Mother's wish

□ Jiang Xiaolin

The old mother was lonely, and fifteen years after the death of the father, the mother was lonely for fifteen years. Lonely like the old tree standing in the field outside the window, its leaves have been swept away by the cold wind, and the light black bark is vicissitudes, deep in time. Every morning, my mother would stand in front of the window and look at the old tree in a daze. It was as if the mother had lived herself into a tree, a towering tree that shielded her from the wind and rain.

Dongyang walked in through the glass window, the last rays of the setting sun illuminating her white hair, and her mother sitting alone on the sofa. Slightly closed eyes, guarding her time, feeling the warmth of the winter sun, she is like this every day, sitting with her eyes always closed, looking as if she is sleeping, I don't know if she is really sleeping or thinking about problems. The red light of the natural gas fire shone on her pale face, the TV was on, and I was afraid of arguing with her, so I gently turned off the TV. She seemed to wake up from a dream: "What are you doing turning off the TV?" I'm still watching it. She opened her mouth suddenly, and her eyes opened with it. She obviously closed her eyes, where she was looking. Maybe it was the sudden silence of the TV, which she didn't feel used to. "I see you're asleep, afraid of disturbing you." I turned on the TV again. "I'm not asleep, I'm listening". She said softly. I understood that my mother was listening to the TV with her ears and then feeling it with her heart.

Although her elderly mother was illiterate, she had a unique understanding and way of thinking. Watch the wild African wilderness on TV, the bloody scenes full of killing. The mother was always full of pity and worried about the fate of the animals. Sometimes, she asks me, "Why do buffalo get bitten to death by tigers so often?" Why are zebras eaten by lions? Finally, she came to her conclusion by saying to herself, because cattle and zebras eat grass, lions and tigers eat meat, meat is fine grain, grass is coarse grain, so those who eat grass can't eat meat. This is the world in her heart.

A month ago, my mother had just passed her ninetieth birthday, ten years ago due to cerebral infarction disability never walked out of this house, my more than a hundred square meters of house is the whole world of my mother, every day, she pestle that small wooden chair in this room walked hard, that small wooden chair, became the mother's hands and feet, ten years by the mother, the smooth paint surface has long been mottled, the small wooden chair made a creaking sound, as if it is talking to the mother, telling the mother's life hardships and life as usual.

On my ninetieth birthday, I was sending off the last group of guests at the hotel, and my mother suddenly made a request to see the old house that had long been relocated. I said, "There's something beautiful about the old house, it's been seven or eight years since I moved out, and it's changed." "Desperately trying to prevent her mother from letting her go, a ninety-year-old man, afraid that she will touch the scene." But the whole family has never had a stubborn mother, she has to go. There was no way but to cling to her, the second brother drove the car to pull her, and the old family urinated and headed for the old house.

My old house has long fallen into the depths of time, and the courtyards, fields, and mountain beams of the past have become quite modern industrial parks. The mother's root vein is here, the second brother took the mother out of the car, the eldest sister hurriedly removed the wheelchair from the trunk of the car to let her sit on it, but the mother just had to stand hard, stand in her familiar homeland, look at her familiar earth, watch over her own homesickness, the old home has long gone, the peach trees, plum trees, and citrus trees planted by her own hands in front of the house are gone; the melons, fruits and vegetables planted in the soil are gone; the old wells she and her father drilled are gone. All her familiar breath, the appearance of life, the familiar nostalgia of the countryside were lost in this land.

Suddenly, the mother began to cry and muttered to herself: A good family, now moving in all directions. The second aunt and the eldest sister hurriedly persuaded their mother, but the more the mother cried, the more sad she became. Fortunately, the cousin was in a hurry and said hurriedly: "Auntie, this is your old house!" Come, let's take a family portrait. A large family hurriedly echoed, and the mother's eyes were red, and she stopped crying. The family lovingly gathered around their mother and fixed the "home" in their hearts with vivid expressions. The camera in the cousin's hand clicked and clicked, and the strong family affection smoothed out the mother's "nostalgia".

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