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No matter where we go, no matter how many ups and downs we go through, mother's love is always like a beacon that illuminates our way forward.
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Text | Zeng Ying
A few days ago on a business trip in Liuyang, one busy morning, I suddenly received a message on WeChat, which was sent by my mother, with only a short sentence: "Son, today is your birthday in the lunar calendar, I wish you a happy birthday!" Just a dozen words, but it made me teary-eyed.
I never remember my birthday on the lunar calendar, not that I have any prejudice against the lunar calendar, but I chose the more simple and easy to remember October 2 of the Gregorian calendar, the second day of the National Day. Usually at this time, during a long vacation, I can get away from the work that I have been chasing like crazy, ask for blessings from the people who love me, and have a happy meal with them. Therefore, there is no special attention and concern for the lunar birthday, which is constantly changing. Even I am still like this, not to mention my wife and children, they all ignore it by default.
But there are some things that my mother remembers, even if she has forgotten them. It can even be said that only my mother remembers. Because for her, it was a major difficulty in her life, a life scene that she can't forget.
Chinese parents are not good at telling their children about the birth of TA, and what we hear the most from childhood is that we were picked up. Some are from the trash can, some are by the railway, and some are even at the place where the phone bill is charged. My mother once told me a story about a little monkey who lived in the mountains, and one day she was naughty and fell into the water, and she rushed all the way down the mountain, and she happened to be washing clothes by the river, so she picked it up, and it was me. As for why I don't have yellow hair on my body, it's because it was washed away by the river. Before I was ten years old, I believed it all.
Then, as I grew older, my interest in the question of "how did I get here" was replaced by "where to go". Gradually, I stopped asking questions related to my birth, and I always felt that they were questions that only children would ask. After that, I didn't talk to my parents about this topic specifically.
It wasn't until 50 years later, when my mother was hospitalized for surgery, that I watched over her in the ward, and in order to relieve the pain of her post-surgery scar, I chatted with her day by day, starting with the pain and talking about my birth.
She said that my birth tossed her for ten days. Since the evening of the 11th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the stomach began to ache, and the labor pain time continued to shorten, and it was sent to the hospital, and the doctor on duty said that the uterine mouth had opened two fingers, and he was going to give birth that night. Who knew that he tossed in the hospital until dawn, and actually died down again. At that time, the conditions of the hospital made it impossible to do laparotomy, so I had to continue to wait, so I stopped and went, dragged on for ten days, and only came to the world on August 21, and my mother may have even eaten my heart at that time, right? For many years afterward, whenever I was naughty, she yelled at me, "If you were a chicken, goose or duck, I would cook you and eat it!" This line must have been deeply rooted in her heart at that time.
Of course, it is not only the pain that makes my mother so memorable. There is also a lot of sense of accomplishment in coming into this world because of my little life and because of her painful struggle. For many years afterward, all my joys and sorrows, honors and disgraces were related to her joys, sorrows, and sorrows. When something good happens, she is happier than me; In the face of setbacks, she was more uncomfortable than me.
Once I passed by a bookstore and looked in the window at a popular textbook. Mom remembered the look in my eyes. At that time, there was still half a month before her parents paid her salary, so she went to sell dozens of catties of food stamps, bought the book home, and put the book in front of me who had long forgotten the book with a happy face......
As the years go by, we grow up and enter society. Mom can no longer withstand the suffering and storms of the world for us, but her love has never diminished. When we were wronged outside and came home, my mother would always listen to us quietly and then give us the most intimate comfort. In this complicated world, mother's love is our most solid support. No matter where we go, no matter how many ups and downs we go through, mother's love is always like a beacon that illuminates our way forward.
There are some things that only my mother remembers. Let us feel enough love from this memory and pass it on from generation to generation.
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