Mother

Although my mother is illiterate, I think she is an artist, at least in my eyes. When I was young, the living conditions in rural areas were not very good, but my ingenious mother always tried to deal with it. She managed the dressing and eating of the whole family, which was quite reasonable. In my impression, as for the main pasta alone, my mother would have many kinds of patterns, such as Rolls, steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed buns, fried pancakes, boiled buns, vegetable nests, Leek stacks, sugar bags, steamed stuffed buns, vegetable horns, bean paste bags, jujube cakes, and pancakes are various. Nowadays, the food on the table is relatively simple, basically buying steamed buns on the street, nothing more than Rolls, steamed buns, or sesame cakes and burning. I remember that at that time, steamed buns were divided into good flour buns and miscellaneous flour buns. Good flour buns are seldom eaten, but during the Spring Festival, we usually eat mixed flour buns, most of which are corn flour mixed with good flour. It tastes a little sweet, and sometimes it is mixed with sorghum flour to make steamed buns, my father is called Huali Tiger. Some people eat pure corn flour bun, golden and golden. It’s OK to eat it once in a while, and it’s a little prickly to the throat after eating too much. The corn flour pot cake just out of the pot is delicious and delicious. When making steamed buns, my mother sometimes used noodles to make small animals such as swallows and hedgehog to coax us. Of course, it’s very simple. When the bun was almost finished, mother pulled a piece of dough, rubbed a strip on the board with both hands, then tied a knot, and pinched the head and mouth of the swallow with one hand, the other end is flattened with a knife, and the stripes are cut out, which can be regarded as the tail of the swallow. Finally, I picked two mung beans and pressed them into the head of the swallow as my eyes, so a swallow was made. When the steamed bun was finished, mother lifted the lid of the pot, and took out the swallow carefully. Ah, a white, steaming Swallow was presented in front of her, and she was really reluctant to eat it. Now the living conditions are good, so I don’t want to make mixed noodles. My mother’s needlework was also quite good. I remembered that at that time there was a needlework basket made of wicker, round, full of needlework and a small baggage, which was also my mother’s treasure, it’s just that there is nothing valuable inside, and it’s just some nice cloth for the lower legs. There was a large copper coin as a button in the package, which seemed to be Daoguang Tongbao with a diameter of about 4cm. Now I don’t know where to go, but I still have a fresh memory. Every time the neighbors got married with a wife and a daughter to cover the quilt, mother was indispensable. Everyone praised her good needlework and quick work. Later, my family bought a big bridge sewing machine. The old family called the clothes smashing machine, and my mother was even more powerful. As soon as she had spare time, her mother started to be busy with sewing machines, helping her family and neighbors. When I was young, the clothes we wore were all from my mother’s hardworking hands. Whether it was cotton-padded clothes, shoes, hats, socks, insoles, the size and style were all very suitable, we didn’t know how illiterate mothers learned it, which made us sigh. I remembered that my mother could make cotton shoes and tiger boots. At that time, I didn’t miss wearing cloth shoes made by my mother. My mother often said: wear cloth shoes to raise my feet. After arriving in junior high school, I seldom wear it because of good talk. Last year, in a thick book at home, I saw the shoes my mother used, including flat shoes, cotton shoes, Tiger boots and so on, as well as embroidered decorations. Every winter break, my mother never forgets my uncle in Cao County and makes a few pairs of cloth shoes for him. Actually, it’s nothing, just a kind of intention. A few years later, when I was fashionable to wear sweaters, my mother soon learned to knit sweaters, including woolen pants, woolen gloves, woolen socks, woolen hats and neckerchief, all of which were exquisite, so that the neighbors came to ask for the patterns and styles of sweaters. It can be said that it was my mother who used her hands to drive away the cold for us in those years. Father often told us that your mother was not simple, although she had never attended school. As for the cut cloth head, my mother was reluctant to discard it. She often sat on the sewing machine and made insoles carefully, TV covers, pillowcases and chair cushions. That is to say, after half a day, insoles, pillowcases and seat cushions with exquisite patterns and bright colors appeared in front of us like mother’s tricks. I think these works of my mother are very decorative, expressive, strong visual impact, and may also be the talent of a mother with unique aesthetic. When carrying the beautiful