Dedicate a few years to my mother

Home is the cradle of our growth, a warm harbor, and the place we are most concerned about all our lives. I was born in a poor family, my parents are farmers, and there are five brothers and sisters in the family, but we are very happy because our parents are kind-hearted, optimistic and open-minded, and our neighbors are willing to be close to us. In summer and autumn nights, my yard is simply a natural gathering place. Everyone came to my yard with rice bowls, squatting or standing or sitting on the ground casually, eating, laughing and chatting. Mom doesn't spare her own pickles, and always takes out what our family can take out and shares it with everyone. In that era of material scarcity, a rough bun and a mouthful of pickles are also extremely precious. Every family has its own family style and family training. They walk side by side with us like spring breeze people, always teaching and reminding us ... so, we learn to share with others like parents.

1. The past is terrible.

1982, the responsibility of land has just been transferred to households. Although there are many sisters in my family, our parents are hardworking and capable, so my family was fairly well-off at that time. Helpless, God is merciless, and the originally happy family encountered a storm. My father is in his prime and always has a sore throat when eating. He went to the hospital for examination: advanced esophageal cancer! Mother took out all the money for building a house to treat her father. My father refused treatment. He knew that there was no cure for the disease, so he might as well save money for the living orphans and widows. But my mother insisted on treating the disease, and her attitude was firm, and no one could change it. ? Finally, death dragged his father away from us. Father lay on the soft grass bed, his eyes open and he stopped breathing. Mother fainted several times, and she wanted to go with her father. The responsible cousin tried many ways but didn't close his father's eyes. Father looked at the shabby thatched cottage, and his house was surrounded by walls. How can he endure death? Those round eyes are telling us that he is really reluctant to leave us! My father was put into a coffin with his eyes open, carried by eight people and buried in my wheat field. ? Father left suffering and went to another world. Our poor tinkling home depends on our mother's shoulders.

2. Selling melons to pick up girls

My mother shouldered a heavy burden and led us to live in hopeless darkness ... My mother and I went to the county to sell melons grown in our own fields, and met a girl named Ju Yurong, who was in her twenties, and ran away with her parents to Fengtai, a remote place. It's getting dark and she doesn't know what to do. My sister was thirsty and asked us for a melon. After a few words, my sister decided that my mother and I were good people and insisted on coming home with us. Persuade her to go back to her home, and she will cry. Our family can't even eat, how can we raise a fairy sister? Naturally don't want her to go. I am the only girl in my mother, and I have an innate affinity for girls, saying that I drink porridge evenly. So, Sister Ju moved into my poor home. We are honest and conscientious ordinary people. We were kind, and my sister fell from the sky. Although our family is poor, as long as we have food, we will never let our sister starve. My sister is very grateful. We get along well, just like a family. When my mother was young, she often said happily that she was lucky to have a daughter. But her old man has never forgotten that her sister has a mother, and her mother can't find a girl. She must be very anxious. Under the persuasion of her mother, Sister Ju finally told her family address: Zhangou Primary School, Zhangou Town, Lixin County. Oh! She is so happy, her father is still a primary school teacher! Mother immediately took her and sent her home. The toll was borrowed from a neighbor's house. I really convinced my mother: I don't know a word, how can I send her to Lixin! Mom said: the road is right under the nose! Although she didn't laugh, although she didn't know what humor was, her indomitable spirit of "the road is just around the corner" was beyond words! I often complain: Is it worth it because this stranger is in debt? After seeing off my sister, my mother still got up early and worked hard for a day's livelihood as if nothing had happened. At that time, I didn't know what supported her. Now it seems that the third brother, the fourth brother and I are underage! It must be! She tries her best to protect her children like an old sparrow protects a little sparrow. Brother San Si dropped out of school early and worked at home. It's a pity that fourth brother is a rare painting genius! I don't want to go to school either, but my mother insisted that I go to school, without any preaching, just strictly insisting. I want to go home and work. I can do anything, such as cooking, washing clothes, herding sheep, harvesting crops and fishing in the river. Nevertheless, I walked into the school gate with my mother's flowered schoolbag sewn in dozens of colors on my back ... One day after school, I suddenly found my sister Ju there! At the same time, there is an old man who looks very particular. Later, I learned that this behavior is different from ours. The elegant person is Sister Ju's father. Very kind! It's like meeting my long-lost sister! In the conversation of adults, I finally understand that my sister has a crush on my third brother and wants to be good with him. She didn't run away from home this time. Remember when I asked her why she came again, didn't she think our family was poor? She grabbed my braid and said, "I can't bear to part with you, smart card!" " "I still believe that I follow her like a follower every day. My sister-in-law laughed at my carelessness, so I left her without understanding. I always see my sister crying and ask her why, but she always denies it. In the evening, the brigade showed a movie, and the third brother disappeared. I really wanted to see it, but my sister cried and didn't go, so I missed it. The loud third brother broke out: I am not a rag collector! I don't want it! Pick a man as a wife. I won't do it! Then came my mother's deep but powerful scolding ... I don't understand what happened. Brother smelly, you really want to be single! Where can I find such a good Steve? No luck!

