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( 1)

When I was very young, I knew that my dear mother could only do three things.

She can cook noodles and stir-fry egg noodles with shredded pork with chopped green onion. It's my favorite. I'm often full, but I still can't bear to put down my bowl. "Oh, I am so happy to have such a mother who can cook delicious noodles!"

She can braid her hair. My shiny black hair has hung down to my waist since I was a child. My mother stood behind me and combed them beautifully.

Every night before going to bed, she sits in front of my bed and gently sings a song to me-"Sleep in peace, sleep here, the bed is full of roses, and the fragrant wind blows into your dream. May you sleep comfortably until the sun rises ... "Haha, I fell asleep comfortably soon.

Cooking noodles, braiding and singing lullabies, yes, my mother only does these three things. She never sends her children to school and takes them home like other mothers. She doesn't even go to the balcony because she doesn't like going out.

She is always weak, lying on a bamboo chair all day, narrowing her eyes as if she were sleeping.

Even she seems not to eat.

Every time I ask her, mom, why don't you eat? She said, I have eaten. Anyway, I have never seen her lips touch food with my own eyes. Once, as soon as I put a chopstick noodle in her mouth, she vomited, her shoulders trembled and she vomited badly. She stumbled into the bedroom, took out the flowerpot containing exquisite white porcelain from under the bamboo chair, rubbed it again and again with both hands, and then became smaller and transparent layer by layer. I know she will become a flower again.

Before I was five years old, I thought all the mothers in the world would become a flower.

I am used to the process of my mother becoming a flower. She became smaller and smaller, like a transparent seed, swishing upward into the soil of the flowerpot. In a short time, a sharp bud was drilled in the soil, which was "squeaky" while growing tall and grew to about 20 cm. Thirteen petals opened like purple satin, and an elegant fragrance came to the nose.

Dad will say in a very light voice, "Xiao He, your mother needs to rest. Don't disturb her. "

"Oh."

Every time my mother becomes a flower, she needs a rest. I've known since I was a kid. Anger, happiness, tension, worry and excitement ... she will turn into a flower at any time. After I go to bed at night, she will also become a flower. I know this because once I woke up from a nightmare and ran to my parents' bedroom. I saw no mother on the bed, and there was a purple flower in the flowerpot.

What is the flower that mom turned into?

I have never seen such flowers anywhere else, my mother said. It's called paredes.

Audrey, Daisy, Flower? What a strange and awkward name. When I was a child, I couldn't remember this flower name, even if I did, I couldn't tell clearly. Later, I checked it carefully on the computer and couldn't find it at all.

Ardisia, where are these flowers in the world?

I didn't know until I was five years old that other people's mothers didn't turn into flowers.

So I asked my dad, and he said, that's because your mother is different. He also told me not to tell anyone about my mother. But how much I want to tell others about my mother. She is the most beautiful, youngest and special mother I have ever seen.

"Why can't you say? Dad. "

"Because your mother can only live a quiet life, because your mother is so different from others. If you do this, many people will come to our house with curiosity, and my mother will be unhappy and get sick ... "

This reason doesn't quite convince me, but I am an obedient child. I love my mother, and I certainly don't want her to be unhappy, so I really haven't mentioned her to anyone, even my best friend Shui Man.

Even if I write a composition, I haven't written my mother. Sometimes the teacher asks every student to write about mom, and I only write about dad. Teachers never give me a hard time. She would say, "well, let's write about dad."

Is my mother a flower fairy?

"This is a secret." Dad said, "I'll tell you after your twelfth birthday."

(2)

I seem to have spent my whole life waiting for the arrival of twelve.

Finally, this day is coming.

Mother asked again and again, "Xiao He, what do you want for your birthday?" What do you want your mother to do for you? "Her serious eyes and words, let my heart somehow foggy. I can't explain why I feel this way. When she braided my hair behind her back, I turned around and saw tears in her eyes. She also said a puzzling sentence: "Xiao He, I am relieved when you grow up ..."

