08-16
Look at this, yellow orange orange golden brilliant, round and full, can't wait to throw it into the mouth, wow, fragrant and sweet, happy drunk ha. When I was very young, I pretended to work in the field, and now I think that parents cultivate their children's ability and habits to work, because after all, they are too young to do much work. Anyway, most of the time is just to catch grasshoppers in the wheat field, small pheasants and doves, looking for the same kind of thing as the cherry tomatoes in the bean field to play, looking for the kind of purple fragrant end that is grunting and purring, and sometimes it is not clear to eat the other, that is, the stinky end. Anyway, I still don't know the scientific name. Once my mother suddenly touched a bouquet of incense for me to eat, that was the first time I knew that there was such a delicacy. I've fallen in love with the taste ever since. Cool and sweet, wow, delicious don't want.
Nearly fifty years have passed, and the appearance of my mother at that time was very blurry and blurry, and her hands were not clear, but the smell, the taste of my eyes, the taste of satisfaction when I saw my happiness, became clearer and clearer. And I, I should have eaten it all, and didn't give my mother one. I actually wanted it after eating! This, too, is clear.
The mother was gone, gone for a few years, and in retrospect, the mother had a difficult life for the rest of her life. Only pay. But never asked me for anything. Whether it's money, labor or companionship. Any time I can play a trick and say I don't want to do it, my mother will say, you rest. Until the mother was paralyzed in bed, until she died, even if she was uncomfortable, she did not make any demands on her children. When the last limit came and fainted, I said keep working hard, we go to the hospital, we have to try to live will be fine, my mother shook her head. There were tears in his eyes. I didn't know how to remember, how to describe, no words could express my guilt for my mother. I deeply felt the pain of the son's desire to raise and not to wait.
Mother's love is always the most beautiful word in the world!