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A bag of wooded eggs

This time back to my mother's house, my mother did not bring me a few firewood eggs from my own hens, and let me once again feel MengJiao's "Wandering Zi Yin" "Loving Mother's Hand Line, Wanderer's Shirt." The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late. Whoever says anything will be rewarded with three Chunhui." Hidden in a bag of eggs was a hard-working and selfless mother.

A bag of wooded eggs

I read an article: Memories of 10 Writers on Their Mothers. Hu Shi said that his mother was his mentor, and Mo Yan once said that his mother was an indelible spiritual force. How do I evaluate my mother now? My mind stopped, and then I remembered a Screenshot of a WeChat message sent to her by the son of one of my students, and the instructor asked all the classmates a question: What did the woman or man you loved teach you? This son said that what I loved taught me to speak, to use chopsticks, to walk, to be polite, to learn well------

Calm down and imagine why not. My mother taught me these things too. My mother is a 74-year-old rat, 24 years older than me, and is the eldest in the family. My grandfather preferred sons to daughters, four of my mothers and sisters did not allow school, and all three uncles graduated from high school. When my grandfather died, my two aunts and three uncles were not married, and my mother and her eldest sister were in charge of marrying the remaining younger siblings. Because my mother can't read a single character, a sentence that often hangs on her lips is "No matter how tired I am, I will provide you with a few readings." It is this force that supports a thin mother of about one meter and five meters to work hard, work in the field all day, wash and cook, and serve her in-laws.

A bag of wooded eggs

By now I finally understand the greatness of my mother, the selflessness of motherly love. Just like Mo Yan said, my mother is also my mentor, although she is illiterate, she knows the truth, the governor is not; hurt the child, respect the elderly; help the neighbors, help the street house. Grandparents relied on their mother's meticulous service to live to the age of 86 and 97 respectively. The two aunts were so grateful to their mother. Because of my mother's good popularity, I often receive worthless but touching things such as shallots and greens from my neighbors.

The 70-year-old mother still does not poke the toe, cooks for a family of 6 three times a day, and has to feed her chickens and geese. Every day, I carry the frame to pick vegetables, and when I come back to chop these vegetables, if it is winter, I will brew these hens with warm water and serve them patiently, so the chickens raised by my mother lay eggs all year round.

A bag of wooded eggs

As the saying goes, "the improper family does not know chai mi gui, do not raise children do not know the grace of parents", I am 50 years old, whenever I look in the mirror to see the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes and a few white hairs on my head, I can't help but think of my 70-year-old mother, my mother due to serious overdraft when she was young, now the body will always call the police from time to time, the heart is not good, the blood sugar is high, every time I go home to see my mother's slightly curved body, due to most of the missing teeth and cheeks, full of silver hair, the heart is full of mixed feelings. But when I think about it, I am lucky, because there is still my mother; I am happy, because from him I have learned to be diligent and frugal, to respect the old and love the young, to do my best to help others, and to work hard not to be left behind by others. I have always been following my mother's teachings to live and work. I also gained a lot: harvesting a sensible and well-behaved daughter, really like a small cotton jacket to care for me; harvesting three or five confidants, you can let loose skeletons, talk about everything; harvest some peach and plum, can receive holiday blessings and greetings; harvest the praise of my father, saying that I can be regarded as a filial piety child.

Tonight, eat the eggs of the flapjack stall and feel the deep love of your mother.

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