Mother

Mother’s Day: The unforgettable miss in my heart Wu Xiande/Wen mother’s love is the greatest love, mother’s love is the purest love, and mother’s love is the purest love. Tears soaked through the two corners, recalling the childhood mother holding his hands, as if he was back to childhood, as if it was yesterday. No matter growing up, or getting married and having children, as long as the mother has a breath, the children will always be a little grown-up child in the mother’s eyes. Every time Mother’s Day comes, what makes me sad and pitiful is that I can’t see the kind and kind mother who brought up our brother and sister with all kinds of hardships in this special day like others, here, I can only say to my mother under Jiuquan, mother, every time this festival-Mother’s Day comes, your children will always care about you, for a moment, a moment, one day will never forget you, forever. Whenever this special day comes, whenever I think of my mother, tears flow under my cheek. There is a saying in China that we think twice during festivals. When festivals come, for me, a migrant worker who has been traveling outside for many years, this sentence will evoke my yearning for my relatives and mother’s kindness, and my children will never be able to repay it, this sentence will always be remembered in my heart. What makes me think more is: pitiful parents in the world, when parents are born from us, they work hard, shit, pee, and raise their children, he (she) what did you get? What are their pictures? The children they want grow up. What they want is that their children have ideals, rewards, ambitions, and what they want is definitely not returns. My father and mother are both great in my heart, but what I miss most is my mother, because my mother has a greater and deeper influence in my memory. Our brothers and sisters are in my mother’s tears, sweat in grown-up, let’s brother and sister always guilty of, mother bear bitter hardships, in our brother and sister a married, she without 1.1 drops return, she was gone, she went to the place she shouldn’t go, because when her mother left, she was only 55 years old. The only thing my mother left is that she is always engraved in the mind of our brothers and sisters. She is reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, wearing patch clothes for many years, and a figure that she will never forget. Every Spring Festival when I go back to my hometown, what I can never forget is to bring incense paper and firecrackers to my mother’s and father’s graves, kneeling there to express my filial piety to my mother and father under Jiuquan whenever I light incense paper and kneel in front of my mother’s grave, I will think of my mother’s scenes in the world, tears couldn’t help flowing out. I was born in a poor mountain village under Dabie Mountain. In the past, it was a place where people lived on their superiors for food and money for relief. There were many people and few lands. When I was 16 years old, the ruthless illness took away my father’s young life. From then on, the burden of the whole family fell on my mother, my younger brother, my younger sister and my family of five, it depends on my mother to earn work points in the production team to support. Every year, the production team gives us food. Three meals a day can only be eaten for half a year, and the rest is all provided by the superior government. In order to save food, my mother often made the meal of five people into the meal of four people. Whenever I argued with my younger brother and younger sister that the meal was not enough to eat, my mother distributed the meal in her bowl to my younger brother and sister, while my mother told us: I am not hungry. Looking back today, it is not that mother is not hungry, but that she is reluctant to eat rather than starve herself, in order not to let our brother and sister starve. What I can’t forget is that when I was in junior high school, in order to make me wear better, my mother no longer went to school barefoot on rainy days like when I was in primary school in the village, my mother took out the money of selling eggs to buy oil and salt, and went to the street to make me a good shirt and bought me a pair of leather sandals, while my mother wore clothes with patches and patches one by one, my mother had no time to make up for her work during the day, and she often sat under the dim kerosene lamp at night. Until later, my younger brother and sister, together with me, grew up one by one. My mother herself was reluctant to eat, drink and wear, and gave us something delicious, delicious and well-dressed. After the production responsibility system, in order to change the poverty of our family, my brother and I both went out to work to earn money. My mother took the farm work of the whole family by herself. No matter it was windy or rainy, my mother was never idle, spades and hoes on the back are working in the field. Every Spring Festival when we go back, we all know the hard work of my mother at home alone when we look at the food piled up in the House, but my mother has never cried in front of us. My mother told us that it was from lunar December to. She stood at the head of the village every day, looking forward to my younger brother and I coming home and family together safely like other young people who went out to work in the village until my younger brother and I, my younger sisters all got married, and my mother still cared about us as a group of children without adulthood. October, 1995 was the saddest and most unforgettable day for me. When I was working in Suzhou, I suddenly received a telegram from my younger brother that my mother died of illness from my hometown. At that time, I would never believe it, my mother who is in good health will suddenly die of illness. When I came home with Telegram and tears in my eyes, it was a mother lying on the floor who had stopped breathing and was waiting for me to go back to the coffin, my brother, my sister cried and told me that my mother was still calling your nickname when she was dying. My mother was collecting firewood on the mountain in order to let you come back to cook with firewood and carry firewood from the mountain, at night, I suddenly died of myocardial infarction and died of ineffective rescue. Hearing this, I couldn’t open my eyes to look at me even though I cried and called my