My mother and I are in my hometown in the mountains (the quiet and beautiful years with my mother)

When the Luan trees on both sides of the road bear lush fruits and are covered with red lanterns, autumn really comes.

And this season is suitable for nostalgia, just like I miss my mother.

September means a lot to me.

First of all, the birthdays of important relatives in my life are almost all in September of the lunar calendar, and even my father, mother and lover passed away in this season.

Looking up, the sun is shining outside the window, and pieces of ginkgo are golden. Luan trees covered with red lanterns stand still like flowers in the autumn sun, and like burning flames among evergreen holly bushes.

Looking at the world's colorful bright yellow, green and fiery red, looking at this unspeakable brilliance, frost leaves are redder than February flowers? Sentences pour in my chest, but the complex of missing is also heavy day and night.

? Mom, shall we go out for a walk? ?

Whenever I suggest this, whether during the day or after dinner, my mother always answers immediately? Really? Are you free? ? I can see the eagerness and joy in my eyes at a glance.

When I was young, I was always busy with my work and tried my best to prove my love for my work and cherish my life. Moreover, my mother is young and my father is still strong, and there are thousands of reasons to be busy with his life.

In retrospect, during that long time, apart from holidays, parents' birthdays and family events, I really seldom went back to my mother's house.

After my father was ill, two old people were able to come and live with me and let me stay with my mother for nearly ten years.

But even a few years ago, I left my mother at home after work during the day.

Now that I think about it, my mother must have been lonely and sad in the first few years after my father died, so my mother seldom shed tears in front of me and always talked about my father casually, just like when my father was alive.

The peace and tranquility that my mother presented to us made me ignore the pain that my mother should have in her heart. I am only glad that my mother is kinder and more loving every day, but I feel less comfort in my heart.

Now that I think about it, I deeply blame myself and feel guilty.

The mother in my memory has always been strong and young.

Until one day, my colleague kindly reminded me that it was time to prepare crutches for my mother. ?

Hearing this, I smiled casually. You don't say! How could my mother use that thing! ?

After that, I was really stunned for a long time, and my mind was always searching for my mother's appearance.

After work that day, it was the first time I ran home eagerly, took my mother and walked in the street.

I always talk and laugh with my mother when I walk, and the process of walking is always slow, so I never feel my mother's old steps.

But that night, I saw my mother clearly for the first time?

The light-footed and strong mother walked a little hard.

At that moment, regret filled my heart?

The years were so hasty that I actually ignored my mother's aging. As an only child, I should accompany my mother through her aging life and give her more care, love and companionship.

Since then, whenever I have time, I will always take my mother for a walk in the yard and on the roadside.

Grass in spring, cicada in summer, ginkgo in autumn and the first snow in winter will always remember our mother and daughter.

But my mother's story about Luan tree is still fresh in my memory.

It was an October morning.

On weekends, the sun is warm and everything is thriving.

Because it is the weekend, I plan to walk with my mother for a long time.

When I was young, I lived in a mountainous area, which was not so convenient today. I have to carry water, farm land and collect grain.

Years of fatigue have bent my mother's legs. It's a little hard to stand up after sitting for a long time, and I need to stop and have a rest after walking for a long time.

So, I took a Mazar and went with my mother.

Mom won't go too far, let alone for too long.

Because her daughter is around, her mother is obviously very enthusiastic, not only walking with strong feet, but also talking about sex.

When I saw rows of tall, dense Luan trees covered with fruits on both sides of the road, my mother said with a smile? Look, there are so many Ailanthus altissima trees. ?

I smiled and said, This is typical arrogance and serious bureaucracy. They call this Luan tree, not Aunt Zi Shu. ?

Mom is serious: Our hometown is everywhere, don't I know? ?

So, my mother told me this story?

Mom is a master storyteller, and I really envy her for telling all kinds of jokes vividly.

Mom is also a good singer and songwriter.

At that time, there were few TVs, and the only radio was my mother's favorite.

A few days after the Henan opera Chaoyanggou was broadcast, my mother would sing those passages verbatim.

While working, my mother hummed and sat under the tree with a needle and thread and sang softly when she was idle.

Growing up, I was particularly attached to my mother. I spend most of my time with my mother and seldom play with my friends.

As long as I have time, I will beg my mother to sing a song.

My mother never wriggles, sings with clear pronunciation and mellow voice, and then introduces me to the meaning of each song and the details of the story appropriately.

Whenever I sing, my mother is very serious, and there will be sparkling stars in her eyes, which makes her look particularly good.

Mother's skillful hands are rare in Shiliba Village. Without her mother, it is impossible to make spaghetti and cut window grilles.

Whenever people praise me, my mother likes to say an old saying? I will think about it. ?

In a word, my mother is full of advantages, which makes me admire, envy and regret that I can't inherit.

That bright autumn, in order to prove that this tree is? Aunt? Trees instead of Luan trees, mother told this story with allusions:

? According to legend, Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was poor when he was young, but he made great achievements and left many legends, one of which was related to this tree. ?