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Reply 1 Lou 2011-09-29 20:19 report | I also want to say something.

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"Xiao He, what do you want for your birthday?" She's asking again

I don't know what I want.

"Cook me a bowl of the best egg noodles in the world."

"good!"

……

That morning, when I walked into the classroom, the water looked me straight in the eye.

"Hey, look at your braid, it's great!"

I sat down in her envious eyes, wearing a pigtail as open as fireworks.

"Who tied it for you?" A watery finger ran upstream of my head. "Your braids are always so beautiful."

"My mother."

Girls are easily carried away by vanity. I actually said the word "my mom", which was a waste of my father's promise that he would never mention "mom" to outsiders.

"Your mother?"

I immediately changed the subject, "I have to hand in my homework."

"When did you have a new mother?" Water diffuse asked.

"What new mother? I am just a mother. " I glared at her discontentedly

Shui Man said in a puzzled tone, "But isn't your mother … dead?"

My lungs are about to explode with anger from her. How can you curse other people's mothers like this?

"You are sick! My mother is still alive, alive and kicking, lively and active! If you say that again, I'll be rude! "

Seeing that I was angry, Shuiman quickly lowered his head and muttered, "Listen to my mother, your mother died when you were born. She told me never to mention my mother to you for fear of breaking your heart, and told me to be nice to you ... My mother and your mother are good friends ..."

This guy is hopeless!

After school, I took her hand and ran home.

I never take anyone to play at home because my parents always disagree. They never invite anyone to their home themselves. Today is a special day, so I can't think about these things.

I pushed the door and shouted, "mom, mom, my good friend is coming!" " "

No one answered.

Not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not on the bamboo chair in her bedroom. In the exquisite white porcelain flowerpot under the bamboo chair, there is a quiet purple flower.

Alas, it has become a flower again. Why at this time?

"Mom!" I shouted at the flower, "Mom, change quickly, Mom." But no matter how I called her, she ignored me and didn't even shake it.

"I'm really anxious." I looked back at the water man behind me and sighed. Shuiman looked at me with complicated eyes. "You, are you all right?"

"Of course I'm fine."

"Will, I know you miss your mother very much. I know you're upset ... you, in fact, you can treat my mother as your own mother. She likes you ... "

Oh, my God, what is Shui Man thinking?

"Mom!" I stamped my foot and shouted at the flowers.

Just then, my father came back. His face changed when he saw the water flooding. "Water man, what brings you here? Your father and your mother should be very anxious, hurry up, uncle will take you home. "

Dad pushed the water out of the house.

I was angry with my mother for the first time. Just now, why didn't she change back to the way she was? She embarrassed me. Shuiman almost thinks I'm crazy!

That night, I didn't say a word to my mother. Dad accused me of taking others home casually, but I twisted my neck painfully and said nothing.

Before going to bed, my mother sat in front of the bed, tucked me in, and sang softly, "Sleep in peace, sleep here, the bed is full of roses, and the fragrant wind blows into your dreams." I hope you can sleep comfortably until the sun rises ... "I covered my ears.

The next day after school, Shuiman's mother came and said, "Xiao He, I want to talk to you."

The three of us are sitting on the campus lawn.

"Your mother Liu Yuhe and I are very good friends. We grew up in the same yard. Her English is very good, so I can't catch up with her ... Over the years, I have always missed her and dreamed of her. "

"If you miss her, come to my house to see her." I said with a smile.

"Shui Man told me yesterday that you took a flower as your mother ..."

I interrupted her, "No, she is my mother."

Shuiman's mother shook her head with worry on her face. "Poor child ... alas, blackie, you need your mother so much. You've been living in fantasy. It seems that I want to talk to your father and ask him to find a mother for you early ... "

Why did she say such strange things?

"My mother is all right, please don't say these messy words. Besides, I will never talk to you again! "

Reply. Please put away your reply to the 2nd floor hotline 2011-09-29 20:19 | I also want to say something.

