#Good Autumn Time #After my legs were paralyzed, my temper became violent. Looking at the array of geese returning from the north in the sky, I would suddenly smash the glass in front of me; listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I would violently throw the things in my hands against the walls around me. My mother quietly hid out, secretly listening to my movements in a place I could not see. When all was quiet, she quietly came in again, her eyes red, looking at me. "I heard that the flowers in the North Sea are blooming, and I push you to go for a walk." She always said that. My mother loved flowers, but since my legs were paralyzed, the flowers she had served had died. "No, I'm not going!" I pounded these two hateful legs fiercely and shouted, "What's the point of my life!" My mother rushed over and grabbed my hand, suppressed her crying, and said, "Let's two of us together, work well, work well..." But I never knew that her illness had reached that step of the field. Later, my sister told me that she often had liver pain and couldn't sleep all night.
That day I sat alone in the house again, watching the leaves outside the window fall . The mother came in and blocked the window: "The chrysanthemums of the North Sea are blooming, I will push you to see." "Her haggard face showed a begging look." when? "If you want, tomorrow?" She said. My answer had already taken her to her delight. "Okay, tomorrow." I say. She was so happy that she would sit down and stand up: "Then hurry up and get ready." "Oh, annoyed?" A few steps, what's there to prepare! She also smiled, sat down next to me, and said, "After seeing the chrysanthemums, let's go to the 'imitation', you loved to eat the pea yellow there when you were a child." Remember when I took you to the North Sea? You say that the poplar flower is a caterpillar, running, squashing one foot at a time..." She suddenly stopped talking. For words like "run" and "step". She's more sensitive than I am. She went out quietly again.
She went out. Never came back.
When neighbors carried her to the car, she was still spitting blood in a big mouth. I didn't expect her to be sick like that. Watching the tricycle go away, I never thought that it was a permanent farewell.
When the neighbor's lad carried me to see her, she was breathing hard, like the hard life of her life. I was told that her last words before she fell unconscious were, "My sick son and my daughter, who is still an adult..."
It was autumn again, and my sister pushed me to beihai to see the chrysanthemums. The yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are clean, and the purple-red flowers are warm and deep, sprinkling, and the autumn wind is blooming. I understood what my mother hadn't said. My sister understands it too. We're two together, we're going to have a good job...