mother. My mother left. She left when she pulled our brothers and sisters into adults and got married. She left when she didn’t expect a happy day. In my heart, my mother didn’t die of illness, but I was exhausted by overworking for our brother and sister, because since the day I remembered, my mother had never been idle for a day. My mother left, and what she left was the kindness that my brother and sister could never get. My mother’s kindness was as heavy as a mountain, my mother’s kindness was as endless as a river, and my mother’s kindness could never be counted and remembered. Besides, he was reluctant to eat and wear. He put on his clothes under the kerosene lamp and looked forward to him standing at the head of the village. There was also the memory and missing left in the hearts of his children forever. Today, I have grown up from a good guy in those years. My children have grown into me in those years. However, what I will always remember and cannot forget is that I failed to report my mother’s hard-working upbringing. Mother, do you know when festivals come? My son will think of you, and tears of sadness will hang on my whole cheek. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Return

I have been working outside for 12 years, and I have also been a wanderer for 12 years. My mother and I are far away from each other. Naturally, we are far away from each other. Only when I come back can we get together. Looking back at the beginning, once I disclosed my return date to my mother, my mother always tried every means to ask me about my detailed return situation, as if she was afraid that she would miss these questions she should have asked after I got home. Twelve years ago, I signed a contract to teach in a remote county near Guizhou. I opened more than two hundred kilometers with my mother in my hometown. The night before leaving home, my mother packed the cotton tyre that bed made specially for me for me. After finishing the knot neatly, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and said that I was unfamiliar with my life, all depends on my own efforts. I will go back to my hometown after long and small holidays and winter vacation. The National Day holiday was coming soon. I heard that a wireless phone was installed in the canteen in the village. I hung up a phone for the shopkeeper and agreed to make a phone call with my mother at 9 o’clock in the evening. When talking, my mother couldn’t bear the excitement and said happily to others that her son would be home in two days! When I hurried back to the county, it was already dark. I received a call from my mother from the village canteen to my mobile phone. My mother said a lot, even the neighbor’s Buffalo fell down the mountain with me. After dinner, I asked my mother why she thought of calling my phone and saying so many words. Mother said: you took a passing car for a whole day, in case you fell asleep and missed the intersection of the town and forgot to get off. You have already asked your eldest brother to wait for you in the town by motorcycle. I felt extremely ashamed at once, and forgive me for calling myself a man. In my mother’s eyes, I was the son who never grew up in her heart. She was full of expectation for my return date, but at the same time she endured the suffering of worrying about the safety of my return. People say erhangqianli mother worries, I said back Baili homalium hainanense sorrow. But mother’s sorrow permeated with the pleasure of our reunion. I think, deep in my mother’s heart, this pleasure became the spiritual support point of my journey back. Eight years later, I quit my job and went to the provincial capital for further study for three years. My mother came to that remote small county to take care of my children. My main journey back in the past three years is always divided into two sections: first, I took a three-hour train; Then I took a four-hour bus. My mother hasn’t seen a real train so far. The first time she heard that I was taking a train, she asked me doubtfully whether it was safe to take a train, I replied vividly as much as possible that the real train was like a big box connected one by one. There were countless iron wheels under the box, and the iron wheels were running like a long ladder tightly, they always run regularly without falling down. My mother’s Hanging Heart was finally relieved. I finally understood that I didn’t do well in taking the train and didn’t communicate well with my mother before taking the train, at least I didn’t make it clear that the train was a very safe, efficient and convenient means of transportation, which made my mother bear the worries I shouldn’t have had on the way back. Two years ago, I went back to work in the city. The distance between me and my mother was far or near, and the transportation was certainly more convenient. However, due to my job responsibilities and the restriction of my small family in the county, I couldn’t go home conveniently, I can only go back to my hometown during the holidays. My mother was obviously less enthusiastic about my return ten years ago. Even if I clearly stated the specific date of my return home, I could not feel the excitement of my mother in the early years, instead, she replied briefly, for example, oh, it’s good to go home, then I soak soybean and cook tofu at night. My mother has passed the year of flower armour, and I have passed the year of standing. Her main range of activities for sixty years is no more than a few kilometers. Mother took the tile house of her hometown as Dot and the farthest dry land as radius, which seemed to delimit an invisible life circle for herself. Now, every time I return, it has become a precious thing in the river of my life. Whenever the car drove into the crossroad of the town and rushed to the hometown village where my mother lived for a long time, my thoughts always surged. The mountains, mountains, rivers and rivers have left the shadow of mother’s hard work. Her waist has been bent into a bow, and she has refined it into a perseverance strength through hard work, shoot me to the city. The closer I got to the village, the more timid I was. I was really afraid that the ruthless years would dye my mother’s hair white. However, I still look forward to the arrival of the return date, because the return date is always fixed, which is the most tacit agreement between me and my mother. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Written in

