There is a little boy whose family is very poor. Only mother.

When the little boy was seven years old, he suddenly got a serious illness. His mother took him to many doctors, but they couldn't make a diagnosis. This is a very strange disease,

No one can name the disease.

Like all parents who seek medical treatment, as long as they hear a glimmer of hope, mother will spare no effort to try, so she tried many drugs, but it didn't work, son.

The condition is getting worse and worse, and the originally thin body is getting thinner and thinner. Later, the child could not stand up. The treatment cost all the family savings.

One day, my mother learned that there was an old Chinese doctor in the distance, and his medicine could cure the child's illness. After eating a little, the child really recovered. It's just that the medicine of old Chinese medicine practitioners is very expensive. My mother sold everything that could be sold at home, only my mother went up the mountain to cut wood every day. This is the most primitive means to maintain a family's livelihood.

Most Chinese medicines are boiled three times before being dumped, but mothers often have to cook them seven or eight times until they are tasteless. The boy found that his mother always took out the dross.

He fell on the road and was crushed to powder by passers-by. He asked his mother why, and her mother told him that passers-by stepped on your scum and took your sick breath away, making you better faster.

The boy said, how did this happen? I would rather get sick myself than others. Sure enough, my mother won't dump the dregs on the road in the future.

The days passed day by day in my mother's countless chopping wood and expectation. One day, the boy found himself able to stand up. He stumbled to the back door, trying to break the news.

Tell my mother who is still chopping wood on the mountain.

Pushing open the door is a path leading to the mountains. The glittering and translucent moonlight hangs quietly, and the road is covered with a thick layer of powder, which is scum. Few people go that way.

Only my mother passes by every day when she is chopping wood.