Text/Wang Jingzhou
My mother was born in 19 17. She is a little girl, and she is a famous three-inch golden lotus in the village. Although my mother is weak and illiterate, she has taken a family through wars, disasters and countless years of ups and downs with extraordinary perseverance. Leave a string of tearful stories for children and grandchildren.
1in the spring of 938, 18-year-old father resolutely went to Yan' an to participate in the revolution. Only my uncle, big breasts, grandpa and my mother are left at home. Three months after my father left, I was born. At this time, the three old people were too old to do heavy work, and their mother became the top leader inside and outside. A family of five eats and dresses, and more than ten acres of thin land in the field are all taken care of by her golden tongue.
As winter approached, my father sent a letter home, saying, "My son is in Yuelai Restaurant in Yan 'an, Shaanxi, helping people do cloth business. I can't go near to pay my respects. I hope to send a cotton-padded coat to keep out the cold. " Mother quickly sent the cotton-padded clothes and trousers that had already been prepared. Unexpectedly, three months later, the parcel was returned intact. In this regard, the villagers have been talking about it, saying that their father is "dead." You know, uncle has no children, and he has regarded his father as his own since he was a child. Therefore, when he heard the gossip of his neighbors, he was furious. For my grandfather, he is an only child on 18 mu of land, and he can't die without seeing people. It is thousands of miles away from Yan 'an Prefecture, and his inner suffering is unimaginable.
2 1 year-old mother is reluctant to leave three old people behind and is determined not to marry and to support her family alone. The following spring, my uncle died of shortness of breath and syncope due to excessive phlegm. On my deathbed, he took my hand and said, "Zhou Niu, you are really unlucky ..." Shortly after my uncle died, my grandfather died with him because of unbearable pain. The young "widowed mother" left again with three inches of golden lotus, and arranged a funeral for grandpa alone. A grandfather in our family took my little hand and threw an "old basin" for his grandfather. The villagers in the street were filled with tears and sighed, "This family, old and young, relies on such a woman with little feet. How will they live in the future? "
After the death of two grandfathers, only my grandmother, mother and I were left at home, and I had to take care of a helper. Mother went to the ground with little feet, doing the same heavy work as Gu Gong. She is very busy at home, farming, cooking, feeding pigs and raising chickens during the day, and spinning flowers and weaving late at night.
1942, drought and locust plague followed. Mom and big milk will save me some food if they eat bran and swallow vegetables. My mother is also charitable, no matter how difficult it is, once I find someone in trouble, I will take small steps to send them something to eat. People don't lend their neighbors food, even if they give it back to her.
Suddenly one day, the chicken barked and the dog barked, and the Japanese suddenly entered the village. When Dai Nai heard the news, she quickly let her mother and Sanyi escape in disguise, and her old man swore to save her life. So they covered their faces with coal ash, and my mother held me in her arms and ran to the Lins' house, hiding in his cellar, and finally escaped. Later, I often thought that I was a six-year-old child at that time, weighing almost 30 Jin. My mother's feet were so small and her strength was not great, but she was not slower than others when she hugged me, which should include how deep my mother loved me!
After liberation, my mother became a landlady. Someone forced her to carry shit for the group with a golden tongue, and she was pushed from time to time because pushing and falling happened from time to time; Sometimes those people force her to pull the plow and rake for the group. My mother's feet are too small to walk steadily. How can she plow and rake like an animal? Nevertheless, my mother never gave in to fate. Every day, she endured all the cold eyes and injustices with her unstable little feet, as if she had made up her mind to carry this family to the end no matter how wronged she was.