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"No, I want to say, small grain. I want to pull you out of the fantasy world, otherwise, you will ... you will get sick. Your mother had an accident when she gave birth to you. She left you twelve years ago. "

What's going on here? My mother was at home, but both of them insisted that she was dead.

"You-made a mistake!" I yelled at them word for word.

"Xiao He, come with me."

I followed Shui Man and her mother into the car, which was driving on a strange road.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Go and see your mother."

"My mother is at home."

"Xiao-he ..." The water overflowed and held my shoulder, and her black eyes were full of pity and worry. I can understand the subtext in her eyes. "You don't miss your mother crazy, do you?"

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The sun has set, and the sky is half red and half blue. We walked up the mountain road. This is a cemetery. Shuiman's mother stopped at a stone tablet.

"Your mother is here."

The stone tablet reads: the tomb of my beloved wife Liu Yuzhi.

And her picture. And my father's name. 19981October 7th.

"19981October 7th" is my birthday!

I just feel very dizzy, and my mind is a sticky porridge, and I am getting on the bus down the mountain.

"The water is overflowing. Tonight, I want to sleep in your house."

(3)

What the hell is going on?

What the hell happened?

I was sitting on the balcony of Shuiman's house, with my knees in my hands and a splitting headache. My watery mother came over and gently stroked my cheek with her hand. Her hands are warm. I remember when my mother kissed me, my hands were cold and my lips were cold. I also remember that she never wanted to take pictures. Once, I took a photo secretly, but there was no shadow of her in the developed photo. Her face is pale, and she should put on some blush every day. She is always so weak that she seems to have to save her strength first when she takes two steps. Besides, she always becomes a flower. ...

The words on the tombstone and her photo shook before my eyes.

"Xiao He, did you call your father?"

"Not yet, not yet."

"Go to the living room and call one, or he will be in a hurry."

"Oh."

I didn't want to make a phone call at Shui Man's house, so I ran to a public phone booth not far away.

I grabbed the phone, and my dad shouted at the other end: "Xiao He, what's wrong with you? Why haven't you come home yet? " Where are you? I'll pick you up! Today is your birthday, have you forgotten? Mom is cooking your favorite noodles for you ... "

"I don't want to go home."

"Wo, what's the matter with you? Where are you? "

I wiped a tear from my chin: "I'm at Shuiman's house."

"Ok, I'll pick you up."

"Don't!" I cried, "I don't want to go home! I am afraid! "

"Blackie, what are you afraid of?"

"Dad, I'm scared."

"Black, do you know anything?"

"Dad, I have been to the cemetery."

"..." There was a suffocating silence on the other end of the phone, so I hung up. When I turned to leave, the harsh bell in the telephone booth made me tremble.

"Little black, good boy, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid at all. She is your mother. "

"Dad, is my mother really dead? Then who is she? "

"It's your mother. It's a mother who came back from another world. "

"Another world, then she is ... is ..."

"Will, listen to me. No matter who she is, she is the mother who loves you the most and loves you the most. "

"No, I don't want it! I don't want such a mother. I want a mother who will take me to school to pick me up, a mother who will hold my hand and go out to play, a mother who will laugh with me in the sun, and a mother with warm hands and cheeks. I don't want to turn into a flower easily! "

"She also wants to, xiao-he, but can't. She can't do it. "

"Why did you lie to me for so many years? Why didn't you tell me? How long are you going to keep it from me? "

"The little black, go home to say again. I'll pick you up. "

"You don't come to pick me up, you come to pick me up, and I won't go home with you. You let her go and go back to her own world ... "

"Xiaohe, the noodles are cooked and delicious."

"I don't eat!"

Before my father said anything, I hung up the phone and ran back to my flooded home.

Reply. Put it away, 2011-09-29 20:19, reply and report | I also want to say something.

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More than an hour later, someone knocked at the door.

Dad stood at the door: "Go home."

"no!" I shook my head firmly. I took off my clothes, got into bed and closed my eyes tightly. Dad left helplessly.

