Mother's love is like a mountain
Text/Ji Ming
In the blink of an eye, my mother had been gone for three years. In the blink of an eye, tomorrow is the annual Mother's Day again.
I know, I can't get over this hurdle. I can't get past this hurdle. It was late at night, it was long past the time for my biological clock to sleep, facing the computer screen, feeling the computer keyboard under the fingers, and the lines of teardrops became characters flowing in this moonless night...
Mother's love is like a mountain!
Four characters like this dripped from the computer screen.
Yes, in traditional Chinese culture, there has always been a saying of "strict father" and "loving mother". More often, people will use the word "father's love is like a mountain" when recalling and describing the grace of their elders. However, for me, it is indeed "motherly love like a mountain"!
Since I was a child, I have grown up under the wrapping of maternal love, yes, not only to take care of, to care for, to love, but also to wrap up in maternal love. I have always felt that even if I use the water of the Yellow River to grind ink, it is difficult to read the bits and pieces of maternal love. Although some of the stories I have written in the biography "Mother" that I wrote for my mother, how many more have not been written?!
From going to school to entering the factory, and then to various work conversions and studies, every step of my life is inseparable from my mother's teaching, encouragement and encouragement, so what I am most grateful for is that my mother taught me how to be a person, taught me "poor and untouchable, mighty and unyielding", taught me "filial piety first, good soul, sincerity, diligence-oriented", educated me to "stand up for virtue, meritorious service, and make a statement", taught me "big husband" to "cultivate myself and govern the country and the world with a straight heart" in life...
In my later years, my mother said more than once that what I regretted most was that I did not encourage and support me to take the 1977 college entrance examination. So who can blame you? The reason why you didn't insist on taking that step was also because your body was sick and weak for many years at that time, and you didn't want to leave you...
However, since the 1980s, a "tour must be good", the first time I went to work abroad thousands of miles away, and then in the 1990s, I was suspended without pay and "broke into the rivers and lakes", and you have been silently supporting me to move forward. I was in South Africa that year, you were hospitalized for illness, my colleague went to see you in the hospital and told you that you were going to call me back from South Africa, and you told my colleague that it was no big deal, don't scare him...
You know that I am timid, you know the weight of your heart in my heart, so although everyone is hospitalized, although you also want someone in front of the bed, but in order not to distract me from being outside, you resolutely blocked the news of hospitalization...
How many times, we two pushed our hearts. I have said more than once to more than one person: My mother and I are friends first, followed by mother and son. More than once, I looked up at the sky and sighed: Still my mother understands me.
Yes, I also once said: you grew up with me, I grew up with you.
Every time I come home and see you staying at home silently, my heart is particularly solid. Mom is here, home is there.
But now Mom is gone...
By careful calculation, you only left me 210 days of companionship.
Although we have lived together for the last ten years of your life, I will inevitably have times when I am out. You consider that my body has not recovered very well since the heart attack, basically let me focus on recuperation, and then mobilize me to go out to "activities" and encourage me to do some public welfare activities within my ability, and for yourself, there are basically no excessive requirements, until November 2018.
After several requests from me to take you to a medical examination, you finally let go. In this way, we had the experience of spending 210 days in the hospital. Yes, exactly 210 days, every day I remember clearly...
As children, who doesn't want their parents to "Shoubi Nanshan"?
It's been three years, you've been gone for three years, I've had three motherless "Mother's Day", "The Poor Fallen yellow spring", and I can no longer hear your answer...
Looking at the photo you chose in my bedroom, I once again shed tears of thought: Mom, I miss you...
I think you have cared for my life since childhood, I think of your sincere teaching on my growth path, I want you to support me all the way, I think you have a bumpy life but a calm...
Mom, I miss you...
I miss you...
I miss you – motherly love is like a mountain!
(Early morning from May 7 to May 8, 2022)
【Author's Profile】Ji Ming (male), pen name: half a bottle of old wine. Amateur poetry lovers, always believe that "life is a poem"! He is a member of the Shandong Poetry Society, a standing director of the "Shandong Gerontology Society", and the chairman of the "Shandong Gerontology Society Silver Age Volunteer Research and Practice Professional Committee". With the research and practice of the culture of special groups in the elderly society as the work goal, the "Silver Age Volunteer Alliance Platform" is being built, hoping that the elderly group can have its own exclusive culture, and the elderly friends can have a sense of group belonging. I hope that I will make friends with Wen, make friends, and hope that everyone can feel the poetry in the daily ordinary chai rice oil and salt, and absorb the "highest happiness"!
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