schoolbag that my mother sewed for us, I felt a kind of unspeakable happiness in my heart. I had a high rate of returning to school. Until now, the mother who wears the reading glasses will still make all kinds of insoles for us. There are wired hooks, embroidery and broken steps, which are simply rare artworks. When I was a child, I saw my mother had an operation on the chicken. One day, the careful mother found that the hen who could work was a little abnormal, and she felt dizzy when walking. She suspected that it had taken medicine by mistake outside. If it was not treated, she might die, mother a little painful. So I was asked to catch the sick chicken and bring it over. She found the blade used by her father to shave, pulled out the feather under the chicken neck and cut the chicken crop of the hen. As expected, there are undigested poisonous wheat grains in it. Take it out carefully, rinse it clean, sew the knife edge with needlework, and finally scatter some grass ash on the wound, then the operation is done. Not to mention, two days later, the chicken regained its vitality and began to lay an egg one day. At that time, I thought my mother was really good, a bit like a magical doctor, although it was a hen that saved the life. In my impression, my mother used sorghum straw to make pot beats (pot lid, dumpling drying and so on), which was indispensable in rural families at that time. She could make a beautiful feather duster from the feather she saved when killing chickens, which was no different from the feather sold on the street. My mother is also good at Pickles of various kinds, such as soy beans, tangsuan, dried turnips, salted eggs, pickled cucumbers, Potato Heads, tofu milk and so on. She has a wide variety of names, which adds a lot of flavor to the poor life in the past. Of course, when we were young, we played sandbags and shuttlecock, and mother took time to meet our small needs, which was economical and durable. When I was in junior high school, I liked running in the morning, and my mother even sewed a pair of sandbags on the leggings specially for me. To be honest, what was heavy was not only sandbags, but also mother’s care for her children. My mother was such a person. Although she was ordinary, she was willing to do it, loved learning, and was diligent and thrifty. Of course, I am also a teacher and an example in my life. Although I can’t learn my mother’s craft, I have inherited my mother’s attitude towards life, that is, no matter how life is, I must live well, don’t evade, don’t flinch, dare to face. 2015.11.14 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”. 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Qingming

The holiday lasts for three days, which is commonly known as Qingming Festival long vacation. Walking outside alone, strolling along the du Shui river, I wanted to take care of my own chaotic mood, because recently I was too tired, a kind of unspeakable tiredness between body and mind. My mother went back to her hometown. She went to sweep the tomb for my elder sister. The second sister came home yesterday and sat in a daze for a while. She said she was a little sleepy and went back again. From the bottom of my heart, I I am particularly reject Qingming Festival. I am tired of those small dealers selling paper money and funeral supplies in the street, and I am afraid of seeing people crying and telling about the misfortune of their deceased relatives. To be exact, I am afraid of facing my mother’s sad eyes, and the painful expression of the second sister’s helplessness and loss. I hope this festival will pass quietly without leaving any traces or memories. However, it comes every year and is announced in the form of legal holidays, reminding me that it is coming, I can’t avoid this. After all, the past has passed. Excessive missing will only increase the psychological burden on the living, causing physical and mental damage. People cannot change their fate, but we can’t stay in pain and misfortune forever and can’t help ourselves. Fourteen years ago, my elder sister died of illness. Three years ago, the daughter of the Second Elder sister died of drowning unfortunately. I can imagine my mood when it rained in the tomb-sweeping day. A few days ago, my colleague Gao Yamei suddenly suffered from a serious illness, which made me in a bad mood for several consecutive days. Several articles that had been brewed lasted for several days, but finally I couldn’t finish the draft. As a writing, the deeper it goes, the more difficult and difficult it is. At the beginning of the period, writing was only for a kind of pouring out of the soul, with feelings, combing what I felt and thought at that time into a paragraph of words, however, after writing more, I deeply understand that this is a work that is put in front of people for people to appreciate, and I can’t be sloppy and slack. Further speaking, this is an artistic creation, which needs to be carefully carved to complete. A good article needs to be carefully