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Bending down to clean up, my son shouted at me in utter astonishment, "Mom, you look like a grandmother!" Just this angle, this picture, especially like! It's exactly like Grandma! ”
Yes, the mothers in the world are all from grandmothers, and mothers are like grandmothers, which should be a matter of course! In my eyes, my mother is just like my grandmother!
Like my grandmother, my mother has a peaceful personality, is not impatient when things happen, they are just as sincere, humble and low-key; they are the same, they teach each other, take care of housework, be kind and hardworking; they are equally tenacious, tolerant, no complaints, no regrets, no returns; they are the same, they arrange everything in the family to be stopped, and even the simple houses are cleaned up.
My mother is as filial and tolerant as my grandmother, and she is open and generous. Over the years, whether it was farming in the countryside, teaching in schools, or settling in the city, the relationship between mom and the surrounding neighbors was very harmonious. There are fresh fruits and rare food at home, she will always choose the best gifts to the neighbors left and right, seeing that we are puzzled, my mother always said that from a young age, my grandmother taught her to be sincere in sending items, to be sincere in fellowship with people, and to avoid transferring the broken, the rest, and what she does not like to others, that is, "do not do to others what you do not want."
My grandmother was a child bridesmaid, and at first she was always looked down upon by her father-in-law who was bent on clinging to the tall branches, but she won the love of her mother-in-law with her sincerity and ability, stoicism and filial piety.
When my mother first married my father, my grandmother, who had been widowed for many years, was always picky about my mother, but when my grandmother was sick and bedridden, it was my mother who fed her a spoonful of food all day long and scrubbed over and over again. Before dying, Grandma took her mother's hand and repeatedly said, "Daughter-in-law, I was wrong before." ”
My mom, like my grandmother, does things scheduled and planned. I always heard my mother say that during the three years of natural disasters, the family's livelihood was difficult, my grandmother broke her leg when doing farm work, because she had no money for treatment, she was disabled, she couldn't go out to do things, and my grandfather had a heart attack, and the hardships of life could be imagined, but my grandmother never complained about the world or cried for the world, and she never gave up in the slightest.
Every day, grandma assigned her mother and uncles to the fields to pick turnip heads and pea seedlings, to the lake to touch screws, to pick woolly monkeys (the roots of a wild grass), and when she returned, she washed and dried what the children had picked up, boiled radish heads, made pea seedlings into paste, fried with screw meat, and crushed woolly monkeys to make steamed buns. The limited food available for hunger every day, Grandma will also divide it according to the amount, and in the long run, compress frugality as much as possible, and do not exceed the amount.
Grandma ventured to secretly hide half a basket of buckwheat, quietly grabbed a handful in the middle of the night, fried in the dark in the pot, mashed in the stone mortar, boiled water to eat, it was considered to supplement the nutrition of Grandpa (now think about it, it should be Grandma who first invented cereal). It was Grandma's wisdom, virtuousness, tenacity and responsibility that allowed the whole family to survive that terrible famine, and in the era of hunger, Grandma managed to save the whole family, one is not less, it is really a miracle.
In my memory, my mother was always so virtuous and gentle, no matter how much difficulty she encountered and how much she suffered grievances, she was just a person who secretly wiped her tears, silently undertook, and worked hard.
When I was a child, my father worked in the county, and the family's affairs should be taken care of by my mother. She taught and farmed, always running like the wind on the way to and from school. After sending us to eat and go to school in the morning, she washed the dishes, dried the clothes, fed the chickens, ducks, pigs and rabbits, and then took a piece of steamed bun and pickled vegetables, and trotted all the way to take time to eat a few bites.
Whenever I think of my mother's weak shoulders, carrying a pesticide sprayer, walking hard in the mud of the rice field, the dense rice seedlings not over her head, I can only faintly see her thin head shaking among the green leaves, which always makes me sour.
One summer harvest, after a storm, the wheat fell to the ground, worried about the continuous rain of wheat grains sprouting, the mother could not take care of the unbearable waist disease, kneeling in the field to cut the wheat and collect the ears. At that time, I felt like a knife cutting flesh and cutting the heart. But her mother insisted on doing so, and she wanted to take the whole family to fight against God.
Mom is as tough and brave as grandma, not afraid of hardship and suffering, no matter how big the difficulty, clenching her teeth will also move forward firmly.
One year, my father contracted a brick farm, encountered a drought, the local farmers failed to harvest, the purchasing power declined, the burned bricks were not sold, the factory closed, and the family lost all the money and carried huge debts. The mother was helpless and sold pigs and grain to pay off debts. Sleep later at night, get up earlier in the morning, and be busy at home and outside the house without black or white.
At that time, I repeatedly took the initiative to ask to drop out of school to help at home, but no matter how difficult it was, my mother resolutely refused, she repeatedly said that my grandmother was so hard, she never gave up letting her and her uncles study, and no matter how difficult it was, she would certainly not delay our brothers and sisters to study.
Mom carefully accumulated every egg laid by the hen and took it to the street for money. Father and brother got up early to cast nets to catch fish, no matter how much, they were all mentioned to sell at the morning market, and my mother put together a dime and a dime in advance to prepare the tuition fees for our brothers and sisters for the new semester. We never need to open our mouths, on the first day of school, my mother will let us take the tuition and report to the school.
Whenever she mentioned her mother's diligence and thriftiness, mentioned that she married her father when she was married, and suffered for half a lifetime, she always said that "good women do not wear dowry clothes, and good men do not eat family meals", she said that from a young age, her grandmother taught her to be self-reliant and self-reliant, people are poor and cannot be short, and people must look at their hearts, "Not afraid of patching on their clothes, they are afraid of stains on their hearts."
Whenever she mentioned how her mother was kind to people, she always said that Grandma never said that people are long and short, and it is convenient to be kind to people and themselves, and if they can help others, they will stretch out their hands, "People do not add words when they are difficult, and do not whip when they are difficult." ”
Whenever we argue with people and feel wronged, my mother will always say that my grandmother taught her, "Everything should be taken a step back and think, and I will see it in ten years." "Let people not be a step, listen to people's advice is the sage."
When my mother educated us, she often blurted out a lot of my grandmother's most reasonable sayings.
Mothers are like grandmothers, they all have the power of mothers' examples, for children, leading by example, subtle infections; mothers are like grandmothers, they all have motherly broad feelings, the most beautiful moral character, and the best cultivation of handling things; mothers are like grandmothers, they are all mothers, an ordinary and great name, can give children the courage to move forward, the source of progress!
Mom and Grandma are the best mothers in the world!
About the author: Kiss the rain, formerly known as Zhang Hui, a native of Huainan, Anhui, is a senior middle school teacher. He loves literature, likes to read classics with his heart, likes to perceive life with his heart, and has cherished a literary dream since he was a child, and he has not been confused to chase dreams for more than a long time.
About the author: Kiss the rain, formerly known as Zhang Hui, a native of Huainan, Anhui, is a senior middle school teacher. He loves literature, likes to read classics with his heart, likes to perceive life with his heart, and has cherished a literary dream since he was a child, and he has not been confused to chase dreams for more than a long time.
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