When Chrysanthemum Daddy was twenty-eight years old, he brought back a beautiful girl as a daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law's mother's family is thousands of miles away in the south, and after giving birth to a small chrysanthemum the next year, the mother is gone. Listening to the adults, the mother could not stand the suffering of the countryside in the mountains, and she quarreled with her father and left. Since then, Chrysanthemum has become a child without a wife.
When Chrysanthemum was ten years old, the grandmother who was dependent on each other also gave up one afternoon in the winter, and the father came back alone to bury the old woman and said to the chrysanthemum: "Flower, my bitter child, my father still wants to find a mother for you." Chrysanthemum saw tears flashing in her father's eyes, and Chrysanthemum wanted to say, "Father, I don't want my mother, I want you to be by my side." But the lips pursed, and finally did not say it, and Daddy had already turned his head and left.
The children who are suffering from life know things early, the chrysanthemums who are fostered in the aunt's house know the hardships of the aunt, the uncle and the two cousins are working in the field, and there are several acres of fields inside and outside the family that the aunt takes care of alone. Every day when she came back from school, Chrysanthemum would help her aunt with housework. After doing the housework, she would sit alone on the edge of the ditch thinking about her father, and even more thinking about the mother who had no impression. She often thought that the brightest star in the sky could also be seen by the lady, she looked at the stars at home, and the mother looked at the stars in the distance, thinking and thinking, the stars became the big eyes of the mother. She wanted to hear her mother call "chrysanthemum", and she wanted to call out to her mother, but she was timid, but she did not dare to shout out, she was afraid that the woman she wanted to call her mother would twist away, that way, maybe she would never see her mother.
Chrysanthemum began to enjoy time alone. When autumn came, the wild chrysanthemums on the mountain bloomed, and she would be inexplicably excited to see their golden flowers. She also hated the mountains of plants, and she didn't like to see them wither day by day, so that she would be inexplicably sad.
Slowly, chrysanthemums stayed on the mountain longer and longer, and people said that chrysanthemums were a wild woman. So the name of the chrysanthemum was forgotten, and it was replaced by a wild chrysanthemum.
Wild chrysanthemums often sit next to blooming wild chrysanthemums, mourning the fall of each petal. One day she suddenly felt like a mountain full of wild chrysanthemums. Without other flowers to accompany, wild chrysanthemums bloom alone in the mountains, and the blossoms are immediately loving.
One day she suddenly wanted to take care of the flowers in the mountains, wanted them to bloom longer, but how could she take care of the flowers all over the mountains, and she was sad for a long time. Finally, with tears in her eyes, she chose a flower that was in full bloom, with only one branch, and she poured a little water on her every day, and every few days she would pick up a few sheep dung and bury it under her roots.
Daddy's got a letter!
What good news for wild chrysanthemums! Dad also sent a pair of beautiful sneakers to Wild Chrysanthemum, and Dad told Wild Chrysanthemum in the letter that the mother had been found, but she had become the mother of another child, and the father of that child was a rich man driving a Mercedes.
Wild Chrysanthemum carefully wrapped up the brand-new shoes and Daddy's Laixin's old clothes and quietly placed them in her suitcase. She wanted to wait until Daddy came back to put it on and let Daddy see how happy she looked when she put on her beautiful new shoes. However, she waited and waited until the other fathers came home with the big bags of beautiful clothes they bought for the children, and when they went out again, their father still did not come back, and he never wrote her a letter for a while, let alone sent anything once.
This year's winter came early. The wild chrysanthemum found that her wild chrysanthemum slowly withered, and she knew that with her efforts, the wild chrysanthemum could not last long.
Wild Chrysanthemum found a few finger-thick bamboo sticks and a piece of discarded plastic paper to cover the poor little flower. She wanted to use her last efforts to make the wildflower bloom for a while, even for a day.
On this night, the roaring north wind mixed with the dust blew all night, the early morning sky was gray, and the buds and valley poles where people gathered around the roots of large trees were twisted from side to side by the wind, and a thin layer of twisted ice had formed in the ditch at the door. The wild chrysanthemums who had risen early to go to school could not take much care of them, and hurriedly ran to the mountain, but where was the shadow of the small sunlight she had erected, the flower poles of the wild chrysanthemums had fallen to the ground, and the piece of plastic paper hung on a branch of a tree in the distance and whistled with the wind.
Wild chrysanthemums fell ill. She sat stupidly on the windy hillside for a morning, and by the time the teacher and aunt found her, it was already burning badly.
In the hospital, the teacher told Wild Chrysanthemum a good news: the county government notified that the production line of 10,000 electric vehicles per year that will be put into production is all for the parents of left-behind children, and Chrysanthemum Daddy is also among the recruits.
In the warm ward, Chrysanthemum lay on the bed with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, she saw the shining star, and the stars flashed and flashed, like the eyes of a very beautiful woman. Oh, that's clearly the mother! She heard a soft cry again, it was her mother calling to her, and she saw her father standing in front of the bed, and took out a pile of beautiful clothes bought for her. Chrysanthemum smiled sweetly, and a few teardrops fell on the pillow, wet into a blooming chrysanthemum.
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