Hu Shi recalled her mother: she was both a loving mother and a strict father, and a benefactor

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Ten years is like a day

We're always busy

But they often ignore the people around them who care about them

Parents are here, and there is still a place in life

When your parents go, there is only one way back in life

Today is Mother's Day

At the time of busy work and study

Don't forget to say your blessings to your mother

Grateful for the mother's efforts

Today's sharing is Mr. Hu Shi's essay "My Mother"

This essay was selected for inclusion in secondary school Chinese textbooks

Hu Shi's mother was strict and lenient in Hu Shi's education and did not condone it

It protects the child's self-esteem

And let the child have a sense of right and wrong, learn to take responsibility

Hu Shi's mother did not directly instill much knowledge in Hu Shi

But she was virtuous, kind, tolerant and strong

It had a great influence on Hu Shi's life

In the article, Hu applies simple and fluent text

Expressed deep gratitude and nostalgia for his mother

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Text | Hu shi

I was too weak to play with the savage children. My mother also did not allow me to run and jump with them. When I was young, I never developed the habit of playing lively, and no matter where I was, I was always crepe. Therefore, the elders in my hometown all said that I was "like a gentleman", so they called me "Mr. Sui". After this nickname was called out, everyone knew that Mr. Three's younger son was called Mr. Sui. Since the name "Sir" is there, I can't help but pretend to be "Sir", let alone follow the naughty boys to "wild". One day, I was "throwing copper coins" with a group of children at the entrance of my house, and an elderly man walked by, saw me, and smiled: "Does Mr. Yong also throw copper coins?" I was so ashamed that my face was red and my ears were hot, and I felt that I had lost the identity of "Sir"!

The adults encouraged me to pretend to be a gentleman, and I did not have the ability and habit of playing, and because I really liked to read, I had never enjoyed a child's game in my life. Every autumn, my grandmother and I went to the fields to "supervise the cutting" (the best fields, no worries about water and drought, the best harvest, the tenants asked the owner of the field to supervise the cutting, lay the grain, and the two families divided it equally), and I always sat under the small tree and read novels. When I was eleven or twelve, I was a little more lively, and I actually organized a drama class with a group of classmates, made some wooden knives and bamboo guns, borrowed a few pairs of fake beards, and did a play in the village field. I often do Wenjiao'er like Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei; only once did I do Shi Wengong, I was shot down from a chair by Hua Rong's arrow, which was my most lively play.

In these nine years (1895-1904), I only learned two things: reading and writing. In terms of words and ideas, it cannot but be said that it is a little bit of a foundation. But there are no opportunities for development in any other area. Once, in our village, "Dangpeng" (Badufan Five Villages, called "Five Pengs", every year one village took turns to do the Princely Association, called "Dangpeng"), preparing for the Princely Association, and someone proposed to send me to join the Kunlu team in the former village to learn to play the flute or play the flute. The elders of the clan objected, saying that I was too young to follow the prince to the five friends. So I lost my only chance to learn music. I hadn't played an instrument in thirty years, and I didn't know anything about music; I still don't know if I have the talent to learn music. As for learning to draw, it is even more impossible. I often use bamboo paper to cover the lithographed portraits of novel books and imitate the heroes and beauties on the books. One day, he was seen by his husband, scolded, and the drawings in the drawer were searched and torn up. So I lost the opportunity to learn to be a painter.

But these nine years of life, in addition to reading and reading, have given me a little training as a person. In this regard, my teacher is my loving mother.

Every day at dawn, my mother woke me up and told me to sit up in my clothes. I never knew how long she had been awake and sitting. She saw that I was sober, and only then did she tell me that I had done something wrong yesterday, said something wrong, asked me to admit my mistake, and asked me to study hard. Sometimes she would tell me about the benefits of my father, and she said, "You always have to follow in the footsteps of your old man." All my life I have known only this one perfect man, you have to learn from him, don't fall on his stock. (Falling stocks is humiliating and ugly.) When she says it's sad, she often sheds tears. When it was dawn, she put my clothes on and urged me to go to early school. The key to the door of the school was placed in my husband's house; I first went to the door of the school and looked at it, and then I ran to his house and knocked on the door. Someone in my husband's family handed the key out of the crack in the door, so I took it and ran back, opened the door, and sat down to read a student. Of the ten days, eight or nine of them were the first to open the school. When my husband came, I memorized my birth book and went home for breakfast.

My mother disciplined me the most, and she was a loving mother and a strict father. But she never scolded me or hit me in front of others. I did something wrong, she just looked at me, and I saw her stern eyes and was frightened. She waited until the next morning when I woke up to teach me a lesson. She waited until the evening when people were quiet, closed the door, first rebuked me, and then punished me, or punished kneeling, or twisted my flesh. No matter how heavy the punishment, I was not allowed to cry. She did not teach her son to use this as a way to make others listen.

