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I have written about my mother many times, and somehow I just don't get tired of writing. It feels like there's a lot to say, a lot to write about.
Every time I wrote something different from what I felt, I chased after her bit by bit, like when we were children, my mother chased us with her mobile phone to take pictures.
She's in her fifties, and her age has always been a topic I dare not talk about. Afraid that she will grow old, afraid that she will enter the ranks of sixty, afraid that she will one day be commensurate with the old man.
Mom looks ordinary, is not very tall, is not very well maintained, and has many wrinkles on her face.
Every time I told her to get a beauty card, she would stare at her eyes, "What to do, there is no one to do anymore, spend money blindly, besides, I have the kung fu to go." ＂
You don't have kung fu, you don't go to work, you just take your grandchildren occasionally, you sit downstairs when you have nothing to do, play poker with a bunch of aunts, nag, why don't you have kung fu? Afraid of spending money to say it directly, and it is not that I do not do it for you, it is really difficult to speak.
She never went to work in her life, and when she was young, she followed her father to farm in the village, suffered a lot, and later went out to do business, and a lot of heart.
When people are a little older, they want to be stable. Every day, when it was time for dinner, he would call my brother and me and let us go to dinner.
We were not polite, dragging the family with our mouths, carrying some turnips, greens, and went in a big way. Went to the children to find very much, always can clean her tidy home toss not look good, she is not annoyed, just with a feather duster chased behind the ass, non-stop nagging, be careful, don't bump into the corner of the table, don't fall, hey, don't touch my flowers...
Sometimes when I think about it, I always feel that I am not yet married, and I go back to my mother's house to rub rice in two days, just like when we were young, and we eat the meal made by my mother around the table.