Appreciation of the beauty of the text | My Mother (excerpt) Author: Hu Shi Recitation: Wang Hui

Author: Hu Shi Recitation: Wang Hui

My mother was widowed at the age of twenty-three and was the stepmother of the house. This kind of life pain, my stupid pen can not write ten thousand one two. The family's finances are not rich, and they all rely on the second brother to operate and dispatch in Shanghai. The eldest brother has been a loser since he was a child, smoking opium and gambling, the money will be light in his hand, he will go home to make up his mind when he is gone, and when he sees the incense burner, he will take it out to sell, and take out the tin teapot and take it out. Several times, my mother invited ben to come and set a monthly fee for him. But he was always insufficient, and everywhere he owed tobacco debts and gambling debts. Every year Chinese New Year's Eve there was always a large group of debt collectors in my house, each with a lantern, sitting in the hall and refusing to go. Big Brother has long since avoided it. The two rows of chairs in the hall were filled with lanterns and creditors. My mother walked in and out, cooking Chinese New Year's Eve meals, thanking the god of the stove, pressing the old money, etc., just as if she had never seen this group of people. In the middle of the night, it was almost time to "close the door", my mother went out through the back door, and a neighbor from the central government came to my house, and each debtor developed a little money. Doing a good job of doing evil, this group of debt collectors walked out one by one carrying lanterns. After a while, the big brother knocked on the door and came back. My mother never scolded him. And because it was New Year's, she never showed a little anger on her face. I have lived six or seven times in this New Year.

The eldest sister-in-law is the most incompetent and the most ignorant person, and the second sister-in-law is a capable and very narrow person. They often quarreled because of my mother's kind example, and they had not yet openly scolded each other. When they are angry, they just don't speak, don't answer, and put their faces down, making people ugly; when the second sister-in-law is angry, her face turns blue, and she is even more afraid of people. The same was true when they were angry with my mother, I didn't understand this set at first, and then I gradually understood how to look at people's faces. I came to understand that the most disgusting thing in the world is an angry face; the most vulgar thing in the world is to show the angry face to others, which is worse than scolding.

My mother has a lot of temperament and a good temperament, and because she is a stepmother and stepmother, she is more attentive to everything and extra tolerant of everything. My eldest brother's daughter was only a year younger than me, and her eating clothes were always the same as mine. I had a small argument with her, and it was always me who suffered, and my mother always blamed me and asked me to let her do everything. Later, the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law both gave birth to sons, and when they were angry, they scolded the children to get angry, and on the one hand, they scolded others with harsh and prickly words. My mother just pretended not to hear. Sometimes, she really couldn't help it, so she quietly walked out the door, or went to the left neighbor's sister-in-law's house to sit for a while, or went to the back door to the back neighbor's sister-in-law's house to gossip. She never quarreled with her two sisters-in-law.

Every sister-in-law is angry, often for ten days and half a month without rest, walking in and out every day, with a straight face, biting her mouth, and scolding the children. My mother only endured, and to the day when it was really unbearable, she also had her own method. At dawn on this day, she did not get up and cried softly. She did not scold a single person, only cried her husband, cried that she herself was miserable, and could not keep her husband to take care of her. When she cried first, her voice was very low, and she gradually cried out. I woke up and tried to persuade her, but she refused to stay. At this time, I could always hear a door in the front hall (the second sister-in-law lived in the east room of the front hall) or the back hall (the second sister-in-law lived in the west room of the back hall) with a door open, and a sister-in-law walked out of the room and walked towards the kitchen. After a while, the sister-in-law came knocking on our door. I opened the door and she walked in, holding a bowl of hot tea, and brought it to my mother's bed, persuading her to stop crying and asking her to drink hot tea. My mother slowly stopped crying and reached for the tea bowl. The sister-in-law stood and persuaded for a while before withdrawing. Not a single word mentioned anyone, nor did a single word mention the angry face of the past ten days and a half months, but everyone knew in their hearts that the sister-in-law who came in for tea was always the person who had been angry for ten days and half a month. Strangely enough, after this cry, there were at least a month or two of peaceful and quiet days.

My mother was the kindest and gentlest to anyone, and never uttered a word that hurt people's feelings; but she was also very strong at times, free from the slightest insult to her personality. My fifth uncle was a ronin who had no right job, and one day he complained in the smoke house, saying that my mother always asked someone for help when there was something in her family, and probably there was always some benefit to him. This sentence reached my mother's ears, and she cried so angrily that she invited a few members of the Ben family to come and call uncle five, and she confronted him with questions about what benefit she had given someone. It wasn't until Uncle Five confessed his mistake in public that she gave up.

I lived under my mother's teachings for nine years and was greatly and deeply influenced by her. I left her at the age of fourteen (actually only twelve hundred two or three months old), and I was alone in this vast sea of people for more than twenty years, and no one ever disciplined me. If I can learn the slightest bit of good temper, if I can learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive people and be considerate of people - I have to thank my loving mother.

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