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It is said that "father's love is like a mountain", and I feel that mother's love is as deep as the sea.
During the May Day period, my mother was a little uncomfortable, and my younger brother was busy with work, so in order to make it easier to take care of her, I took my mother to my house. The two are not far away, less than ten minutes away. I beckoned her to wash up and go to bed at night, and I had mixed feelings when I saw her sleeping next to me.
I remember when I was a child, my mother was so young. She has fair skin and a well-proportioned figure, and although she works in the fields all day, she looks at the water and tenderness, and her thick and long braids are so beautiful. (If you want to appreciate the masterpiece written by Mr. Tian Xiaoye last time, please click the following link: In the three years of junior high school, the only bottle of braised noodles I ever bought)
My mother is not only beautiful, but also a well-known filial daughter-in-law, since I was a child, I have never seen my mother and grandmother blushed once, and a "mother" called so close, so when I was a child, I saw other people's families quarreling, and I couldn't understand why the family quarreled!
Because the mother is not only beautiful but also kind, and the popularity in the village is very good, whoever marries a daughter-in-law, as long as it is suitable, is vying to let the mother be a female guest.
This is a thing that makes my mother happy and sad, happy that the villagers lift her up, and sad that she does not have a decent dress to wear. As long as the date of picking up relatives is set, the mother will go to the house with a better relationship and similar age to borrow clothes in advance, and wash them and send them back after wearing them for a day.
Later, my mother was ruthless, and simply went to the store to catch the market, and spent 60 yuan to buy a beige tweed top, which brought great comfort and confidence to my mother, and temporarily bid farewell to the embarrassment of having to borrow clothes when encountering happy events. To this day, this dress is still in the wardrobe of my hometown. This dress carries too many memories of my mother.
When it comes to doing farm work, my mother doesn't say second, no one in the village dares to say first, a well-known "doer". The family has more than a dozen acres of land, mainly growing wheat, sweet potatoes, and peanuts, but only sweet potatoes are sold for money, and the planting area is also the largest. There are only two people in the farm, my father and mother, and my grandmother, who is very old, cooks at home and takes care of my sister and brother.
Dad worked hard and grinded, and his temper was not good, and he had to sleep for a while after eating lunch and then go to the field.
Mother is a quick-tempered and high-spirited person, and she doesn't want to fall behind in any work, not only does she not rest at noon, but she doesn't come back to the field at all.
After my father's lunch break, he drove a tricycle down to bring some rice to my mother, either steamed buns and pickles and mung bean soup, or noodles that had already been lumped together.
In my memory, my mother always had endless energy. It's time to produce sweet potatoes in autumn, go down to the ground before dawn, wade through the dew and rake the ground dry, and the sun is not willing to rest at noon. In the evening, when everyone else finished work and went home, my mother still didn't leave, so she had to shave the sweet potatoes that day into sweet potato chips one by one, and sprinkle them in the adjacent wheat field to dry.
During the busy farming season, my mother went out early and returned late, and my brother and I sometimes didn't see her for ten days and a half months, and we both followed my grandmother when we ate and slept. More than a dozen acres of sweet potatoes, from the spring seedlings, summer seedlings, autumn rake out, through her hands, over and over again busy can not change much money.
When I was eight years old, my family harvested more than 10,000 catties of dried sweet potato chips, which were sold for more than 1,000 yuan. The croppers are too hard to farm, and in this life, we are just pulling sticks to ask for food and sending our children out of the countryside. ”
Listening to their conversation, I slept very soundly, maybe the confidence of parents is the confidence of children's growth. Since then, my brother and I have known that everything in our family is to be frugal in order to provide us with education and success, which is also the only goal of the whole family.
In the summer, when the neighbors bought watermelons and drank Coke, I led my younger brother home from school and watched him watch others eat all the time. I was three years older than my brother, and I knew I had to take him away so that no one could see the joke. is so hungry that we drool, and we won't hum our parents to buy watermelon to eat, because we both know that the family is thrifty just to let the two of us study, so we don't feel wronged.
Occasionally, my mother would buy us a bottle of oral music, and five bowls would be placed on the table, and each person would pour a little bit.
I took small sips and tasted it, reluctant to swallow it directly, and tried to keep the taste of the mouth in my mouth for a while as much as possible, and finally did not forget to soak the bottle in warm boiled water before drinking. Mother always tasted a small bite, and gave her share to the younger brother, who took the bowl and raised his neck to drink it all, licking his mouth and laughing, and the mother laughed too.
As long as there is income in the field, the parents always leave the money that must be spent, and save the rest, and they will not let go of the five yuan. I don't set aside any money to buy groceries and clothes, and it's okay all year round. My aunt's family often wore clothes from my aunt's house, and their family was in business in the early years, and the conditions were relatively well-off. Every time my aunt came, she always wrapped the clothes they didn't wear into a big bag and brought them to us, including socks.
