In the Chinese family, the role of the mother is often that of a solid guardian. She brought us into the world, and when we were full of wings, she watched us leave our hometown and look for far away. In most people's cognition, Chinese maternal love is implicit - perhaps a full breakfast on time every morning, the health method of "experts say" in the dialog box, the sudden extra "dry food" in the suitcase when going out... The love of a mother always surrounds the child in various unexpected forms.
"My Mother" (Hu Shi)
Every day at dawn, my mother woke me up and told me to get dressed and sit up. I never knew how long she had been awake and sitting. When she saw that I was awake, she told me what I had done wrong yesterday, what had I said wrong, and asked me to admit my mistake and to study hard. Sometimes she would tell me about the benefits of my father, and she said, "You always have to follow in the footsteps of your old man." All my life I have known only this one perfect man, you have to learn from him, don't fall on his stock. (To fall is to lose face and to be ugly.) When she says it's sad, she often sheds tears. When it was dawn, she put my clothes on and urged me to go to early school. The key to the door of the school was placed in my husband's house; I first went to the door of the school and looked at it, and then I ran to his house and knocked on the door. Someone in my husband's family handed the key out of the crack in the door, so I took it and ran back, opened the door, and sat down to read a student. Of the ten days, eight or nine of them were the first to open the school. When my husband came, I memorized my birth book and went home for breakfast.
My mother disciplined me the most. She is a loving mother and a strict father. But she never scolded me or hit me in front of others. I did something wrong, she just looked at me, and I saw her stern eyes and was frightened. She waited until the next morning when I woke up to teach me a lesson. She waited until the evening when people were quiet, closed the door, first rebuked me, and then punished me, or punished kneeling, or twisted my flesh. No matter how heavy the punishment, I was not allowed to cry. She taught her son not to be angry and let others hear.
"My Family" (Shen Congwen)
My mother, whose surname is Huang, went out with one of my uncles to live in the barracks at a very young age, saw a lot of things, and seemed to read a little more books than my father. His grandfather, Huang Heqing, was the earliest local gongsheng, and the Shouwen Temple was the head of the academy, which can also be said to be the only local reader. So my mother was very young enough to read, understand medical prescriptions, and take pictures. My uncle was a man with a new mind, the first photo studio in the county was run by my uncle, and the first post office was also run by my uncle. The initial education of my brothers and sisters was all the responsibility of this thin, alert, courageous and common-sense mother. My education was much better than that of my mother, who told me to recognize words, that I knew the name of the drug, that I was determined—a decision that is extremely indispensable to being a man. My temperament is less influenced by my father and more by my mother.
"My Mother" (Lao She)
Mothers live to be old, poor to old, hard to old, all fate. She suffers the most. To help relatives, friends and neighbors, she always ran ahead: she would wash the baby three times - poor friends could spend less "please grandma" money - she would shave sha, she would shave the children's heads, she would hang the faces of young women... Whatever she can do, she has everything she needs. But quarrel and fight, never without her. She would rather suffer than be angry. When the aunt died, the mother seemed to cry out all the grievances of the first life, all the way to the cemetery. A nephew who did not know where he came from, claiming to have the right to inherit, his mother did not make a sound, taught him to remove the broken tables and benches, and gave him a fat hen raised by his aunt.
"My Mother" (Bingxin)
I thought my mother was the best of the best in the world. Not only do I think so, but so do many of my friends. She was not only my mother, but also my close friend. I have many things that I dare not say to my father, and I dare to say to her; what I cannot mention to my friends, I can mention to her. She has a modern mind and accepts everything modernly and fairly. She loves "home" passionately, thinking that a good family is the root of all happiness and strength.
"My Mother" (Zou Taofen)
My mother liked to read novels, those old novels, and she often told her sister what she was reading. She spoke charmingly, and the sister listened to it and suddenly smiled and frowned. Zhang Hui's novel could not be finished at once, and the sister was very impatient to wait for her mother to read it again, and then tell her about it after reading it. Often speaking of the suffering of an orphan girl, or the miserable situation of a righteous woman, both of them burst into tears, and tears poured down their cheeks. At that time, I stood by and watched, inexplicably, not understanding why they were crying so much for no reason, and I didn't understand why they were just as poor as they saw the scene of poverty above. Now that I think about it, I feel the richness of my mother's emotions, and I feel that her storytelling can touch my sister like that. If the mother is born in the present, she has the opportunity to make herself a teacher, and she will become a good teacher.
"My Mother" (Feng Zikai)
I left my mother at the age of seventeen to study far away. When I was leaving, my mother had a serious glow in her eyes, and she admonished me to treat people and things on the road to study and establish myself; a loving smile appeared on the corners of my mouth, and I took care of all the details of my living and eating. She prepares tuition for me, she packs me luggage, she makes me a can of fried rice noodles in lard and puts it in my net basket; she makes me a small wire board with two leads in my box and sends me out. When I returned from the holiday, as soon as I entered the store, I saw my mother sitting on the Eight Immortals chair in the northwest corner. She welcomed me home, a loving smile on her lips, and she inquired about my studies, and her eyes glowed with seriousness. In the evening, she went to the stove herself, cooked some vegetables that I loved to eat, and under the lamp she inquired about my school life, encouraging, teaching, or rebuking.