Although the morning sun is sunny and not hot, there is a sacred light on my mother's face, especially when she talks about history.

? On one occasion, after a great war, Zhu Yuanzhang broke through the encirclement alone. After running for a day and a night, he came to us and watched the pursuers catch up with him at once. A father and son were plowing in the field, and Zhu Yuanzhang was lying in the field. Father and son plowed him with newly plowed land? Bury? In the ridge, after the pursuers came, they looked around and saw no one, so they chased people all the way. Why do you always keep a good attitude? . ? Mother said emphatically.

I nodded again and again? Yes, that is, you should have a kind heart? .

? When Zhu Yuanzhang saw that the enemy had gone far, he bowed deeply to them and said, When I become emperor, I will definitely come back and give you an official title.

So, the place where Zhu Yuanzhang hid in Xiling was also called by later generations? Farming? ;

Tired and thirsty, he continued to run for his life. When he saw a bite, he said to himself? If only I could have a drink in turn. .

Zhu is the emperor of heaven, with a golden mouth and jade words. Well, it's really upside down. Let him have a full drink and he will come. Going into the well? The reputation of.

Until it was dark, he saw the stars and ran, growling, tired and hungry. He plunged into a small forest and lay on his back under a big mulberry tree.

It happened to be early summer, and the mulberry was mature, so Zhu Yuanzhang put the mulberry in My Sweetie.

Because Mulberry saved him when he was in danger, Zhu Yuanzhang made a wish to Mulberry: If I become emperor one day, I must make you king of trees.

I can't see anything clearly when I can't see my fingers at night.

Later, Zhu Yuanzhang finally established his capital in Nanjing and became the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

One early winter, Zhu Yuanzhang was idle in the palace, and suddenly remembered the wish he made when he was killed. Now that he is emperor, he really can't break his word.

So Zhu Yuanzhang chose an auspicious day and led the Kingsguard to find his rescued village and Woods.

When the father and son saw the officers and men coming again, they scared their son to run to the mountains with his father on his back, but no matter how he shouted.

Isn't it a needle in a haystack to find two people in such a big mountain?

In order to let them out, Zhu ordered the mountain to be burned down. A few days and nights later, the fire receded, only to find my son burned to death under a big tree with his father on his back.

Well, sometimes good intentions are not always good.

Zhu Yuanzhang had to bury them.

So he went to look for the virgin forest. Because it is early winter, mulberries have long since disappeared, and all the trees are bare.

Zhu Yuanzhang tossed and turned in the Woods, but he couldn't tell which tree saved him. Hero tree? I only remember that when I was lying under a tree, I felt very tall.

Helpless, I finally found a tallest and largest Toona sinensis tree in the Woods, with the wrong name? Shu Wang

From then on, let your crown, tall and lush, no one can match.

So, from spring to summer and autumn, in the long days, aunt?

Also known as Ailanthus altissima, it stands out among the trees and has the most beautiful corolla.

And the mulberry tree is really angry, and the willow tree next to it is angry and has a gall on its neck?

If we don't seek truth from facts, the consequences will be more serious.

Check it out if you don't believe me. ?

Seeing my mother's serious appearance, I quickly comforted: You are absolutely right. There is such a legend in the book. There is indeed an Ailanthus altissima tree in our hometown, which is similar to this one. But this is a tree from the south, and its fruit is more beautiful than Ailanthus altissima. ?

But no matter how I explain it, my mother always thinks Luan tree is Ailanthus altissima.

What does it matter?

So, in our family, just like our mother, we all think it is it, not it.

At the same time, I remembered my mother's happy mood when telling stories, my mother's philosophy of life, and the quiet and beautiful years that my mother and I spent under the tree that autumn.

Taking out my mobile phone, facing the Luan standing in rows and facing my mother in my heart, I gently wrote the following passage:

You come, fallen leaves pave the way, autumn wind sign;

You come, peach blossoms make wine, and the fragrance enters poetry.

You came, drinking tea and splashing ink, and your mind was dizzy;

There you are, raindrops moisten the pen and pronounce the words.

Sometimes, we do things,

I didn't mean to lack love and dialogue,

We just don't think we see the scenery,

Therefore, there is no attachment and no warmth in my heart.

The frost is full of autumn today, so I miss it.

Today is my mother's birthday on earth.

Whispered: happy birthday, mom,

I really want to hug you and stay away from time and space!

Zhang Lan, female, member of Chinese Writers Association, member of China Prose Society, member of Shandong Writers Association Committee, executive vice chairman of Linyi Writers Association and vice president of Linyi Literature Academy;

National third-level health manager and national second-level psychological counselor.

For works, see prose, hundreds of essays, overseas essays and selected essays.

Signed writer of Selected Prose, columnist of many newspapers and periodicals in Linyi;

He has won the first prize in the National Prose and Reportage Competition for many times, and has written essays such as Shuicheng, Flowing Flowers, Sweet Year and Quiet Year.

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