Seeking the full text of "The Mute Woman, the Oboe", juvenile literature.

When I was born, due to my parents' divorce, I was sent to the countryside, so that a mute woman who looked like a man with five big and three thick as my mother, she was my mute Niang.

Before I went to the mute mother's home, the mute mother's three-month-old child died, so I became the mute endure and her husband, Uncle Hunchback's spiritual support. They treated me as their own son and gave me all their love and care. Uncle Hunchback played the suona. At that time, Uncle Hunchback would be invited to every red and white wedding in the village. As soon as Uncle Hunchback's shawm was played, the clamor around him stopped immediately. The men forgot to smoke their dry cigarettes, the women forgot to knit the soles of their shoes, and the children stopped crying and making noise and opened their eyes wide with curiosity. Hunchback uncle's fingers gently shaking, or melodious, or mournful, or impassioned tune will be from the fingers of the gurgling flow out. Uncle Hunchback could not bear to eat, put the meat loaf in his pocket, and returned it to me. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do a lot of things that I'm not going to be able to do.

On snowy days, my mom burned the dirt floor to make it warm, and I snuggled up in my mom's arms, watched her knitting the soles of her shoes, and listened to my uncle play the suona. Uncle Hunchback's suona can always take my heart to a far, far away place ......

However, the good days are always short-lived.

When I was four years old, Uncle Hunchback suddenly contracted a strange disease and died. I clearly remember that before he died, he had a tear hanging from his eye. The tears in the autumn sun shaking, flickering, young me show that I can read from the tears in what, until now only understand, that drop of tears full of attachment and reluctance.

After the hunchback uncle left, the village people advised the dumb mother to send me back, while young to remarry a good family. The mute mother hugged me tightly, shaking her head desperately, looking around from time to time with eyes full of fear, as if afraid of others to snatch me from her arms.

In the days when there was no Uncle Hunchback, I lived with my mute mother, and the days were hard. The only work that the mute mother could do to earn money was to make bean curd. The only way to make a living is to make a living. Every day late at night, under the dim light, the mute woman pushed the heavy stone mill, circling round and round, watching the white soybean milk gurgle out, after grinding, the mute woman did not care to wipe off the sweat beads that permeated the forehead, and then the soybean milk into the large vat, put on the pot, build a fire, then she can only a little bit of breath.

Before dawn, the dumb mother led me out of the house. The first thing I did was to take up the suona left by my hunchback uncle and use it to sell. Due to the lack of energy, the mute mother always played the suona very harshly, and the harsh sound of the suona accompanied me throughout my childhood. When people heard the sound of the suona, they put on their clothes and sleepy eyes, and handed a piece of money to the mute woman in exchange for a bowl of steaming hot beanstalks.

The children in the village, when they saw the mute woman, always shouted after her: "Mute woman, play suona, mouth bulging like a toad ......" The mute woman did not have hearing, could not hear what they were saying, and from time to time turned back to them and smiled.

I gradually understand, dumb mother became my shame. Every time I play with my classmates, there is always someone who makes a strange noise with his hands like blowing a suona. At this point, the others laughed. I desperately clenched my fists, my face reddened, not knowing where to turn.

I went home and shouted at her, "Why are you a mute? Why! You send me back to my own home, I'm never staying here again!"

The dumb lady could not hear what I was saying, but she seemed to read something in my expression and stood silently to one side. Tears, like blood flowing from a wound, flowed silently down the dumb lady's cheeks ......

In the days to come, I seldom bothered with the dumb lady. I turned all my classmates' mockery of me into hatred for the mute woman. At that time, I had only one wish: to get into junior high school quickly and go to the county town to study. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.

Finally, I graduated from elementary school, and I got into the first county high school with excellent results. I lived in the school and went home only once a month or so. Every time I came home, the dumb lady would look at me for a long time. When she stretched out her hand and tried to touch my head, I would turn my icy gaze on her. The mute woman's hand then timidly retracted, her face had a child-like overwhelm and sadness.

In the winter of my junior year, I caught a cold and didn't go home for the weekend. Sunday morning, I was lying in the dormitory, suddenly heard the familiar sound of the suona. It was the sound of the mute mother's suona! My heart raced, could it be the dumb lady coming?

For a long time, I walked out of the dormitory. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house and get out of the house and get out of the house.

In front of the school, I saw the dumb lady. She was already covered with snow, like a white sculpture. The cold wind swirled the snowflakes and kept pounding on the mute woman's body. The mute woman was shrunken into a ball, and she held the oboe tightly in her frozen, swollen hand, and looked anxiously around as she played it.

