Wen | Liang Yimei
The mother was sick, and her formerly plump breasts had become empty face pockets attached to her chest, and the small head was only left with a thin layer of skin wrapped around the skull, and there was no fat to feel! My swollen belly bulged so much that I couldn't breathe! The fluorescent lamp "hissed", it was the sound of time running forward, it was challenging me, it was the vanguard of death, it was robbing me of my mother! I held my mother's hand tightly, afraid that she would abandon me, and my sleeping mother was unconscious, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, because she took out the dentures under her mouth, the lower jaw was tightly retracted, the upper lip protruded openly, and the mother's mouth was like a mysterious black hole, which seemed to have been...
I didn't dare to think about it, so I quickly leaned down to listen carefully, and my mother actually made a slight snoring sound, and I held my breath and slowly lifted my body, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
I don't know how to hurt my mother!
She also lost her father while nursing in her grandmother's arms.
That year, my grandfather carried firewood into Fushan City to sell, and happened to encounter the Kuomintang arresting Zhuang Ding, and he couldn't help but say that he had his shoulders and two backs, and he lost the news forever. Grandmother weaving lace, spinning cotton to raise her and several sisters alone, and without the support of her son, in the remote and isolated small mountain village, the hardships of life can be imagined. My grandmother was very stubborn and strong, knocked out her teeth and swallowed them in her stomach, pulling the children up one by one, and my mother also carried her schoolbag to school. In elementary school and junior high school, my mother was always at the top of the list. However, although her mother was very intelligent and was later guaranteed to work part-time and go to normal school, the class teacher also ran back and forth to her mother's house for more than a month, persuading her grandmother to send her mother, praising her mother as a good seedling, and being able to become a teacher after graduation! The grandmother, who has always been strong, could not stop her tears this time, and she did not want her daughter to eat the national grain, what a great honor! But the family is too poor, not to mention a set of covers, that is, in the ice and snow, the mother can only wear a single shoe covered with corn leaves as the sole, resulting in the mother's foot in the summer is still cracked, the memory of her often on the fire oil lamp hot feet, smearing oil, wrapping plastic.
Smokey winds in July
Blowing flowers
The land of the motherland shines with sunshine
I strode in all directions
All roads are open for us
Goodbye dear alma mater
Goodbye dear teacher
I am going to go to the place where my motherland needs it most
Let youth radiate
This graduation song has often sounded in my ears since I was learning to speak, until now my mother is lying in a hospital bed, as long as her stomach is slightly better and less bloated, she has been so strong if she hummed a song. She will not be spoiled, she will not be angry, even if she comes to menstruation, she will not delay her to go up the mountain to cut cattle and grass at noon, which is still taking advantage of the work in the production team to earn work and work to see cash. The grass was slender and soft, like a mother's hair, dried on the team so that it could be spread in a wicker basket to hold apples. The clothes were soaked with sweat as if they had just been fished out of the water, and their plump breasts were as firm as the New Year's food, more vibrant than Venus's! It was so hot that I simply jumped into the water to take a bath, my hand was cut by a scythe, the wound was bleeding straight out, and wisps of bright red rose in the spring water! The mother used the back of the sickle to break the old skin on the outside of the pine tree, and then used the sickle to gently scrape a layer of white skin inside, cut it down and wrap it around the wound, and then pulled the grass tightly and continued to wield the sickle. The grass and sickle were stained with blood, but the mouth hummed "The fifth brother herds sheep without clothes."
Like other families, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law seem to be always the jianghu team, and they want to come alive. After her mother passed the door, her mother beat two pairs of silver bracelets with eight yuan datou, and Yuan Datou was the private money that her mother secretly stuffed into her private room when she was married, and told her not to spend it unless she had to. Who knew that it had been replaced by paper money before it came in handy, but silver was a good thing, and Po had always treasured it. Now my mother took out a pair of jewelry, my aunt gave me a pair of my mother's, did not give my aunt, because she came from the run, there is no matchmaker (my big daddy on the way home from the Korean battlefield demobilized to meet a woman fainted on the side of the road, still lying in his arms a nursing child, big daddy quickly took out a military kettle to fill her with water... Later, this woman became my eldest aunt), and her mother was a yellow flower girl who was married by the Ming Media, and the mother-in-law had to look up. Whenever I talk about this, my mother's pride has nothing to say. Of course, later, no matter how many parents were short, how difficult the mother-in-law was to snub the mother, she did her best to be filial to the mother-in-law, and when she mentioned it in the rice, everyone picked the thumb.
On the way home from the hospital to pick up my mother, because the condition is not optimistic, I seem to be concentrating on driving with mixed feelings. The mother's head was tilted against the car seat, and there was silence in the car. Suddenly, she said weakly, "To tell the truth, Xiao Ning'er, if I had followed Yao Kun, I would never have had this illness." Before he finished speaking, his voice choked back tears.
Alas, when it comes to my parents' marriage, I really don't know what to say.
My father married his mother because the matchmaker said that her mother was capable and could pick up one hundred and fifty or sixty pounds on her shoulders, and on this one, my father decided on his life's events.
