1. Wandering Ziyin
Outside the house, the biting cold wind was blowing. In a dilapidated hut, an old man over sixty years old was sitting on the kang. Make preparations for your son to travel far away.
The loving mother sat in the dim light, sewing clothes for her son Meng Jiao. She held the needle in her left hand and the thread in her right hand, slowly passed through the eye of the needle, tied a knot, and then carefully Sew up. This stitch contains the mother's concern and worry for her son. She is worried that her son will not be able to come home. The family is too poor and has no money to buy silk and satin for her son. All she has is coarse clothes and linen.
"Son! You have to be careful outside, get along well with others, and write letters home from time to time, so that your mother can feel at ease!" After saying that, I choked up, and at this time, my tears couldn't help but flow. The ground fell. Meng Jiao put down the book and looked at his loving mother, nodding deeply. At this time, he was thinking a lot and even decided to stay at home and accompany his mother. However, he could not let his mother down. He had to become famous in the world in order to repay his mother. He thought of the difficulty of going to school and the hard work of his mother when he was a child.
When he was a child, Meng Jiao's family was very poor and had no money for him to go to school. He also understood in his heart that it was not easy to understand his mother. Although he wanted to go, he did not want to ask his mother and increase her burden. The attentive mother finally noticed it. In order to let her son go to school early, she worked hard every day to weave and work. Finally, the mother took some money and handed it to her son. The son was shocked, but the mother only said one sentence: "Take it!" Meng Jiao understood that the money was hard to come by, and he studied hard from then on...
Now that he can travel and study, the excitement in his heart is something that no one can understand. The concern for his mother in his heart is also something that no one can understand.
Tomorrow, he will leave, leaving his loving mother, this dilapidated hut, and the homeland where he was born and raised. He couldn't express the reluctance in his heart. He couldn't do anything for his mother. He could only say that he would always miss this place and study hard outside. He couldn't help but recite a poem in his heart:
In the hands of a loving mother Thread,
The wanderer's shirt.
Before leaving, there is a tight gap,
I am afraid that I will return later.
Whoever says nothing about grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Outside the house, the biting wind was still blowing, but in this small house, there was a warm spring breeze.
2. Wandering Ziyin
During a snowy winter, Meng Jiao was going to another place to obtain academic status. So I said to my elderly mother: "Mom, I am going to get a degree and earn some salary to support our lives. It will take a long time to go, so you have to take care of yourself. It's cold, so wear more clothes!" Mother Tears welled up in his eyes, he said nothing, just smiled and nodded.
After dinner, Meng Jiao went to bed. But the mother picked up the shabby coat, lit the dim oil lamp, and sewed stitch by stitch... The weak light flickered on her pale temples, and her dim old eyes filled with crystal tears. The mother's hand was pricked by a needle, and the bright red blood dripped on the exposed cotton, which looked particularly bright. Meng Jiao saw all this with hazy sleepy eyes and shed tears.
In the morning, the sun in the east has risen. My mother stayed up all night, her eyes bloodshot. Meng Jiao got up and said with tears: "Mom, I'm leaving. I can never repay your love for my son!" As he said that, he ran to his mother and hugged her tightly...
The thread in the hands of a loving mother,
The clothes on the body of a wanderer.
Before leaving, there is a tight gap,
I am afraid that I will return later.
Whoever says nothing about grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Meng Jiao left with longing for his mother. His mother watched him kindly as he gradually disappeared into the vast snowfield.