Before a few commonplaces, she cried and said, "Second brother, my mother talked about you every day in her later years." Among our brothers and sisters, Amy is the youngest and spends the longest time with her parents.
And I, who left home the earliest and walked the farthest, was worried by my old mother. "Mom often talks about your childhood."
Amy told me. "Second brother, do you still remember yourself?" Mom left us for ten years, and I wasn't in front of her when she died.
"Mom said you didn't like to talk when you were young. You make people laugh when you talk. When others laugh, you don't say it. Once at a relative's house for dinner, the adults talked and laughed and only talked about their affairs.
You are caught in the middle, like a little papaya, and suddenly you say to yourself, "My rooster laid an egg," ... everyone is shocked, and you say,' It's red.' Adults just laugh, laugh enough, wait for you below, you will be silent. "
I don't remember at all. I don't remember at all. An Mei sobbed and said these words intermittently. Say that finish, she wiped her tears and smiled.
"Mom also said that once you came home from school and were harvesting wheat, a dozen day laborers squatted at the gate and stuttered at lunch. They stopped the road and wouldn't let you go home. You put your hand back and pretend to be an old man, saying,' Please get out of the way and let my old man pass!' Everyone asked,' Grandpa, how old are you?' You said,' I am eighty years old.
Mom says you are only eight years old. "I like to listen to other people's anecdotes. I didn't expect me to be so interesting.
When I was a child, all these little things were collected in my mother's memory, but why did some things about my mother rarely appear in my memory? The mother I remember is not as dramatic as the child my mother remembers. I only have some impressions of her. As long as I can remember, she seems not to be very young.
She wears only one color of blue cloth all the year round. I remember that on a snowy day, my friends and I had enough running and playing in the snow outside. It was dusk when we got home. We walked into the yard and saw my mother sitting on the stove and making a fire.
Hui Jin, a torch from the stove mouth, spilled on my mother's blue cloth coat, making my mother's face red. Through the colorful and confusing snowflakes, the deep night sets off the mother sitting in the halo, which is particularly beautiful.
When I was about twenty years old, it was also snowy. I thought of my mother. I wrote a little poem, which I didn't save, but I am confident that the artistic conception is beautiful, because it records a precious glimpse of my youth-dusk, snowflakes and the firelight of the stove mouth reflect my beautiful mother ... My mother is very diligent, and she does all the work of the servants, which is probably the same when I am a daughter-in-law. Mom likes singing.
When I was young, I listened to my brothers recite poems. After being a daughter-in-law, listen to her husband's poems. Mom must have memorized some Tang poetry and Song poetry.
But her singing is just an accent that she hums at will. My family often has blind artists to deliver meals. In the evening, they played the lyre and sang some drums in the hall to repay their host's kindness.
Mother's singing seems to have the tone of reciting ancient poems, with the tone of three strings, which is an aria created by herself. It can be called "absolute music" with tones and no words. This aria is deep, long and sad.
Mother never says anything sad. She told her children to study hard, live up to expectations and be a man.
She believes that tomorrow will be better than today, and future generations will be better than the previous generation. However, I know my mother is deeply sad. Although I don't know what she is sad about, I feel that she is sad from her singing and chanting, and it is very, very, very, very deep, very deep, very deep, very deep, very deep, very deep, very deep, very deep, very deep, very deep, very deep.
She sat on the kang, sewing and singing, as if in a monologue. "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow." I began to realize from my mother's songs that there is something in life called sadness, which will make me cry for no reason.
And I like the smell very much, not to mention I learned it from my mother's singing. "How nice the seaside is! There are many stones on the beach, purple.
I really want to live by the sea, build a small stone house with purple stones, live in it and watch the sea alone every day ... "Once my mother suddenly stopped sewing and interrupted her singing and said these words for no reason. She looked at me quietly and smiled.
I cried on my mother's knee. I am very, very sad.
"I want to build a stone house by the sea," said my mother.
At that time, I was fourteen or fifteen years old, and I tried to compose a little poem from my mother's words. I only wrote these three sentences, and I can't write any more, as if I had finished writing them all. In the next few years, I continued to write many times without success. In the end, there are only three sentences left.
I know from this that some poems can only have a beginning, and the beginning is the end. I'm surprised that my mother has never seen the sea. How can she yearn for the sea so much? An Mei told me that during the War of Liberation and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, my mother would burn incense for the Bodhisattva and pray for me every night.
She believes that I will come back safely. 1955 I went home to visit my parents and left them for ten years.
It turns out that I took 20 days off to visit my family, but I only stayed at home for two nights. My father was reluctant to let me go, and my mother said, "Just leave early."
Without a word to stop me, she sighed and said, "If I am your age, why can't I make a revolution!" " I didn't answer, and I didn't know how to answer. I asked Anmei, "What was your mother's duty before she was in danger?" "No."
My mother died of lung cancer at the age of seventy-four, which was a very old age. A few days before my mother died, she told me a story of May: In ancient times, there was a dutiful son whose mother died. After the funeral, he smiled and sang at the grave.
People were surprised and said he was crazy. In fact, this dutiful son is really filial.
It is a happy event that people can't live forever, live to the right age and die in peace. A mother knows that her child can survive and live happily as before, and she will die with her eyes closed.
AnMei here, no words; I don't want to say anything when I hear this. Silence.