brewed in the accumulation of life, captured in time when the inspiration bursts out, and finally refined and decorated. These three are indispensable, otherwise, it can only be counted as one or several relatively smooth words. Writing is not easy, but I still have to stick to it. Yesterday, my wife came home from work and told me two stories about WeChat. In fact, these stories can only be counted as gossip, which is the product of chatting with my wife and colleagues at work. My wife said that she had a colleague who was a driver of a big car. She searched nearby people through WeChat platform and added a female netizen. After the two successfully joined each other, they began to chat with each other in full swing. Finally, they chatted with each other, and when their wife’s colleagues found out, the two have developed to have plans to travel to other places together. For this, my wife’s colleagues were extremely sad and angry. My wife also said that one of her classmates divorced some time ago, which was already the breakdown of her second marriage. My wife’s classmate often talked about WeChat with a man of the same age in the county. He talked about it until one or two o’clock in the middle of the night. After being found by her husband, he did not want to regret for many times, in the end, he paid the painful price of the second divorce. It was said that this man was also a distant relative of mine, and it really made me ashamed to mention it here. Of course, it was not convenient to disclose his real name. My wife said, is the marriage structure in the current society so fragile? Are there so many men and women in the world of mortals falling into online love and unable to extricate themselves? I said, this is the real national conditions of remote small towns in China. Imagine that with the gradual upgrading of the reform, it has become an indisputable fact that farmers enter the city and settle down. As a new generation of farmers who gave up farming, they made up their mind to integrate into the city where they lived and get rid of the old atmosphere from the day they lived in new houses. To achieve this goal, the only thing we can do is to increase income. Some people solve it locally and start small business, A mom-and-dad shop was opened, but most people still went to other places to work in economically developed areas according to the traditional mode. Working for young couples who just got married, it is best to go forward together in pairs. However, for middle-aged couples, it has become a very contradictory and difficult thing. There are old people at home and children have to go to school, these two groups of people needed to be taken care of. In desperation, the husband had to carry his bags and leave with tears. He lived a life like a cowherd and a weaving maid with his wife. As time goes by, the man who is unwilling to be lonely may occasionally enter the red-light district to indulge a little. The wife who is alone in the empty room is in the long lonely night, after the light of the parents-in-law is turned off, in the little snore of my son and daughter, maybe I would toss and turn, and there would be a few ripples of spring in my Heart Lake. Normal people have feelings. Those without feelings are not normal people, but idiots. Therefore, many left-behind women place their emotions on the Internet, which can give them hope and sustenance. What about men? Some people are living in a foreign land and are unwilling to be troubled by loneliness. Some people are full of wine, thinking and lust, and always want to use their sweet words and a few bad money to deceive the bad woman’s heart, so as to enjoy the moment. This is today’s society, which is a little impetuous and puzzling. As for the lost relatives, forgetting and not thinking about them may be the only way to get rid of them; As for the sick colleagues, I only pray for her to recover soon; As for writing, I must stick to it, just for a habit, A kind of pursuit; As for the emotional entanglement between men and women in the world of mortals, I only hope that the authorities can get out of the lost path as soon as possible, because life is short and not easy, and they can do it and cherish it, don’t hurt others or yourself as soon as possible. The sky was hazy, the ground was wet, the air was light and flying, and the drizzle fell slanting. It is also the Qingming season of a year, and it is also a sad and lingering day. Strolling along the du Shui River alone, looking up at the South Mountain, the towering green lotus mountain is full of spring, the pink and white peach blossoms are fragrant, the apricot flowers all over the mountain are colorful, overlooking du Shui river, the clear du Shui flows eastward all the way, like a farewell wanderer who never turns back. Seeing this scene, I felt suddenly enlightened and felt much better: it turned out that life was so beautiful, but I didn’t have time to understand it well. 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…