Of course, my mother also pinned all her hopes on me at this time. In her spare time, she weaves home textiles and flowers, and raises pigs and chickens at home. Once I have saved enough eggs, I will go to the market with little feet and pay my tuition with the money I get from selling eggs. When I graduated from Chen Miaodong Primary School, 20 miles away, she always sent me away with her little feet. On the road, I have difficulty walking because of my small feet. At that time, the dirt road was potholed, and my little mother insisted on sending me to school. She couldn't wait to see her son become a dragon, and regarded me as the dawn of her life. Once, when she went to school and saw other children wearing beautiful school uniform coats, she hurried home and made me a coarse cloth coat of the same style. I know, she is afraid of her son's inferiority. Every time I think about this, I feel grateful and can't help but burst into tears.
/kloc-in the summer of 0/952, the head of the Northwest Military Region and the father of the first field army commander were transferred to Nanjing Military Academy. When the news reached home, big milk and mother were so excited that tears filled their eyes. Later, 15' s father left his hometown and returned home in gold. This is really a blessing! They hugged each other for a long time, sobbing. Father did not forget his roots and immediately decided to let the whole family go to Nanjing to live with him. However, the concept of "Jin Jia Yin Jia is not as good as her own" firmly binds the 70-year-old big milk. She not only refuses to go by herself, but also insists on not letting me go to Nanjing. From then on, my father sent me money every month for my study to supplement my family. In order to serve the old man with big breasts, my parents have to agree to divorce, and my mother is willing to continue to be her "widow" and continue to farm, cook, feed pigs, feed chickens, do housework and serve big breasts in her hometown in the countryside every day.
1February, 960, a 43-year-old mother died alone with little feet and big breasts. Mindful of her mother's contribution to the family, Big Milk said to me with tears on her deathbed: "Zhou Ni, don't forget your mother." Mothers often say: "Raise children to prevent old age." But for various reasons, my filial piety to my mother is not as good as my mother's kindness. After my mother died, I regretted it.
I was admitted to the Mathematics Department of Hoda University. 1959. "Three years of natural disasters" made my mother skinny with hunger. In order to survive the famine, she once trudged to Xinyang to beg with her grandfather. As a result, I spent all my money, bought nothing and came back hungry. Impatient, she had to go to the university with grandpa to find me. I can only buy them some black steamed bread with the saved meal ticket. My mother couldn't bear to eat, so she gave all the steamed bread to my grandfather. My grandfather was so happy that he ate six at a time. Afterwards, I often think that my mother was reluctant to eat a steamed bun when she was so hungry. She has only others in her heart and never herself.
I got married in my freshman year. After marriage, because the daughter-in-law was suffering from paranoid schizophrenia (I didn't know it at that time), their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were at odds and later had to separate. I thought it would be calm, but it's not. One day when I was in Hoda University (about 1962), I suddenly received an urgent letter from my mother, saying that I had something important to discuss and asked me to come back as soon as possible. When I got home, my mother said sadly that she would go to Nanxiang to escape with her relatives and friends. I don't know the truth, crying to keep my mother. My mother said, "Zhou Ni! If you don't let me go, you won't see your mother. " Helpless, I have to obey my will. Then, my mother sent my seven-year-old sister to grandma's house. The next day, my mother put her only pots and pans and worn-out clothes into two baskets. I took the burden and sent my mother to the east, and then my uncle sent her to Guzhuang's family. On the third day, my mother took my little sister and walked away with a pair of little feet to escape. I clearly remember that when my mother left home, she looked back step by step, reluctant to look back at that familiar home. At that moment, I was overwhelmed by communication and was in pain!
Several years later, the villagers told me the truth: when their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law lived in separate pots, the daughter-in-law let her mother and little sister live upstairs (three ancestral houses left by my grandfather), and she lived downstairs, so she was often angry. Daughter-in-law won't let mother eat vegetables. Once, the daughter-in-law said that her mother stole her things, and she locked her mother and sister upstairs for a long time; On another occasion, the daughter-in-law splashed her mother's quilt with water, and the mother and daughter had to hug each other for one night that night; What's more, as soon as her mother went to sleep one night, her daughter-in-law went upstairs and grabbed her by the neck, trying to kill her. Because of this, her mother decided to run away from home. But these reasons, my mother never told me. She is afraid that our husband and wife will be angry, and she would rather go out and beg by herself than find trouble with others.