One summer, my mother made me wear a very silky light green dress to school, and when I came to school, my classmates laughed at me for wearing a nightgown to school, and I cried and went home, and I was already in junior high school at that time, and my mother just thought it looked good, but I knew it was a nightgown.
The family is more frugal in terms of eating, in addition to seasonal vegetables, the green and yellow season is a variety of pickles.
If you have the opportunity to go to the market, you don't go to buy vegetables, but to pick up the vegetable vendors to break off the cabbage you don't want, and make a big pot of sauerkraut after washing it, which is enough for a family to eat for a winter.
Only grandma can eat an egg every day, and every morning the water in the pot is boiling, and the mother first beats a poached egg for grandma and brings it to grandma, which is considered morning tea. Grandma was warm after drinking, and after getting up, she helped her mother make breakfast together.
Occasionally, the hen in the family would run into someone's wheat field and be poisoned, which was the happiest time for me and my brother. While feeling sorry for the hen that laid the eggs, the mother quickly removed all the internal organs from the hen's belly, cleaned the chicken, and made us fried chicken. The rich fragrance was immediately visible to my brother and I when we walked into the alley after school.
We scrambled home with our school bags in our hands, picking up a piece of chicken and throwing it into our mouths, eager to chew the bones together.
Mother saw that we were satisfied, and her heart was not so uncomfortable, of course, the meat that was good to gnaw must be grandma's, and my mother needless to say, my brother and I would leave good meat to grandma.
Until one time, the family hadn't eaten meat for a long time. My brother asked me if I wanted to eat it, and I said I wanted to eat it. Soon after, several hens in the family died, and it turned out that the younger brother ran into the wheat field, picked up the wheat mixed with pesticides from other people's houses, and sprinkled it on the hens at home, and the hens were poisoned before they could leave the house.
This time we had enough chicken, but my brother's buttocks were also red and swollen by my father. Now every time I think about it, I always feel that it is a kind of luck, I have repeatedly eaten chickens that have been poisoned by medicine, and every time I can be safe, grateful to God for our family's care.
Later, the conditions at home were a little better, and my grandmother was almost eighty years old, and my mother couldn't bear to let my grandmother suffer, so she fed the goats, and there were more and more sheep in the family.
The day of slaughtering sheep is the saddest day for me and my brother, we will cry when we slaughter any sheep, and we give each lamb a name.
After school, I went to herd sheep after homework, which one of them was our close friends, at first we were angry and didn't eat, but after a few days, I forgot to be sad when I smelled the fragrant mutton, and picked up the horn of the meat and bones to gnaw.
My mother often used lamb bone broth to make noodles, and the meat was usually eaten tightly by my grandmother. Mutton is hot, grandma eats meat and drinks soup and doesn't cough much in winter, until grandma leaves peacefully at the age of eighty-four, a bowl of egg tea in the morning, and the habit of eating carrot stewed mutton in winter has been adhered to.
Grandma is gone, and my mother is very sad, and she has spread all the covers on her grandmother's bed. Until now, my grandmother has been gone for 20 years, and it has been 15 years since I moved from the countryside to the city, and my mother's bed is still covered with the quilt that my grandmother used to have. I said it was too hard to replace her with a new one, and she said she didn't want to say anything, this was the only thing she thought about her grandmother.
His grumpy and hard-working father also left four years ago. After her father left, her mother obviously aged a lot, although her younger brother took care of her meticulously, she could say what she wanted to eat and what she wanted to wear, but her seventy-year-old mother was still very thrifty, she was reluctant to pour leftovers, and she was reluctant to throw away leftovers.
Some time ago, I took her back to my hometown to pick locust flowers, and my younger brother asked my mother to bring two cooked pig's trotters and two large boiled bones, so that the two of us could eat them at noon. As a result, at noon, she saw the neighbor's uncle eating steamed buns, so she asked me to give the pig's trotters and big bones to the uncle, saying that it is convenient for us to eat anything in the city, let your uncle eat it, and I am happy to watch him eat it. The meat was given away, and our mother and daughter ate a bowl of boiled noodles at noon.
This is my mother, and her heart always shines like gold at all times. Looking at the wrinkles on my mother's face, her gray and sparse hair, and listening to her snoring one after another, I felt very happy. I am grateful to my parents for the good life of my brother and me with a lifetime of hard work, and thank my mother for occasionally having a minor illness, so that my daughter can sleep with you in her arms, just like when you were a child.
Mom, I love you so much!
Tian Xiaoye, a native of Yuzhou City, has a cheerful personality, treats work seriously and responsibly, treats people sincerely, is good at communication, self-motivated, can constantly improve himself, and has enterprising spirit and team spirit. In 2023, he was rated as an excellent correspondent by Henan Daily.
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