About my mother

The last time I fed my mother a night meal, changed my diapers, and came out, it was raining heavily in the dark sky. The roads and cities ahead are dormant in the rain and fog. Packed up, drove the car, and hurried to his home in the city. The mother could not get out of bed, could not see anything, and was confused. Perhaps, if she can't wait a long time, or if she can't wait this year, she will leave us forever, leaving this miserable and beautiful world. Mother's life, ordinary and ordinary. The impression is that she is not happy', happy times. It's always time for the chickens to wake up, sweep the house, chop pig grass, and cook the family's breakfast. The bellows were pulled back and forth, whirring and panting, and the firewood in the stove reflected a sallow, old face. After breakfast, the mother put on a hoe or carried a basket on her back and went to work in the field. Mother carefully closed the rattling wooden door, put on the iron lock, and looked carefully before turning and exiting the door. She works very slowly, very carefully, always doing less than others, and her work is much lower. In the face of other people's gossip, the mother has very few words, does not talk about gossip, does not steal and slip, works hard and complains, and does not hurry to do the work at hand. At home, my father had a bad temper and scolded and beat people fiercely. After the fight, the mother wiped her tears, washed the dishes, fed the pigs, cleaned up the housework, and did what to do, as if nothing had happened. There are two things that are very busy. Once, my father cut two pounds of meat, bought a handful of noodles, and went to visit relatives. The mother firmly disagreed, hiding the meat and noodles. The father was furious and beat her up, but the third brother was angry, bit his father in the back, ran away, the father was even angrier, and took the smaller me and my brother out of anger. The mother did not know where the strength came from, pounced on him and wrestled with him. Once, I took the first place in the class in Chinese and mathematics, took the report card to show my mother, and my mother smiled and blossomed, touched my little bald head, and said that ∴ Dongwa, use more snacks, and strive to be a worker in the city when I grow up, and live better than anyone else! Zan: Gradually, I grew up, became a family, and established a business. But my mother was old and sick. Eighty-five years old, the year of ancient rarity, the age of wind and candles. The year before, he fell, fractured his arm, and was hospitalized for two months. Last year, at the third brother's house, he fell again, fractured his lumbar vertebrae, and could no longer get out of bed and could not walk. After several surgeries, my mother's body collapsed, and she had to eat and drink Lasa to be taken care of. Her life has come to an end. As a child, only by fulfilling her filial piety, let her eat well, drink well, and spend every day of her life in happiness and happiness!