I took my mother, daughter and niece to the playground the other day. My daughter is three years old and my niece is five years old. Because the two children are too young, some amusement facilities need to be accompanied by adults, so I let my mother go to the playground to accompany the two children.
I sit in the parents' waiting area, burying my head in writing, and occasionally looking up at them to play.
Inadvertently, I saw my mother playing with them on the slide. The slide is about two meters, steep and high. The child didn't dare to play, so the mother slid down with her.
The two children have been cheering and are naive. However, after several times, I found that my mother was a little clumsy and sweaty on her forehead. I can't help feeling a little senile.
For an instant, my heart was hit hard by something, and my nose was a little sour.
In my memory, my mother was so light and agile.
When I was in primary school, I often brought some friends to my house to play. We often kick shuttlecock, jump rubber bands and play waist ball. ......
Once there were not enough people, my mother volunteered to make up the number.
At that time, shuttlecock was made of goose feathers, which was very elastic. As long as you push a little harder, it will bounce very high. But if the force is uneven or the direction is wrong, the badminton will bounce to one side and it is difficult to connect. The friends have tried their best and barely kicked less than ten times.
It was my mother's turn, only to see my mother flick the shuttlecock like a frog, up and down for a while. My mother is staring at the shuttlecock, and her body is adjusting at any time, from front to back, from left to right, as light as a swallow. Waterfall-like black hair becomes darker and brighter in the sun.
The friends were dumbfounded and kept cheering and clapping for their mother.
Mom saw that we were happy and followed us, and made up a pattern. She kicked the shuttlecock high, then leaned over slightly, took off, stepped on the other foot and made a cross; Then we kicked the shuttlecock with the lower foot, and we were simply shocked. My mother can do such a difficult movement for about ten times in a row. Mom said this is called "flower basket", which is really informative.
As long as there is a mother's team, we will definitely win the first place. Later, all the friends scrambled to be with their mother.
Mother is not only good at playing games, but also good at handicrafts.
At that time, the school often organized two classes: calligraphy, painting, paper cutting, cloth pasting and origami. ......
Every time I hand in my homework, my mother becomes Zhuge Liang behind me. She taught me how to fold gourds, foxes, paper cranes, maple leaves and so on. Vivid works always attract the envy of the whole class.
I still clearly remember that in the process of origami, my mother always patiently and meticulously explained how to fold, overlap, pleat and flanging, and I followed suit seriously.
Those slender and dexterous hands are not as rough as peasant women, but they are very white and tender; Those eyes are dark and particularly bright. I always feel something in my eyes. Now I understand, not origami, but her youth and beauty. She caught the tail of youth through origami and spread maternal love.
My mother didn't have much education, so she dropped out of primary school before she graduated. I got married early and had me since I was 2 1 year old. I haven't experienced too much youth yet, and then I have a sister and a brother.
It is conceivable that in a rural family, it is really not easy for my mother to take care of our three brothers and sisters while busy with farm work.
Gradually, I am old enough to help my mother share housework and farm work.
In late autumn, the crops were harvested. In order to use more in one place, all kinds of beans will be planted in the corn field. White kidney beans, red kidney beans, black adzuki beans ... and then manually picked, dried, selected and sold.
I will never forget the experience of picking beans.
It's early autumn, so we should pick all the beans before the corn harvest. At that time, the weather was still hot, commonly known as "autumn tiger", and my mother and I started in the corn field.
My mother works very fast, and she is also a famous fast person in the village. Afraid that I was too slow to keep up, she picked four ridges, and I picked one ridge, but I still couldn't keep up. The scorching sun radiates its heat, and the cornfield with poor ventilation is even more sultry. Soon, I was sweating.
That's not the main thing. Children are not afraid of heat. What are they afraid of? Afraid of loneliness.
I was very timid at that time, and I kept aiming at my mother while picking it, for fear that my mother would disappear at a glance. Now I remember, why would a mother leave her child behind?
But at that time, I loved thinking. There happened to be a grave in my cornfield, and I didn't even dare to look at it. Sometimes, the more people are afraid, the more they have auditory hallucinations and hallucinations. I always feel that someone is behind me, and my heart is in my throat. I know there is nothing in my heart, but my body is still afraid. I can't tell you how it feels.
Mom is bold and not afraid at all. At last, I asked my mother, "Mom, aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?" Mom asked me inexplicably.
"Afraid of the grave!"
"Don't be afraid, grave afraid of what, there is a dead man. It can't climb out. "
Well, I persuaded my mother to put my fear behind me, but when I go there to pick beans again, I will still be shivering and creepy.
Even if I am an adult now, I will still be afraid if I go to that field again. Maybe I'm too timid
"Mom, mom, drink water!" My daughter, who is not very talkative, woke me up in my memory.
I took the water out of my bag and my mother came and took it away. I found that my mother's hand had climbed up many wrinkles unconsciously, white and slippery, and an oval senile plaque was faintly seen on her wrist.
Mom is only 53 years old, and she already has senile plaques? I can't believe my eyes.
I have been busy studying, working and having children, but I don't know that when I was busy, years secretly took away my mother's youth.
My mother never stopped, raising the three of us, and then the children. Fortunately, my mother has a young heart and always gets along well with children. Children like this "old urchin" best!
When I looked up, my mother's dark and bright eyes were gone.
It's a little cloudy now, and there is a yellow thing in the corner of my eye.
I am a little choked up and dare not speak. I hurriedly lowered my head and deliberately fiddled with my mobile phone. I'm afraid, I'm afraid I've sobbed when I spoke. ......
"Don't always look at your mobile phone, it's not good for your eyes!" Accustomed to the tone of concern, let my heart burst even more!
"Well, I see!" I pretended to be normal and answered simply.
Mother continued to play with her two children, looking at her chubby back, as if she saw the mother who was as light as a feather and kicking a shuttlecock!
Jie Jiang has a poem saying: "The streamer is easy to throw people, the cherry is red, and the banana is green."
In a blink of an eye, everything seems to be yesterday. However, the present reality has given me a deep slap in the face.
Time, you walk slowly, so that I can still watch my mother. Watching my mother grow old, let me spend more time with her!
Time, take your time!