In my mind, my mother was very beautiful when she was young. She has a Chinese face, small eyes, a short ear-length hair combed back, and two hair clips on both sides behind her ears. She has a pair of bright and gentle eyes, and her smile is kind and brilliant. She is a refreshing person.
On a cold winter day, my mother took me from my hometown to live in the mine. Due to the tight time and complicated matters, the train returning that day was delayed. The next day, my mother led me back in a relative's carriage. The carriage moved slowly along the rugged river. The cold wind rolled up layers of river sand and came at us again and again. I shrink my neck and shrug my shoulders, my hands and feet are unconscious with cold, and my ears are red with cold. When my mother saw me like this, she immediately turned and took off my coat and let me put it on. She sat in the cold carriage and held me tightly in her arms. As time goes on, I feel that the cold wind and sand are gradually leaving me, and my whole body is getting warmer.
When I was young, I had either a headache or a cold. My mother goes to work at four o'clock, and after going home for five hours, she has to get up and cook for my father and eldest brother who are on the morning shift, my second brother and two sisters who are at school, and then make me breakfast for sick people. After washing pots and pans, he was dragged to the hospital to queue up for diagnosis, and then lined up to catch Chinese medicine. Go home to wash vegetables and make lunch. My mother didn't go to work in a hurry until I finished drinking Chinese medicine soup and urged me to go to bed. After eight days of care and nursing by my mother, my body gradually recovered.
When I was in primary school, there was a time when red cherry guns were particularly popular. I am the same as my classmates. Whoever owns the red cherry gun is particularly proud. Whenever I go to physical education class, my classmates hold red cherry guns, which makes me feel envious. I came home at noon and told my mother what I thought. I went home the next day, put down my schoolbag and lay on the kang. Seeing me like this, I went up to him and said, "What happened to Bao Er? Is he sick? " I shook my head. Then my mother smiled and said, "Go and see what's behind the gate." As soon as I heard this, I got up from the kang, stood on the ground and ran there in three steps. A red cherry cannon with red spikes with a height of 1.5 meters appeared in front of us. At that time, I was happy from ear to ear, so I quickly took it to my hand and read it over and over again, touching it over and over again. My mother said to me, "Listen to the teacher and study hard. If others have it, you will definitely have it. "
In the afternoon, I put on my schoolbag and took my beloved baby with me. When I met my classmates, I proudly said, "Look at the red cherry gun my mother made for me." Physical education class, I deliberately stood in the front row, hold my head high and hold my chest high, and my assassination was standardized and powerful, which was praised by my teacher.
It was my happiest day, the happiest day and an unforgettable day.
I once had a warm and happy family of seven. Me, father, mother, two brothers and two sisters. In that era of material poverty, although life was poor and poor, it was ok because my mother worked hard and saved money. Ordinary days, talking about happiness, we enjoy this kind of family happiness like most families. There has been no laughter in our family since mother died. Every traditional festival with reunion significance is soaked with our sad tears and unforgettable thoughts about our mother. Especially when Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, we are all silent, and the home is full of suffocating and depressing atmosphere.
For as long as I can remember, in the kitchen, my mother was always alone, cooking a family meal, and then inviting my daughter and her family to sit around for dinner. Although it was very hard at that time, I learned the hard-working character from my mother and learned what life is and what life is earlier. From this, I was moved by silence again and again, and realized life again and again. Now I secretly swear that I can't be filial to my mother, but I must be filial to my father and comfort her broken heart. ......
Within six months after my mother died, I was depressed and sentimental. I'm afraid to see people laughing and enjoying their family. I am afraid to get together with people my age, because my unforgettable thoughts have nowhere to put, and what I want to say has nowhere to say, only to hide in my heart. From then on, I miss every day, every year, every Qingming. ...
For 28 years, I have been escaping from life and want to write some words about my mother, but every time I mention a pen, I feel less annoying to use, and my heart is boiling. For this reason, I began to learn to write in my spare time, writing constantly and venting my feelings on paper with a pen.
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I am writing this article in memory of my mother.
I wish parents all over the world peace and spring and autumn, and wish every family health and happiness forever!