"The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer's shirt is clothed."
The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late. ”
Mother's hand is threaded
Text/Zou Tongyu
My mother turns 80 this year. The legs and feet are not so sharp, and the hearing is obviously not as good as in previous years. Since my father left two years ago, I have always wanted to move her from the countryside to the city to live with us, but she just won't, only after winter comes, the rural hometown drips into ice, she has no reason not to come to the city.
The mother who came to the city did not want to go downstairs when she went upstairs, and she did not want to go upstairs when we went downstairs, because we lived on the 6th floor, so after we went to work, she could not leave her needle and thread all day. Whenever I see the reading glasses on the bridge of my mother's nose and the needle and thread in her hand, I am reminded of the poem: The thread in the mother's hand, the clothes of the wanderer, the tight seams before the trip, the fear of delay.
The progress of the times, the development of society, the prosperity of the economy, the mother has long been no longer necessary to sew clothes for us, but the needle and thread in the mother's hand will always be her inseparable concern for her children and grandchildren, and sewing and repairing will always be an indispensable note in the mother's life.
There was not much sewing to do, and the mother sewed insoles except for the socks, sewing winter and summer; sewing for her son for her daughter-in-law, sewing for her granddaughter-in-law; sewing for her children in the city, sewing for children and grandchildren in the countryside, sewing a lot of stitches. Whenever I put on the socks that my mother made up, I feel very comfortable in the summer and very warm in the winter.
Seeing that winter was about to pass, it was time for my mother to go back to her hometown, and she was looking forward to the warmer weather every day, while I prayed every day that God would continue to be cold.
I was relieved that the old man lived in the city, but she felt that she was free to go back to her hometown. One day, I was getting ready to go out with my lover, and before we could leave the house, she thought we were out of the house and sang:
Gold nests, silver nests, not as good as their own poor nests...
Gold shell building, silver shell building, not as good as their own hot kang head...
The new three years the old three years are sewn and patched for another three years...
Hearing my mother's singing, my lover and I were stunned, standing there not knowing what to do. In a few moments, I gently pushed open the door of my mother's room, and saw my mother singing over and over again while churning her needle and thread... Listening to my mother's inner expression like singing and talking, I signaled my lover not to disturb her, quietly withdrew, and slowly closed the security door to do business.
When I got home in the evening, my lover asked her mother casually: Mom, there is something I want to ask you, you must tell the truth! My mother didn't know what kind of medicine we were selling in the gourd, so she said: What's the matter? Just ask. The lover said: Mom, you live here, are we not treating you badly? Are you homesick? The mother did not hesitate: no! It's good to stay here, eat well, sleep well, and soak your feet every day, I don't miss home! The lover looked at me, I looked at the lover, and then I and the lover turned their eyes to the mother, laughed loudly, and blurted out invariably: Golden nest, silver nest, not as good as their own poor nest... Gold shell building, silver shell building, not as good as their own hot kang head... Singing and singing, my heart was sour. At this time, my mother knew what was going on, and said quietly: I am singing and playing, I don't want to go home, I don't want to go home.
We know that my mother wants to go back to her hometown in the countryside, where there is the old house where she and my father lived for more than 50 years, where there is the hot kangtou where she slept for more than 50 years; there are harmonious neighbors, there are familiar chickens and dogs, there is a unique smell of air... There was her real free space there.
Mother, rest assured, when the spring flowers bloom, the child will definitely send you back to your hometown.
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