Only silence. Children can only condense into a silent heart flower, with unspeakable deep sorrow, dedicated to our loving mother's soul in heaven! I was just about to ask Anmei what else her mother said.
2. Mother left home in childhood and grew up to go home. His happy eyes closed tightly and turned into two black holes. She grinned as if she scared me.
Mother was wearing a red apron, mumbling, and tears kept flowing from his swollen eyes.
My mother's crying scares me. She has never been so weak. She has always been strict.
My mother is big, with hard bones and strong hands. She always dresses up like Li Lisuo.
5, but not now, the clothes are skewed and messy, in a mess; I used to comb my hair bare and stick it on my head like a big bright hat, but now it hangs over my bare shoulders.
6. My mother rolled on the ground, groaning in pain and gnashing her teeth.
3. The ancient poems about mother and their appreciation 10 poems 1, "Wandering Son".
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music.
10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.
He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.
Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone.
It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet.
Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "night shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
4. The beautiful sentence of leaving elderly parents is 1. When the car drove out of my parents' sight, my tears could no longer be controlled. It was 17 years ago, and this was repeated. This makes parents heartache again and again! Me? What should I do?
I really want to leave home. I feel extremely sad. I didn't travel because I was afraid to leave! What I can't let go is my yearning for my family and my concern for my parents. All this has become a truth: I am alone outside, please rest assured!
3. Looking up into the distance, all the street lamps and twinkling stars in the night sky are my mother's kind and warm eyes, accompanying me along the way! Run with me! At this time, I also have a strong idea in my heart that it is time to return to my parents. They are old and can't stand any more pain. How happy it is to go back to them, live under their noses and eat their home-cooked meals! For the happiness of my parents, and to sleep more comfortably and practically every day, I want to end my life in a foreign land and return to my parents as soon as possible! Sad sentence
In the eyes of parents, children are their whole world, but in the eyes of children, parents are just a home, and they can go back or stay in the outside world. But I don't understand how much parents at home care about their children and miss them!
In fact, when I left, my father just watched me leave without saying a word, because everything I had to say was poured into my deepest heart! Will accompany me all the way! Sad sentences about leaving home
6. After the car left home, I tried not to cry, because my mother was speechless at this time, and the tears on her face deeply hurt my heart. I tried to control my emotions and keep my eyes open to prevent tears from flowing. If I cry, my mother will be in tears, too. It's hard to give up!
5. The ancient poems of maternal love never leave the mother to worship the mother's river beam and shed tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. The sun-dried clothes are still tattered, but the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it. "Send Mother Home" stopped at a loss and trapped me into a Chu prisoner.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! 1. I love them. How can I get to know my parents? Children's Language II. [Tang] Han Yu 3. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
[Tang] Meng Jiao 4. In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety 5. The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety 6. When the mother is bitter, the child is uneasy. Song of Persuading Filial Piety 7. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety 8. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs 9. The prodigal son turned back, and it didn't feel cold to respect his mother before.
Song of Filial Piety 10. The mother instrument hangs down, and the night platform is silent. Motto collection 1 1. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. 12. Mourn my parents and give birth to me.
The Book of Songs 13. What can I do without my parents? The Book of Songs 14. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Ziyan 15. When you succeed, everyone is a friend.
But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo's Ode to a Wanderer is the center line of a loving mother's hand, and a wanderer wears clothes.
I'm afraid I'll be late when I leave. Whoever speaks with an inch of grass will enjoy three rays of spring. The background of the author is Meng Jiao (75 1-8 14), a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Dongye was born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). When I was a teenager, I lived in Shan Hao, and Han Yu and I were good friends.
I was poor all my life, and I didn't enter Jinshi until I was nearly 50 years old. Meng Jiao's poems are famous for their sharp voice, pursuit of strange ideas and thin language style, and expression of the lower class and their own poor life and experience. He is as famous as Jia Dao and is known as "a thin suburban island".
Wanderer: A person who travels far from home. Italian fear: worry.
An inch of grass: grass. Inch grass heart: here refers to the heart of a wanderer.
Sanchunhui: the sunshine in spring. Here is a metaphor of maternal love.
Three spring, early spring, middle spring and late spring refer to the whole spring. Light, sunshine.
Needle and thread in the hands of a loving mother, clothes on people far away from home. When traveling, I have to sew tightly, fearing that my son will come back late.
Who says the grass's mind can repay the glory of spring? Appreciation of famous sentences-"But how much love does an inch of grass have, and do you have three rays of spring?" Meng Jiao was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of 50 and became a lieutenant of Liyang County. As a small official, he ended his long-term wandering life and lived with his mother. This poem was written at this time.
The poem reveals the greatness of maternal love with a very ordinary and typical life detail: the old mother sewed the clothes for her son who was about to leave, and because she was worried that her son would not come back for a long time, she sewed them carefully, hoping that the more she sewed, the stronger she would be. The loving mother's deep love for her son was sewn into her clothes, and her son went all the way to Wan Li.
This ordinary life scene, full of affection, has been experienced by each of us, so it can arouse every reader's * * * and arouse our memories and attachment to our mother. Motherly love is unrequited and inexhaustible for children, because it is as endless as the March sunshine feeding grass.
Poetry is simple in picture, simple in language, profound in connotation and touching, so it can be widely read and passed down through the ages.