Later, when my father learned about this, he severely criticized me in his letter: How old was your sister when your mother left? Is there any way to live outside? This makes me feel like a knife, ashamed, and always feel guilty. That's the truth. In my later years, my mother helped my daughter-in-law raise three children for more than half a year and sewed a coarse cotton-padded coat for them. Later, I helped my boss raise a baby girl for several months, wiping excrement and scraping urine every day, and never spared my strength. Especially in the more than ten years when I went to teach in Xinjiang, my 70-year-old mother often walked more than 20 miles back to her hometown with little feet to help my older children do farm work, cook and sweep the floor, sew and mend, pick dates and peanuts, and do everything. In the evening, Niu Er and I lived in a small hut in the wild, and I took pains to see jujube gardens and dealers.
Mother never cares about those who are angry with her, but always feels grateful to those who have been kind to her. Sometimes, I don't know which neighbor will give her a hand, or which neighborhood will give her a little favor. My mother always remembers, "I met all good people, how can they be good!" "
My mother has been diligent and thrifty all her life, cherishing things like gold. She never lets my sister and I buy clothes for her, and often says that I can't wear enough clothes. Life's food and clothing, almost entirely on their own hands. I sewed it myself from head to toe. She can wear sweaters for more than 20 years, leather vests and dog skin mattresses for life. Mother has always lived a simple life, never paying attention to it and being extremely frugal. After eating the rice in the bowl, I always break a small piece of steamed bread to wipe the rice bowl thoroughly and chew the skin out of the sky when eating melons. I once went to my sister's house to wait on my mother for more than a month. I cooked some home cooking for her and bought some ordinary snacks. My mother said happily, "I have eaten everything in my life and lost nothing!" " "
Mother is careful with herself, but generous with others. In her later years, it was not enough for her to give us the list of hard-worked coarse fabrics, but she insisted on buying us new blankets, saying that she never gave us anything when we got married. In fact, in 57 years, the family was so poor that there was nothing to send. Later, my mother also gave her daughter-in-law the gold and silver jewelry and the ancestral silver dollar, which moved my wife to tears.
My mother has never been seriously ill or in hospital in her life, which is her blessing. The secret of mother's health care is to eat black and white and ugly often. She said: I often eat black and white ugliness, no problem. My mother also grew a new tooth in her later years. Unfortunately, my mother suffered from cataracts and glaucoma in her later years and didn't care at first. When we tried to treat her, it was too late, and finally she became blind and regretted it. However, the old mother is optimistic: someone has been blind for decades and is still alive. Mother is so optimistic and open-minded, perhaps to make us feel ashamed.
On the day my mother died, she drank a bowl of soup in the morning, then defecated once, and then sailed the crane west safely at the age of 93. Sadness aside, I thought to myself that a mother who rode a crane might never be able to stand the shackles of a golden tongue or the hardships of walking. Ah, mother, I sincerely wish your soul in heaven is a kind and free fairy.
The blank left by my mother's death often reminds me of countless fragments and plots in her life. Every fragment and plot is like a branch of a thriving tree, which is covered with berries of maternal love and nuts of her personality. Every berry is transparent and pure, and every nut is engraved with the footprints left by her three-inch feet, just as I looked up at her back with tears.
About the author:
Wang Jingzhou, male, born in 1938, is from Miaoxiwang Village, Mengzhuang Town, Xinzheng, Henan Province. Bachelor degree, the first batch of senior middle school teachers (professors), head of teaching and research group, lifelong class teacher, academic leader, editor-in-chief of middle school students' learning newspaper, and author of Wang Jiapu and Millennium Boiling Spring. Member of Provincial Artists Association. Mathematics papers can be seen in many newspapers and periodicals. He has a wide range of hobbies: poetry, art, singing and dancing. And love literature. Poetry has been published in several newspapers.