(2) The daughter's questions are full of innocence and childishness. I really don't know how to answer at the moment, but this question is like an invisible key, which opens the box of emotion and memory. ...
Many years ago, when I was a little girl, I always looked at my mother in surprise. In my memory, I was excited when my mother was drying boxes.
(4) Mother's camphor wood box is deep and heavy, like a chaotic, dark and nascent universe. What I still remember is the colorful bamboo poles in the sun, the strange but serious smell of camphor, and my mother's joy in exploring the Middle East and the West while drinking.
The only thing I really remember is a beautiful quilt cover with white satin embroidered with rabbits, green Chinese cabbage and red radish. Mom will turn around and say, "Don't touch it, don't touch it, I'll give it to you when you get married."
(6) The Xiang embroidery seems to have disappeared somehow, and I didn't ask in detail. But I can't forget my mother's happy and self-sufficient expression when she opened the box, which will make me feel that she suddenly doesn't belong to the world around her. At that time, she will forget dinner and the red velvet rope I knitted.
(7) Besides the drying box, what my mother likes to remember most is my grandfather's love for her who died young. Grandpa always likes to take her to the streets to eat snacks. How delicious the loin and soup packets are? Even the fried noodles with yellow edges and rock sugar soybean milk are delicious beyond my imagination.
Every time I hear her say those words, I am surprised-as long as I can remember, my mother is a role of eating leftovers, and braised pork and newly fried vegetables are just taken for granted in front of my father. Her own face is always a jumble of leftovers and a bowl of "wiping rice".
(9) Every time my mother talks about those things, there is always infinite tenderness. She is neither sentimental nor complaining. She just spoke calmly like that and didn't want to pull the world back. She will still sit in the old place and eat the leftovers of the next meal; And at night, as usual, she would go door to door to check the bolt. She is responsible for locking herself in this house. ...
(10) In fact, what mother in the world has never been a fairy in feathered clothes? Like the little weaver girls in the story, they all live on the banks of the Milky Way, weaving rainbows and spinning neon lights, hiding clouds and catching the moon, and how many times do they worry? They are the most pitiful little daughters of the gods. They look at the water all day and are surprised by their beautiful feathers and skin. They focus on their youth for a long time and revel in its brilliance.
(1 1) Then one day, her down jacket disappeared. She patted the white down jacket over and over again, silently closed the box and hid the key. It was she who locked the old down jacket. She can't fly because she can't bear to. She has decided to be a mother.
(12) A daughter will not be kind until she gets the answer. My arm hugged my neck tighter: "Mom? Are you a fairy after all? "
(13) I came to my senses, but I was stunned. Whether I am a fairy or not, I don't want to tell her anything. I just casually dealt with it: "No, mom is not a fairy. Go to sleep. "
(14) My daughter is skeptical about my prevarication. She closed her eyes obediently, and then opened them uneasily: "If you are a fairy, teach me the fairy method!" " "
I just smiled and tucked her in. In fact, I really want to say to her, "Yes, my mother was a fairy when she was a child. But now, no, you are, you are a fairy. "
Brief introduction of the author
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Zhang Xiaofeng is a famous essayist in Taiwan Province Province, China. He graduated from Soochow University in Taiwan Province Province, where he taught at Hong Kong Baptist College and is now a professor at Yangming Medical College in Taiwan Province Province. 20 12 was elected as the candidate of the People First Party for the 8th Taiwan Province Provincial Legislator.
Zhang Xiaofeng, pen names Xiaofeng, Sankoh, Ke E, etc. , a famous essayist of the third generation in Taiwan Province Province, is 73 years old (20 14).
194 1 was born in Jinhua, Zhejiang, and Tongshan, Jiangsu. When she was 8 years old, she went to Taiwan Province Province, China with her mother. She studied in Yi Bei Girls' School and Pingtung Girls' School, and finally graduated from Soochow University. She teaches at Suzhou University and Hong Kong Baptist College. At the age of 36, he was rated as one of the "Top Ten Contemporary Prose Writers in China" by the critics in Taiwan Province Province. Yangming University came to teach in this school after its establishment, and served as a professor in the general education center of this school until his retirement in 2006.
Zhang Xiaofeng wrote many different genres, such as prose, new poetry, novel, drama and prose, among which prose is the most famous. Her famous work "The End of the Carpet" expresses the joy before marriage, and her feelings are delicate and touching, but her achievements are not limited to this. Her later works are constantly developing and breaking through in content and skills, from describing trivial matters of life to expressing feelings about home and country and the social world, integrating into philosophy and constantly exploring. His main works include White Handkerchief, Red Handkerchief, Nostalgia in Spring, The End of Carpet, Homesickness and so on.
Zhang Xiaofeng is the winner of Zhongshan Literature Award, National Literature Award, Wu Sanlian Literature Award, China Times Literature Award and United Daily News Literature Award, and has won ten outstanding young women. Many works have been selected into middle school textbooks in Chinese mainland and Taiwan Province provinces.
Zhang Xiaofeng believed deeply in religion and loved creation. There are thirty or forty kinds of novels, essays and plays, which are reprinted in one edition and translated into various languages. In the mid-1960s, his prose became famous, and his works were listed in the Selected Works of the Top Ten Prose Writers in Taiwan Province Province from 65438 to 0977.