This is my first birthday away from home.

The first birthday without my parents.

Water man climbed into bed, "wo, what's wrong with you? Did you quarrel with your father? "

"hmm." I gave her a vague answer. I don't want to talk, and I don't have the strength to pay attention to her puzzled eyes. I have a stomachache in the middle of the night, and I seem to have missed a bowl of shredded pork with chopped green onion, fried egg noodles.

The long night finally passed. Then another long day passed. I walked to the school gate with my schoolbag on my back, and my father was waiting there.

He said, "Xiao He, go home."

He added, "Your mother, she's gone."

"gone?" My heart was shocked.

"She left after twelve o'clock last night."

"Where have you been?"

"Go back to the world where she came from."

"You let her go?"

"No, she must leave after your twelfth birthday."

"gone?"

Didn't I want to see her again last night? Didn't I ask my father to tell her to leave quickly? Why, at the moment, my heart is so tight and so uncomfortable.

"no!" I ran home.

There is no mother, no bamboo chair and no flowers in the flowerpot.

"Mom, mom!"

Yesterday, in fact, I just couldn't accept it for a while, just a little scared and angry. As long as you give me a little time, I can accept everything.

The house without my mother is so empty that my whole body seems to be hollowed out.

Did you really leave?

But mom, you haven't said goodbye to Blackie, and Blackie hasn't had time to say goodbye to you.

(4)

Dad said that mom disappeared into the cold water air at midnight. She kept saying at the last minute, Xiao He, mom really wants to see you again.

"Your mother said she was sorry, she scared you, she please beg your forgiveness. Blackie, we didn't mean to hide it from you. When your twelfth birthday, when mom left, I will tell you everything. That's what she meant. We just didn't expect you to know in advance ... "

A bowl of noodles on the dining table, shredded green onion, golden poached eggs, thin shredded pork and snow-white noodles. It's very cold, without a trace of heat. I picked it up and ate it.

This is the noodles my mother made for me. She must have wanted to see me eat it last night.

"When you were born, your mother died. I'm so sad that I can't take care of you at all. You always cry and cry, and your voice is hoarse. Later, you can't cry. On the night of your first birthday, your mother stood at the door with a flowerpot in her arms, and the moonlight made her almost transparent. She said,' When I was in that world, I always heard Xiaohe crying and crying. So I came back, and I wanted to grow up with her until I was twelve.

I asked her, how did you come back?

She smiled without a word, and it took a long time to say that this is the secret of that world and can't be said.

She also said that the noodles she cooked were so delicious that Xiao He couldn't help eating them. "

I coughed a mouthful of noodles and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Your mother came back from another world. So she is always weak. Every time she does something, she saves a lot of energy, braids your hair, cooks noodles for you and sings lullabies for you. Therefore, she is always lying down, always deeply sad that she can't do more for you. And when her energy is not enough, she becomes a flower to rest. "

I put the last string of noodles in my mouth. Although it is very cold, I believe this is the most delicious noodle in the world.

"Last night, I asked her to wait for you, but she couldn't wait for you. There is an invisible force in the world that took her away on time. "

"Oh, mom ..."

I hate myself to death.

If I could do it again last night, I wouldn't take a small step away from my mother. I want her to watch me finish a bowl of noodles. I want to hug her and tell her how much I love her. I will say goodbye to her with a smile and reassure her.

But can I start from last night?

I hate blaming myself at the thought that my mother left with sadness and regret, and that I missed such an important moment because of my stupidity and never saw each other again.

"Can she come back?"

Dad shook his head.

"Can she hear my laughter in that world?"

"I can hear you."

"Mom ..."

I moved the flowerpot with exquisite white porcelain to the bed and put it by my pillow.

"Mom, I don't know when, you will come back quietly, right? Will there be a flower in the flowerpot when you come back? "

Ardisia japonica

Ardisia japonica

Audrey? Heaven? This English word suddenly jumped into my mind, didn't it mean heaven?

Parrots, originally flowers in the sky.