Sister Ju left, and I haven't heard from her again. So far!

3. "Shoemaker" mother

Nowadays, an 85-year-old mother is always busy. She not only helped us with the housework, but also made many tiger-headed shoes. These shoes were all sewn by her mother. The tiger's head, nose, eyes and whiskers are all embroidered with silk thread, which is lifelike. At first, my mother gave these exquisite little shoes to the toddler in the neighbor's house. If everyone gets a treasure, they will not give up a pair of shoes that are too small to wear and pass them on to the children of relatives and friends in need. Mother became a well-known "skillful craftsman". Whenever there are more expensive children, most of them come to my mother for a pair of tiger-headed shoes. Boys' shoes have long eyes and girls' shoes have round eyes. No one knows how many pairs of shoes mom made. Because of the rope on the sole all the year round, a deep ditch was pulled out in the middle finger of the right hand. ? I often advise her not to do this again. It is better for her to go out for a walk and exercise when she is free than to sit at home and make shoes. She never listens. She still sits down after doing housework every day and sews the soles and uppers together with an awl. ? Mother's shoes became handicrafts. ? I took photos of these little shoes and put them in the space. A netizen in Shandong begged me to sell her a pair. She loves her daughter so much that she hopes her daughter can wear such exquisite traditional handicrafts. I was moved by her sincerity and gave her a pair of tiger-headed shoes with round eyes. I told my mother all this, and she was as happy as a child. I can't believe that her shoes can be worn on the feet of a Shandong doll.

Buying more and more, instead of doing a good thing for my mother, it increased her burden. She makes shoes day and night. I really couldn't bear to see her work so hard, so I helped to make the soles. In this way, I became a "solo worker". Unfortunately, I can only accept the exquisite nose, eyes and beard on the soles and uppers, which makes me dizzy, let alone do it. Neighbors often mobilize me to learn from my mother's skills, otherwise my children will not be able to wear such beautiful shoes in the future. It's really that I'm clumsy. I get along with the "King of Craft Shoes" every day and get the biography of the King of Shoes. The shoes I make always look amazing. I was worried that my tiger-headed shoes would scare those lovely dolls and chose to give up. ? More and more people come to my mother to learn this craft. At first, it was several old ladies in the neighborhood. Later, many kannika nimtragol came to learn. Later, it almost became a team, which seriously affected my lunch break. Mom is very busy. I solemnly suggest to my mother: please take the guests downstairs to study. My mother was afraid that I would hang my unhappiness on my face and begged for mercy with a smile: Can you keep your voice down? One day at noon, I fell asleep, "Sister Shanda, Sister Shanda!" "Granny! Shengda Niang! " Shouts after shouts brought me back to reality. I was really angry, "mom, mom! Please, take them downstairs to take pictures! " While speaking, this group of infatuated disciples have arrived at the door. My mother beat around the bush for me for fear that the guests would hear my angry voice. "come on Come on in! My girl greets you! " "Oh, grand elder sister, your girl is so filial! You are so blessed! " God, what can I say? Only give up the lunch break and make room for these enthusiastic shoemakers.

My old mother, as quiet and kind as moonlight, never said anything grandiose. She explained to us how to behave and do things with actions. I am willing to inherit everything from my mother and be a quiet and peaceful person like her.