Mother's "lies"
"I hope you are loved, I want you to be happy, I hope my hands can block the ......wind for you" During the break, there was a song "It's a mother is a daughter" in my ears, and at the moment when I heard the song, I suddenly recalled that yesterday's mother's voice was swallowed up by the news that came one after another before I listened to it, and I slid down again and again to find the "eye-catching" prompt.
"Are you busy these days? Does applying that ointment work? It was only at this moment that I noticed that my mother's tone of voice began to become calm, even a little cautious, I once casually talked about skin allergies on the phone, she asked me about the situation for a few days, and planned to take the photos I took of her to the hospital to prescribe medicine and send it to the unit. My mother was like that, she loved to have broken thoughts, and when she saw me hurt, she tried her best to heal me.
Even if she walks all over the rivers, lakes and seas, plains and mountains, she can't walk out of her mother's arms, and she always warms her family's years and years. I remember when I was in the second year of junior high school, my father suddenly lost the retina of his right eye and was rushed to the hospital for surgery.
During my school days, I would keep in touch with my family on campus every week, and I didn't hang up until my roommate kept urging me. My father's hospitalization months often ended the phone call, and whenever I was about to share an interesting story about the campus, she would always say, "Son, I won't tell you first, my mother is busy picking vegetables." "Dad, why can't he get through on the phone, it stands to reason that he won't get out of the car today." I asked, puzzled. "What about the construction site over there, your dad is busier during this time", the mother blurted out without a little hesitation, "Don't call him either, in case he is driving". In this way, several phone calls were brief, and my mother's "lies" were always fabricated just right, so that I was not suspicious for a while.
My mother is an authentic farmer, in the eyes of others, she is facing the loess and turning her back to the sky and working silently, in my opinion, she is an artist of farming, even if the sweat droplets of beans roll down, she can't hide her good attitude and good smile. When the doctor told my father that his vision was affected by an infection in his left eye, my mother was stunned for a few seconds, and then said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you can't drive, you won't be bored listening to songs and doing farm work together in the future." "Mother is like this, she always looks relaxed and optimistic on the surface, but I quietly found that the beads of sweat on her cheeks, along the folds of her clothes and the sweat oozing from the palms of her hands, have long since turned into physical traces.
During the hospitalization, when my father learned that he could no longer drive, he was depressed, emotionally unstable for a while, and often sulked. Working in the fields during the day and taking care of her in the hospital at night, this was her daily life during that time.
The picture scroll of the years is floating with warm maternal love, and the little padded jacket that leaks a little is trying to become a body armor. "Hey, don't you like to eat fish heads, why are you left today?" At lunch, I asked puzzled as I watched my mother prepare to dump the fish head. "Silly boy, how can the fish head be as tender as the fish meat is delicious." Listening to my mother's words, and then looking into her gentle and long eyes, I already had the answer in my heart. It turned out that the bond between us made her accommodate again and again, and I decided to work secretly to prevent my mother from being hurt in any way.
When I was a child, you paved the way with your heart to protect my growth, and white lies reassured me; For the rest of your life, may your hands no longer always be full of pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but pick fragrant flowers wantonly, and live a carefree and unharmed life.
Author: Dai Wenlin
Organizer: Political Work Department of Fujian Armed Police Corps
Producer: Yuan Hongguo
Editor in charge: Xiong Xiuning Duty Editor: He Lin
Submission email: [email protected]
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