eve, and I always talk about the second half of the night. In this way, I accompanied my father and mother through the Twenty-seven Spring Festival. In the past twenty-seven years, we have not seen any spring festival party in any year, from Chinese New Year's Eve night to my eighth grade. Without saying anything, the two of them played multiple roles to give me a heartfelt and emotional reading of the drama text, which benefited me a lot. One of the scenes where the mother sent her child out of the house is still fresh in my memory:
Meet the monk called the old man,
Meet the Taoist priests and praise the righteous.
The aunt wears a monk's hat,
Dress the same as two monks.
Crossing the river is not deep or shallow,
Stand on the sidelines and watch the pedestrians.
Ten eight passed,
The whip urged the horse to take the road.
Hiochi Nishiyama Hayazumi store.
Sunrise three poles to enter the city again...
I looked at My Mother obsessively, how could an old rural grandmother who was illiterate and not amazing be able to memorize so many long works?
When I came home this year, I saw that my mother's home, which had always been clean, was not as clean as before. The mother always repeated that the fried dishes were either too salty to eat or had no salt taste, and I loved to lie on the kang at every turn, and I needed to shout loudly when I talked to my mother. Every time at this time, the mother will nag, and when she is old, she will not be used.
Thinking of my mother, I cried myself into a tear, an eyelashes. In the presence of the great mother, I felt my own smallness. The few sentences that I read before, "Whoever says anything, repays the three Chunhuis" are all asabi is bullshit. Everything can not express the soul of the mother, I can not say, I can not say, I will only cry. alack!
I am willing to lie on the mother's kang, eat the old cabbage made by the mother or light or salty, help the radish shreds, and I am willing to sit in front of the mother silently. mother! It doesn't matter if you can't hear, your son doesn't think you're dirty or old, he will always accompany you silently. Lonely companionship is also gratitude, and making you happy is filial piety. Motherfucker! This may be the only comfort your son can give you.
About author:Wang Xinchang, a native of Qingdao, is currently the department manager of Wondershare Building Materials Co., Ltd. Published several essays.
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