Grassroots Spring and Autumn Series: The Death of My Father, Mother (Twenty-Six) and Stepmother

His father died in 1986 and his stepmother in 1987. When my father and my stepmother remarried, it was agreed that the two would reorganize their families and be born together, but die in different ways. In other words, my father was buried with my biological mother after a hundred years, and my stepmother returned to filial piety after a hundred years and was buried with her first husband. Because Xiaoyi also has a biological daughter of my stepmother and her first husband, as well as nephews, nieces, and most importantly, my stepmother's original first husband's own household, they are prosperous and successful, and they are also the initiators of my stepmother's return to Xiaoyi to be buried with her first husband after a hundred years, and such an arrangement is also a form of our local funeral customs.

The image of the network is still in my mind from time to time.

More than thirty years have passed, but the stepmother is unpretentious, kind and tolerant, and thrifty...... The image of bits and pieces still comes to my mind from time to time.

Although the stepmother and father are not the original couple, that is, as we say locally, they are not "Jiaojiaoli" couples, but a husband and wife who are combined in the half-aged land, but they have been dependent on each other for nearly 30 years, and the relationship between the husband and wife is still very loving and harmonious. Therefore, after the death of her father, her stepmother had a deep sense of loss, and her health was not as good as before for more than half a year. Although we are still as devoted to our stepmother as we were to our father, even more devout than we were before. However, I didn't know if my stepmother had a hunch or wanted to change the environment, so I went to my sister in Xiaoyi, and during this period, my wife and I went to visit every few days. I often visit my stepmother and walk back, and I see my stepmother looking at you reluctantly.

After a few months like this, suddenly one day, a bad news came from Sister Xiaoyi, her stepmother died! Life always comes and goes, just like the transition of spring, summer, autumn and winter, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the law of nature, but also the charm of nature, no matter who can not resist. Although I knew that it would be sooner or later, I still couldn't help but sigh and grief when I heard it at first. Although I was a little prepared, I was still very disappointed. This is the most painful thing in the world, there is nothing more than "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise but does not wait". Therefore, every time I recall my stepmother, I feel very regretful, regretting that my stepmother did not spare more time and care for her stepmother when she was alive.

After my stepmother died, my wife and I bid farewell to my stepmother according to the customs and Xi of filial piety. It was a cloudy day, with a gloomy sky and a few drops of rain falling from time to time. I went there early on a motorbike with my wife. After I went, I was religiously received by my stepmother's own family.

　　

It was an old courtyard in a narrow alley on the west side of the south side of the central building in the old city of Xiaoyi, which may have been the courtyard where the stepmother lived in the old days. There is a saying in China: a thousand miles are different, and a hundred miles are different. There is also a saying in our local area: Shili Township is not ordinary. The stepmother's family attached great importance to the joint burial of the stepmother and her first husband, and on that day, all funeral Xi customs were carried out according to the customs of filial piety.

　　

I remember that there were several classes of music ringers that day, many flags and flags, countless wreaths of paper, and the stepmother's coffin was carried by car, and road sacrifices were held in several streets in the old city of Xiaoyi, and then the car was still delivered to the cemetery. The cemetery is the cemetery of the local collective, although it is still a burial, but it is more environmentally friendly, that is, after the coffin is buried deeply, it does not leave a grave, but cultivates fruit trees on it, and sets up a small stone monument, which is also a cemetery and an orchard, saving land and killing two birds with one stone.

　　

After all the ceremonies are completed, the stepmother's own household will set up a stove to entertain guests and all those who help. After the meal, my wife and I went to my stepmother's home to thank them for their grand arrangements for my stepmother's funeral and for the warm reception they gave me and my wife. Afterwards, I went to my sister's house in Xiaoyi Daxiaobao to say goodbye to them.

　

　Time flies, the years are like smoke, and nearly 30 years have passed since the death of the stepmother, but the memory of the stepmother is still fresh and the memory is constant.

Those stepmothers three-inch golden lotus, tiptoeing thirty miles to Xiaoyi my sister's house, eating in the big canteen in order to let me eat one more meal, the scene of the three-inch golden lotus kneeling on the ground and hoeing the ground, braving the pouring rain with two millet sticks in the muddy water to pick me up, the three-inch golden lotus pushing and grinding, pushing the groove and grinding, the scene of pulling a big saw with my father with a pair of small feet, selling dried fresh fruits and cigarettes in the sixties of the last century, and making a variety of hometown delicacies, hometown specialties The scene, especially the scene of telling us stories, telling riddles, singing songs, and even the scene of leading me to Yunjiazhuang and Shangda Village to visit the temple fair when I was a child, led me to see a toothache, sent me a sick scene, and then gave me a look at my three children (the local language means to care, raise...... Bits and pieces, pop up in my mind from time to time. And in my dreams, I often have the shadow of my stepmother unforgettable.

In short, the stepmother is unpretentious, kind and tolerant, diligent and thrifty, optimistic, no matter what kind of hardships and hardships she encounters in life, she never complains at all, let alone puts forward some other requirements to us, but she bears it silently. It is true that her stepmother has not done any great deeds in her life, but she has used her hard work to make the family have food and clothing, so that they will not freeze and starve, and she has helped others as much as possible, and she has never blushed with her neighbors in her life.

The stepmother's life, like the father's, is also plain, ordinary, and ordinary, but it is also a life without regrets, in the face of various difficulties in life, as well as all kinds of difficulties, there has never been the slightest complaint and complaint, just perseverance and perseverance, full of confidence in life.

My stepmother's ordinary, plain, ordinary and uneventful life made me understand what is kindness and loyalty, what is tolerance and generosity, what is perseverance and self-reliance, and what is true love in the world.

Although my stepmother's life is extremely ordinary, she has infected me and influenced me with her ordinary actions, kindness and tolerance, simplicity and optimism, and she has made me understand the real truth of life with the personality of an ordinary person and selfless dedication.

Looking back on the road my stepmother has traveled in my life, I have more insights into life: a person's life may be vigorous, maybe obscure, ordinary, but for many ordinary people, as long as you do what you should do in a down-to-earth manner, for the society, for life, for the family, for the children to spare no effort to dedicate, and do ordinary things well, then you are a respectable person, a person worthy of remembrance.

I sincerely wish my stepmother good luck in the heavenly spirit!

These are some of my memories of my father, mother, and stepmother!

I would like to commemorate my deep love for my parents with these lala's miscellaneous articles and disorganized words!