Preface: Partners, see you again! The public account Fuxingchen picks up time is also me, the public account picks up some time is also me, the former has been written for more than a year, the latter only applied a few days ago, pick up some time has a message function, to find me here later. This article was migrated from the old public account, when you move to a new home, haha.
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I saw the hibiscus flowers blooming at home from afar, and I had the impression that hibiscus flowers were very vigorous, and I just planted them to feed!
Lo and behold, if there is a clump at the door of my yard, a clump in front of the house, and a clump behind the house, it is blooming warmly with their own beauty.
I went back with my sister-in-law, and my sister-in-law drove. The car did not stop, lying in the back door of Xiao Hei (such a big man, it should be called Big Black) saw me rolling down the window, happily wanted to pounce, helplessly pulled by the rope, too strong, not only did not come forward, but was pulled back by the elastic force, it did not learn the lesson, pounced forward again, was pulled back by the rope again, I called it, laughed at its stupidity.
My mother came from the intersection, where she watched the machine clean the canal. Every winter, the team cleans the canals so that the rice fields can have a smooth water supply during the busy farming season.
I remember that in the past, it was all dug manually, and every winter, there was basically no farm work for each family, so each family sent a laborer, each with a hoe, shovel, and shovel, to clean up the weeds and silt in the canal.
Of course, most of them are attended by mothers. I also participated in it once in my memory, working with the big guys, chatting about the world, while working hotly, there are many people with great strength, and I don't feel tired, and at noon, everyone still goes to the tea house shop to eat snacks together, without paying for it privately, all paid by the team.
The era of manual labor is gradually moving away, and many of the past have become the memory of the times. Now everything is modernized, ploughing fields, planting seedlings, harvesting rice ... It has become some memories exclusive to us, and the memories are endless.
02
Let's stand the day before yesterday. It is said that it is the winter season, it is not like winter, and the temperature of 28 degrees is like summer.
So there is no talk of the warm winter sun, look at my mother wearing a straw hat came over, just passed by, she didn't see us, we didn't notice her, we entered the house, my mother fell back into the house.
My mother said that when the excavator cleared the drain at the back door, she would plant some rape. National Highway 319 on the other side of the canal, planting rapeseed on the side of the national highway, is uniformly stipulated by the village committee (or higher).
It is unknown whether the purpose of growing rapeseed is to prevent soil erosion or to cherish land resources and allow farmers to earn more income. For my mother, I was very happy to have more work and naturally busy.
Today, most of the farmers are still the elderly, and the young are rarely at home.
My mother planted two acres of land next to the house and a few small vegetable gardens nestled next to the canal, and the vegetable garden was green, like summer.
Yesterday I called my mother and said that I would come back today, and my mother said, okay, go to the vegetable garden to pick some tender greens, such weather, grow fast, a lot.
03
My mother said it would be easy at noon, fry a few local eggs for us to eat, and told me to go to the vegetable garden to pick two chives.
Chives are planted in a small vegetable field in front of the yard, and in the vegetable field, there are seasonal vegetables: cabbage, celery, garlic, radish... The eyes are full of mother's ordinary solitary toil.
The edge of the vegetable garden, the cluster of hibiscus that accompanied the vegetable garden, stretched out its branches, bloomed delicately, and stretched out into the sky.
The most eye-catching is a Chaotian pepper, its roots are in the soil of the vegetable garden, but the whole branch lives on the concrete floor, and the red green pepper hangs all over the branch.
My mother had already picked a large sieve of chili peppers early in the morning and placed them next to the chopping board, which placed a few dried radishes, ready to chop them together to make spicy radish.
My mother waited for my green onions to go down to the pot and said to pick two, of course, not only two, I greedily picked five, washed them by the pressurized well, trotted into the kitchen, choked them short with my hands and threw them into the big iron pot.
My mother brought out the egg cooking, warmed the lamb I brought back, and ate the lunch that my mother prepared casually but carefully, and my sister-in-law and I had two omelettes in each bowl, but she only filled a bowl of white rice.
My mother said that I can't walk in a hurry now, and sometimes my feet on one side suddenly have no strength at all, and I don't listen to the call, and I must have something to support me to slow down, and I don't know if I will use crutches soon.
My mother asked me if I had longer socks and might be better to sleep with a brace to my knees at night. I nodded and made a mental note.
04
After lunch, my sister-in-law finely sliced chili peppers and dried radish.
I taught my mother to use a new mobile phone, and last night I went to my sister's house to get a very high-end dual-screen mobile phone, and my sister said to use it for my mother.
My mother's old mobile phone couldn't be charged, and I didn't answer my call for half a day yesterday, and I was anxious to break us who were not around.
At night, I watched my mother through monitoring, and under the dim light, the mother who was not used to going to bed early, was half lying in bed dumbfounded, doing nothing.
Usually at this time, the mother is accompanied by a mobile phone, or chatting about WeChat videos, or brushing Douyin.
This time the mobile phone strikes, if there is no time to be lonely during the day, then this night can only accompany loneliness, there is no choice.
My niece, who works in town, rushed back overnight to see her grandmother's phone. The connector is broken and cannot be charged. Fortunately, my sister gave the phone in time, which is so good.
Taught my mother to operate, told her to try more functions, while I was still at home, I didn't know how to teach at any time.
My mother held the phone but said it didn't light up, I said I pressed the button, looked at the back, and the back lit up. My mother said that both sides are bright, as long as one side is bright, I will use one side.
I teach my mother to operate, you remember to press this button, press once if it does not light up twice, twice if it does not light up three times, press until the current screen is on.
Also entered the mother's face recognition, after the screen touched the mother's face can automatically unscreen, and my face leaned over, but could not solve the screen, my mother laughed and said that it was really amazing.
05
Seventy-year-olds are always busy every day.
Maybe busyness is the joy of her life, but it's not a habit she can't stop.
Some people say that the speed of success must exceed the speed of parental aging. However, what is success, a few children, still so ordinary, ordinary to come back to visit once in so long.
Every day of life comes by, and some people pass by and never come back.
Every time I go home, I can't bear to look at the porcelain statue on the stage, and I can't help but look at the pine forest not far away, feeling sad! But was my father clearly watching me affectionately over there, watching us, and admiring the hibiscus flowers behind the house? You can see that the branches of hibiscus flowers are trying to stretch so high, right?
Perhaps, whether life is bitter or happy, sad or happy, it is good to live, be healthy, be plain, elegantly let go of some things that do not belong to you, and be safe in the color that life should have!
Just like the hibiscus flower behind the house, it strives to bloom every year, wonderful in the dull, vivid in the silence!