It was a special era, my father took the graduation photo the first day, and the next day his eyes were swollen and he couldn't open them, and he had to grope for the kang to come down, and the whole family was poisoned by eating river willow leaves. My father said that at that time, there was really no way, he knew that he could not eat or had to eat, the mountains and waters on the ground and the ground in the air flew on the ground, and they ate everything they could eat. The blind Man Wu of the village fortune teller wept bitterly and said in his mouth: "Oh My God, the dried sweet potatoes have made me full and dead!" As a result, he was still unjustly killed (referring to the fact that the dried sweet potato was not enough to eat and starved to death). The father got married at the age of 20, and the only idea in his mind was to find a capable daughter-in-law to live, so that adults and children could eat a full meal and not starve to death like Wu Blind. The taste of being hungry is really uncomfortable. He smoked because he was so hungry that he smoked sweet potato leaves. I once asked my father what it was like to smoke, and he said that when he was hungry, he was thirsty when he was thirsty and refreshed when he was sleepy!
Mother, although life is difficult, but from childhood by the grandmother's edification, depicting dragon embroidery phoenix cut window flowers to watch plays and listen to books, although the family is poor in bones, but blue heart, looking forward to the talented beauty in the play. I still remember her saying two things to this day. She said that watching the drama is a courtesy, the delicate doorway, the Biaozi watching the liveliness, "Liu Luo's private visit", "Huang Aiyu on the grave", "Wang Sanjie Cailou throwing hydrangeas", "Zhu Maichen splashing water in front of the horse", "Fox Spirit and Shusheng", etc., I just listened to such opera stories and grew up slowly.
After school, my mother often painted the New Year's window for her neighbors in her spare time, painting dramas, and the most painted were "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" and "Bangs Cutting Trees" The characters were large enough to stick to a wall. The window flowers are also cut vividly, and even the patterns do not need to be painted, and the red paper is stacked and cut. With his mother, the paper cut and draw is a boy named Shengzi, who has loved his grandmother's family since he was a child, and his grandmother's family and my grandmother's family are next to each other, and the two families are also the same family, and the generations are called the mother's aunt, but they are in agreement with their mother. When he was a child, he often went to his home behind the mountain with his mother, and his mother was a fairy in his eyes! The winding mountain roads left too many innocent memories of them. However, it was because of this hateful generation that his mother finally rejected him bitterly. Later, on the day of his mother's marriage, he sat on the big bluestone that the two of them often sat on, watching his beloved drift away...
Mother's heart is broken!
Reform and opening up contract to the household to bring a good life, rice noodles casually eaten, in the words of the father, early to the individual to do early good! The original captain how to urge how to finish the work now most people are not enough to do, after the spare time of the father will lead people out to build a house for others, the days are getting better day by day, the young vitality and quietly drumming the heart of the father who seems to be young, he himself can not understand how to be hooked by the little daughter-in-law Xiuqing.
The bun was stuffed.
The mother was sick.
The mother said that the dewy couple will not grow up long.
If I had been with him, they would have carved and painted, and I am not sure what it would be like now.
My mother would occasionally mention having a baby in front of me.
Mother liver ascites, Chinese medicine recommends hot compresses, with radish, ginger 25 pieces each, red dates 25 pitted, peppercorns 2 two, boiling water mixed with wheat bran fried hot, with a bag wrapped in a towel on the belly. But the pocket of the bran has to be sewn now, and I am struggling, who knows that my father, who has always been rough and rough, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find white cloth, measuring, folding, cutting, threading needles and threads, stitching one stitch after another so seriously. I said I sew dad, he didn't squeak, he didn't seem to hear, but there were tears flickering in the corners of his eyes.
Mother woke up to find me really standing in front of her, smiling somewhat shyly. She said when did you come back, just fell asleep and had a dream, you said strange, dreamed that we both went to high school together, there was no brother and sister, in the dream is still thinking how good this is, how to go to school with the child?
I listened to the sour nose, and the tears that were about to flow were swallowed back by me, and I could not let my mother see me crying! I know that my mother is too attached to me, especially this time she is very sick, she is like a child, sometimes it seems that I am a mother, she is a child, inexplicably angry or unreasonable, one day when I can't see me, I call and ask me why I don't come home? I said I only came back yesterday. She kept repeating, did she come back? Then you haven't returned today!
So I obediently replied, oh yes yes yes, I haven't come back today, waiting at home Ha, I'll be there in a moment.
When my mother saw me, she was a little shy that the child had done something wrong, and then she smiled contentedly
Alas, Mother, you are really not wrong, it is the child who is sorry for you.
At this moment, how I wish there really was God who would make my mother's health better quickly.
I really can't imagine a day without a mother!
About the author: Liang Yimei, pen name Suzi, Crescent Moon, Buried Room Testament, born in 1968 in 1968 in a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers in Menlou Town, Fushan District - Shangxujia Village, since childhood by the influence of the family love literature, shandong essay society member, provincial prose literature association fukuyama creation home deputy secretary-general, fukuyama bone research association vice president, large-scale documentary "Legend of fukuji" chief planner and host, documentary "fudi wind and current" chief writer, documentary "Wang Yirong discovered the 120th anniversary of oracle bone" writer and director, Its Fudi Legend Culture Media is committed to film and television production, traditional culture record inheritance, and also as a corporate publicity planner, known the world without sophistication, through the vicissitudes and left naïve, light clouds and light wind, still water flow deep.
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