One early autumn evening, I had dinner and played at the door, wearing only a single vest. At this time, my mother's sister-in-law, Aunt Yuying, was living in my house, and she was afraid that I was cold, so she took a small shirt out and asked me to put it on. I refused to wear it, and she said, "Put it on, it's cold." I replied casually, "Mother (cool) what!" Lao Tzu is not Lao Tzu. I had just said these words, and as soon as I looked up, I saw my mother coming out of the house, and I quickly put on my little shirt. But she had heard the frivolous words. After the night was quiet, she punished me to kneel down and severely punished me. She said, "What a proud thing you are without Lao Tzu!" Easy to use to talk about! "She sat shivering with rage and wouldn't allow me to go to bed. I cried on my knees, wiped my tears with my hands, and I didn't know what bacteria I had rubbed in, and then I suffered from eye disease for more than a year. Doctors come and go, and the chief doctor is not good. My mother was remorseful and anxious, and she heard that the eyelids could be licked with her tongue, and one night she woke me up, and she really licked my sick eyes with her tongue. This is my strict teacher, my loving mother.

My mother became a widow at the age of 23 and was the stepmother of the house. This kind of pain in life, my stupid pen can not write one or two in ten thousand. The family's finances are not rich, and they all rely on the second brother to operate and dispatch in Shanghai. The eldest brother has been a loser since he was a child, smoking opium and smoking, gambling, the money will be light in hand, when it is light, he will go home to make ideas, when he sees the incense burner, he will take it out to sell, and take it out to bet on the tin teapot. Several times, my mother invited ben to come and set a monthly fee for him. But he was always insufficient, and everywhere he owed tobacco debts and gambling debts. Every year Chinese New Year's Eve there was always a large group of debt collectors in my house, each with a lantern, sitting in the hall and refusing to go. Big Brother has long since avoided it. The two rows of chairs in the hall were filled with lanterns and creditors. My mother walked in and out, taking care of Chinese New Year's Eve meals, thanking the gods, pressing the old money, etc., just as if she had never seen this group of people. In the middle of the night, it was almost time to "close the door", my mother went out through the back door, and a neighbor from the central government came to my house, and each debtor developed a little money. Doing a good job of doing evil, this group of debt collectors walked out one by one carrying lanterns. After a while, the big brother knocked on the door and came back. My mother never scolded him. And because it was New Year's, she never showed a little anger on her face. I have lived six or seven times in this New Year.

The eldest sister-in-law is the most incompetent and the most ignorant person, and the second sister-in-law is a very capable and narrow person. They often quarreled because of my mother's kind example, and they had never openly scolded each other. When they are angry, they just don't speak, don't answer, and put their faces down, making people ugly; when the second sister-in-law is angry, her face turns blue, and she is even more afraid of people. The same is true when they get angry with my mother. At first, I didn't understand this set, but then I gradually understood how to look at people's faces. I came to understand that the most disgusting thing in the world is like an angry face; the most vulgar thing in the world is to show the angry face to others. It's worse than scolding.

My mother has a lot of temperament and a good temperament, and because she is a stepmother and stepmother, she is more attentive to everything and extra tolerant of everything. My eldest brother's daughter was only a year younger than me, and her dietary clothing was always the same as mine. I had a small argument with her, and it was always me who suffered, and my mother always blamed me and asked me to let her do everything. Later, the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law both gave birth to sons, and when they were angry, they scolded the child to get angry, and while beating, they scolded others with harsh and prickly words. My mother just pretended not to hear. Sometimes, she really couldn't help it, so she quietly walked out the door, or went to the left neighbor's sister-in-law's house to sit for a while, or went to the back door to the back neighbor's sister-in-law's house to gossip. She never quarreled with her two sisters-in-law.

Every sister-in-law is angry, often for ten days and half a month without rest, walking in and out every day, with a straight face, biting her mouth, and scolding the children. My mother only endured, endured to the point of being really unbearable for another day, and she also had her own methods. At dawn on this day, she did not get up and cried softly. She did not scold a single person, only cried her husband, cried that she was suffering from her own life, and could not keep her husband to take care of her. When she first cried, her voice was very low, and she gradually cried out. I woke up and tried to persuade her, but she refused to stay. At this time, I could always hear a door open in the front hall (the second sister-in-law lived in the east room of the front hall) or the back hall (the west room of the back hall where the eldest sister-in-law lived), and a sister-in-law walked out of the room and walked towards the kitchen. After a while, the sister-in-law came knocking on our door. I opened the door and she walked in, holding a bowl of hot tea, and brought it to my mother's bed, persuading her to stop crying and asking her to drink hot tea. My mother slowly stopped crying and reached for the tea bowl. The sister-in-law stood and persuaded for a while before withdrawing. Not a single word mentioned anyone, nor did a single word mention the angry face of the past ten days and a half months, but everyone knew in their hearts that the sister-in-law who came in for tea was always the person who had been angry for ten days and half a month. Strangely enough, after this cry, there were at least a month or two of peaceful and pure days.

My mother was the kindest and gentlest she ever said anything that hurt people's feelings. But she is also very strong at times, not subject to a little personal insult. My fifth uncle was a ronin who had no right job, and one day he complained in the smoke house, saying that my mother always asked someone for help when there was something in her family, and probably there was always some benefit to him. When this word reached my mother's ears, she was so angry that she invited a few ben family members to come and call uncle five, and she confronted him with what benefit she had given someone. It wasn't until Uncle Five confessed his mistake in public that she gave up.

I spent my teenage years under the lessons of my mother, and I was greatly and deeply influenced by her. I left her at the age of 14 (actually only 12 years and two or three months). I have been alone in this vast sea of people for more than twenty years, and no one has ever disciplined me. If I can learn the slightest bit of good temper, if I can learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive people and be considerate of people - I have to thank my loving mother.

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