"Mother's Memory" (Sun Li)
In the two seasons of wheat and autumn, my mother worked like crazy for the crops in the field. Every day, as soon as she heard the chickens crowing, she went to the field to help harvest and fight. I came home late every day. Her body was covered with dirt and her hair was covered with firewood. The blue cloth pants were wet with a layer of white alkali, and she always lifted the placket of her pants to wipe the sweat from her face.
"Thinking of My Mother" (Liang Shiqiu)
In my childhood memories, it seems like my mother didn't have time to sleep. We are going to get up at dawn, and combing our pigtails is a big thing, and one comb after another is not finished. She had to comb her hair herself, and I remember her dipping a handful of shavings in shavings and polishing her hair. Then she was going to hurry to the errand as soon as she heard that there was movement in the upper room.
"My Mother is Spring" (Zong Pu)
Mother's love, many subtle twists and turns can not be said, can not be fully captured. It is with these subtle twists and turns that a home is formed. This man was alive everywhere, every inch of the wall, every inch of the curtain. When I was in elementary school, I wrote an essay entitled "My Family", and I wrote this aphorism: "A home, no mother is impossible." Mother is spring, it is the sun. As for whether there is a father or not, it does not matter. "The homework was exhibited at a parent-teacher conference, and my father went to see it. He came back to describe to his mother that he did not seem to care about his own position, and did not try to increase his importance in the future, but only immersed himself in his philosophical world.
"To the Mother" (Jia Pingwo)
Three years ago, every time I sneezed, I always had to say: Who wants me? My mother loves to laugh, so she said: Who wants to mile, mother wants to mile! In the past three years, I have sneezed a lot, often missed the meal time, stayed up too long, I had to sneeze, sneezed a dozen, I thought of my mother, and decided that my mother was still worried about me. My mother was worried about me, she didn't think she was dead, I felt that my mother was still there, especially when I was alone and quietly at home, this feeling was very strong. I often write when I suddenly hear my mother calling me, very really, and when I hear the cry, I habitually turn my head to the right.
"Mother" (Mo Yan)
Whenever I returned from work, I would shout loudly as soon as I entered the door, and only when I heard my mother's answer did I feel a stone fall to the ground. Once when I came back from work in the evening, my mother did not answer my cry, and I hurried to the cow pen, the mill, and the toilet to look for it, and there was no trace of my mother. I felt the most terrible thing happen and couldn't help but cry out loud. At this time, the mother came in from outside. My mother was very upset with my crying, and she thought that a person, especially a man, should not just cry casually. She asked me why I was crying. I was vague and didn't dare to say my concerns to her. My mother understood what I meant, and she said to me: Son, rest assured, Yama will not go if he does not call me! Although my mother's words were not high-pitched, they suddenly gave me a sense of security and hope for the future. Many years later, when I recalled my mother's words, my heart was even more moved, a solemn promise made by a mother to her worried son. Live, no matter how hard it is!
"Missing Mother" (Ji Xianlin)
I have had two mothers in my life: one is the mother who gave birth to me; the other is the mother of my country. I have the same high esteem and the same sincere admiration for these two mothers.
I left my birth mother at the age of six and went to live in the city. In the middle, he returned to his hometown twice, both of which were funerals, and only stayed with his mother for a few days, but still returned to the city. In the last eight years, when I was in my second year of college, my mother abandoned her and only lived for more than forty years. I cried bitterly for several years, couldn't swallow, and couldn't sleep. I really wanted to go underground with my mother. My wish did not come true. Since then I have been an orphan without a mother. A child who lacks maternal love is a person with an incomplete soul. I harbor an incomplete soul and a hatred that lasts forever. When I think of my mother, I burst into tears for decades. Now in Germany, to the lonely town of Göttingen, I don't know why, my mother often dreams.
My motherland mother, this is the first time I have left her. I was only away for a few short months, and I don't know why, but my mother also dreamed frequently. Dreaming of my mother at night, I woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream, the dream did not know where to fly. The following depicts seeing my mother in a dream. The last paragraph is: Oh my God! Won't you even give me a clear dream? I looked forward to the gray sky, and in the tears, I imagined the face of my mother.
When I was in China, I only missed, and only possible, I missed a mother. Now that I have come abroad, I have added a mother of the motherland to my remembrance. This nostalgia, when I first arrived in Göttingen, was unusually strong. It hasn't been broken since. The memory of these two mothers has been with me for ten years in Germany and eleven years in Europe.
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