Seeing me, the mute woman showed her excitement, and the oboe played even louder.

I heard from the old man who was watching the door that the mute woman had come before dawn. The first time I saw this, it was a very good day for me, and I was very happy to see that I was able to get to my home. The gatekeeper couldn't understand the mute woman's sign language and wouldn't let her in, so she stood at the gate for the whole morning. The first thing I did was to play the suona, which is a Chinese oboe, to call out to me.

I took her to the dormitory and let her warm up. The mute lady gestured and told me that she heard the village children say that I was sick, and was uneasy and came to take a look. She looked at me and gesticulated again, "I will leave in a while, your classmates will not know who I am."

I suddenly felt a burst of pain, tears could not help but come out. I couldn't realize how the mute lady was feeling at the moment, but I knew that it must be bitter. I excitedly gesticulated and told the mute mother, "It's okay, I want all the people to know that you are my mute mother."

The mute mother smiled, very relieved, but her eyes have a little tears in the flash ......

A remnant of the sun like blood dusk, I returned home, found a strange man standing in the yard. The man looked agitated at the sight of me, and he trembled his lips as if he wanted to say something, but did not say it.

The mute woman came out of the house, her eyes red, as if she had just cried. The mute woman gestured and told me that the man was my father and that he was going to take me away.

I looked at the man in front of me, he was so strange. I had imagined my father countless times in my mind, I just didn't expect it to be like this. He didn't know that in my heart, there was only one father, and that was my hunchbacked uncle who was far away in heaven.

At night, I lay side by side with my mute mother on the dirt bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and neither could my mute mother.

Outside the window, the moon was like a hook coldly hooking our hearts. When I turned to look at Mute Niang, she was looking at me silently. I suddenly realized that the mute mother is old, her temples have gray hair, I do not know when, the years quietly left the marks on her face.

We are relatively speechless, with the eyes to hide and communicate.

Before dawn, the mute mother got up. When I woke up, she had already cooked a thick pile of my favorite scallion pancakes.

"Mute mother, I don't want to go, if I go, there will be no one to keep you company." I gesticulated.

The mute mother reluctantly smiled and gestured, "Come back to see the mute mother when you have time, and the mute mother will keep big red dates for you."

The father came.

The father came and handed a pile of money to the mute woman.

I was pushed into the car by my father.

I was pushed into the car by my father. The moment the car started, the dumb mother jumped up and kissed me hard on the face, a few drops of cold tears rubbed on my cheeks.

The car opened, I lay on the car window desperately shouting dumb mother, dumb mother tearful eyes, powerless to me waving hand ......

The car in the twists and turns of the mountain road slowly traveling.

I suddenly heard the familiar sound of the suona. It's the mute lady! It's the Mute Lady!

I was so surprised that I quickly stuck my head out of the window. I saw my mute mother standing on a high cliffside, sadly playing the suona to me in the distance. The car drove too fast, and then I could not see my dumb mother even when I twisted my neck in pain, and I couldn't help but cry out.

Back in the city, I realized that after my father remarried, he never had a child, and in desperation, he remembered me and took me back. Although the woman whose lips were painted incredibly bright red was okay with me, I still couldn't feel the warmth of home. I miss my mute mother all the time, miss that gave me warmth, gave me joy, gave me selfless love and care of the remote mountain village home ......

Later, I had gone back to see the mute mother a few times, each time is a rush to go, a rush to return. When you leave, you can always see the mute mother's reluctant gaze. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure I've been to a place where I've had a good time. The jujubes were eaten by the woman without a single one left, and the cotton shoes were thrown into the garbage bin by her with a grimace. After the woman threw them away, I always secretly picked them up and hid them in my most intimate package. I know, this pair of cotton shoes, the needle contains the dumb mother of my thoughts, the line contains the dumb mother of my attachment.

Finally, I graduated from college, I rushed back, ready to tell the mute mother, I can support her, but the mute mother is gone. She left in a hurry, in a hurry, she has not worn the new clothes I bought for her, new shoes, have not worn the new gloves I bought for her, have not tasted the good food I bought for her, was buried in a yellow earth.

Looking at that small grave, I want to cry, but how can not cry, indistinct, like in a dream.

Listening to the people in the village, I heard that when the dumb mother left, she was holding a wooden box in her arms. Open the wooden box, there is a picture of me, and I have worn the long life locks, dumb mother left eyes have been staring at the door to see, seems to be waiting for what ...... dumb mother buried on the day, the sky drifting drizzle. I heard that when a good person dies, the heavens will be sad. Mute mother, is that the tears that the heavens shed for you?