Parents' love for their children and children's love for their parents is sacred. I have written some miscellaneous words, but I have never written about my parents because I dare not write about this subject easily. Ms. Wang forced me to write a few words, but I didn't get my resignation. I want to briefly describe two or three small things in response, but I have been overwhelmed by sadness.

My mother's surname is Shen, from Hangzhou. Live in the city and go to Yangshi Street. When I was young, I served my mother in the province. At that time, my grandmother was still there, almost eighty years old. After my grandfather entered school, he didn't get further fame, but my children are very strict in reading. My mother told us about the enlightenment of reading and how she studied hard when she was a child. She studied with my two uncles on winter nights, and her legs and feet were frozen. She took a big bamboo basket and was really defeated. Three people put their hands in it to keep warm. I was too scared to play. When my mother came to my house, she was eighteen or nineteen. Since then, she has been doing housework all her life and has no leisure to study. I have eleven brothers and sisters, and the warm upbringing of my mother can be imagined. I remember my mother often took time out of her busy schedule to bathe our young children. I'm afraid that soapy water will flow into my eyes. I'm ticklish. I always hide and laugh. My mother doesn't have time to pester us, patting her body and laughing while washing. Winter in the north is very cold. Although there is a stove in the room, the bedding is still as cold as iron when sleeping. Especially after going to bed, the back of the neck is ventilated and cold air blows in along the back.

We children sleep on a big kang with our heads facing out and four quilts in a row. Mother saw us get into bed every night, chattering and laughing, so she came over and blew out the oil lamp, and then stuffed the quilt behind our necks one by one. The bed immediately warmed up and fell asleep unconsciously. I don't know what my mother used, but I know that she stuffed the quilt and brought me unspeakable warmth and comfort. I'm still happy to think about it now, but that feeling is irreparable. I don't like noise since I was a child. As usual, grandparents set up a stage in the yard and sang puppet shows or Luanzhou movies on their birthdays. After eight o'clock, I turned and went into the house to sleep. Mother took out a large dustpan in her spare time, which contained sewing tools such as needle and thread scissors. She wants to sew again and again. At this time, I always snuggle up to her silently. She drove me away, but I didn't leave. Sometimes I fell asleep.

My mother said I was a good girl and an unsociable person. Now think about it, how much time can a person spend with his mother? In my childhood memory, my mother didn't seem to have time to sleep. It's about to get up at dawn, so braid our hair one by one. She wants to comb her hair by herself. I remember she took a sip of shaving water to make her hair shiny. Then she went to work as soon as she heard the noise in the building. Some people have prepared tea bowls, bird's nest, lotus seeds and snacks, but they need her hands to send them to grandparents. What about the daughter-in-law otherwise? In front of in-laws, the daughter-in-law always stands without a seat. After standing for hours, a woman with big feet is afraid she can't stand it! The most bitter thing is that my in-laws are old and don't rest in the middle of the night, and my daughter-in-law has to stay up late to serve. She is so sleepy that sometimes she falls asleep before she goes back to her room to undress. Even so, my mother never said a word of complaint. A few years before the founding of the People's Republic of China, my grandparents died one after another, and my mother was a little leisure. However, it is hard enough for her to take charge of housework and raise children. She took some annual leave to go back to her hometown in Hangzhou for the summer vacation, and I worked as a waitress several times. My mother loves her hometown and has lived in Beijing for decades. She can't completely get rid of her local accent. We often make fun of her, for example in Beijing? Jing? , she said? Kim. Sometimes she learns from us, but she can't learn well. She thought it was funny, too.

I sometimes learn Hangzhou dialect, and she says it's ugly, just like the vendor selling bamboo shoots at the door said. I think most people will agree that mom's cooking is always the best. My mother usually doesn't go to the kitchen, but when she is happy, especially when my father goes to the market to buy fresh fish or other southern goods, and when my father is particularly annoyed, she is also happy to take care of the knife. Then we will be blessed. When I left home for Tsinghua at the age of fourteen, my mother loved me very much, once a week. Almost without exception, she personally fried a plate of winter bamboo shoots, fungus, leek and yellow shredded pork for me, and poured a spoonful of carved wine when I started the pot. This is my favorite dish. But this dish must have been cooked by mother herself, and the other tastes will be different. My mother likes to drink a few glasses of wine when she is happy. Around the stove in the afternoon in winter, she often asked us to send a five-catty carved flower and a green glazed crock, with a piece of fringed paper on her mouth, and pour it into a teacup to drink with us when it was hot and humid. Wine is peanuts, if any? Seize the space? Yes, it is more delicious to buy some dried peanuts. My two sisters and I finished the can of wine with my mother.

Later, I was bored living alone in Sichuan. A catty of peanuts was sent to Maotai for dinner, and my friends laughed at me for eating? Flower wine? Actually, it's my mom's style. Since I entered Tsinghua, I have spent less time with my mother. I lived with my mother for three years before and after the Anti-Japanese War. Mother likes to listen to Pingju in her later years, and the most frequent place to go is Jixiang, because she is close to home. If you call the ticket agent, there will always be good seats. It's a pity that I can't spare time to accompany her to the opera, but my sisters and brothers accompany her for recreation. My father once told me that the reason why our family became a family and our children became people was because of the efforts of our mothers. After 38 years, the news was interrupted. It was not until I reconnected that I realized that my mother had given up raising and was enjoying the age of 90. In western customs, red carnations are worn on Mother's Day. If you don't know whether your mother is still alive, you should wear red and white carnations. Now I just need to wear white carnations, and I will die for my health. Both of them have losses, which are very painful and painful.