My Mother (I)

When my mother died I was fourteen years old, my sister was eleven years old, that winter the snow was very heavy, my father and I sold melon seeds and peanuts at the market, because the business was still good at the end of the year, although the stall was very small, but the family's eating and drinking expenses were pinned on it, did not dare to have the slightest slack, that afternoon it was very cold, a thick layer of snow, suddenly the family came to let my father hurry back, I did not worry about rushing to put away the stall goods to follow them, the wind was very strong, I did not dare to think about the reason, only felt that the cold along the way was bone-chilling, Far from home, I heard the cries of my sister and aunt, my mother left, the mother who had been tormented by the illness for more than ten years finally left us, no longer had to struggle in this world and be tormented by illness, my mother experienced ups and downs in her life, she suffered from poverty in her childhood, and she did not have a good day when she married my father, and she worked desperately in the field at home until she was exhausted... I belong to the language slow response people, at that time did not know the sadness did not know to cry, but afterwards many times remembered that the mother is tears, I don't know if she came to the world to cross the robbery in this life, for the family he paid everything, until a minute before her death is still running the family, maybe God is to see her too hard to suffer too hard, only to let her rise to heaven early, out of the sea of suffering on earth. There are still a few days to go to the thirty-sixth winter clothes festival of her death, a little mournful and a little worried, used to remember the relatives in heaven