This is the first rain that has fallen here since entering spring, so it makes people feel particularly precious. When we met for the first time, the spring rain was still like this, ticking and singing the melody of early spring. Light rain didn’t last too long, but it still moistened our mood of Spring head. The existence of this spring rain was indispensable under my pen tip! There is a saying here: spring rain is as expensive as oil. Every time when spring comes, I was born in the countryside, and I can really feel the mood brought by spring rain to farmers whenever I can encounter spring rain and the situation that we rely on the weather to eat is extremely lucky. Therefore, for this sentence, I think I am can understand the meaning of the word “expensive” best. This word “expensive” has at least few meanings. Rare things are the most expensive, perhaps the expensive here can best explain the meaning of spring rain in this season? The raindrops began to be a little big, and gradually with the rain getting bigger and bigger, the raindrops gradually became thin lines. I was intoxicated in this early spring drizzle, and my mood was gradually wet in this spring rain! Spring cannot lack spring rain, just as winter cannot be without snow. Spring without spring rain lacks vitality and vigor. However, the Best of Both Worlds has never happened in our memory. Therefore, I fell into the excitement of this spring rain. Ask and think alone. Listening to the rustling rain, my calm heart was wet by the rain, and gradually followed the steps of the rainforest to Yuan Ye, to the countryside, to the embrace of spring! Spring Rain, thin, under the gloomy light, like thin lines, coming from the dark night! Soon the rain got wet on the ground, and I couldn’t help feeling the rain. I called my sister in the countryside and heard her saying it was raining at home in the first sentence. In fact, what I want to know most is the information about the rain? Here, there is less rain in spring. Every time when farming the land, my parents were worried about it, fearing that there would be no rain, so they could not plant the land. Nowadays, the status quo of depending on the weather is still the main way of life here. Therefore, the arrival of spring rain is undoubtedly a great comfort and encouragement for our farmers here. Because I was born in the countryside, and paying attention to the weather in the countryside has already become the habit of life, so no matter where I go, I will pay attention to the spring rain in my hometown. Maybe I have planted such expectation for spring rain since I was young, therefore, I am so stingy with the mood when the spring rain comes. A good start is half of success, although the spring rain in front of me is so short, but after all, this has made a start for this spring. I must use my most sincere words to praise this spring rain. I walked out of the outdoor and placed myself in the rain. When the rain flowed through my skin and penetrated into my heart, I thought that the rain was just like a cup of tea from spring at midnight, light, my memory got wet again and again. At this moment, I am just like standing on a hill in the countryside in spring, overlooking the time submerged by spring rain for a long time, the long-lost mood, with the early spring rain permeating in my memory, a seed, if there is no moisture of spring rain, where is the hope? A hint of green, without the caress of spring rain, will also be dried up into a black idea. The rain in early spring is like sweet nectar, flowing through our mood, moistening our hope again and again, and letting the seeds of our hope start to sprout, take root and blossom in this season! After all, it was the first time that I met this spring rain at the beginning of this year. With the gentle spring rain, many kinds of feelings grew leisurely and dried up the heart of a season. In this spring rain, the original peace and quietness were broken. When I am in love with Xiaoyu, I think of the river in my hometown when I was a child, The Willows on both sides of the river, and the smiling faces of youth falling in the years; I think of the mountains behind my hometown, and the grass at the foot of the mountains; I think of my hometown home and peach trees growing in the courtyard; I think of my childhood companions and the shadows left by them. I think of the distant youth, the beautiful image left by youth; I think of the ancient folk songs, the spring feelings sung in folk songs, the thoughts full of eyes, the mood ups and downs, and my heart dancing in the thin spring rain, I opened the peaceful sea of my heart again and again. The memory that went away was like a warm story, inspiring and inspiring me! Walking on the journey of seeing mountains is not mountains or water, I can’t believe what I see in my eyes. Just imagine, it’s not that I have suspicious humanity, but some things made me unable to believe my eyes in this life. For a period of time, when I encountered something, I once struggled, sank, and even felt a little desperate. However, when I calmed down, I found that everything had nothing to do with myself. Why did I put myself in a furnace of annoyance to kill my life? I have always advocated that we should treat life with a positive attitude towards life, and face life with a positive mind, so that life can feel infinite happiness, especially we can’t look at the results of life. Maybe failure or success, but no matter which result, the process is very important to our life experience. Ordinary I always regard myself as the grass in the nature, unknown, hot in the time of life, silently dyed the surrounding land with my life. Never discouraged, so every time I face the coming of spring, I will confidently put my enthusiasm into the embrace of this season. Now, it is another time for spring to come. In this affectionate land, I firmly believe that after the moistening of this spring rain, the footsteps of spring on the Earth will get closer and closer, the scenery of our life will also be rewarded in this spring. Spring is the time to give people a firm belief. We must have enough faith and belief, and the spring in front of us. Praise in 2015.3.17 (prose editor: Ink drops become wounds) snow vanishing in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…