My mother is always busy. As long as I can remember, she has been working, and she doesn't want to be idle at home or abroad for a moment. When we were young, we had a lot of land at home, and our brothers and sisters were one year apart. Mother should take care of us, do a good job in food and clothing, and help to plant more than ten acres of land, and run back and forth at home and in the fields every day. At noon, my mother is always the last one to come back from the field in the scorching sun. In the afternoon, I always wear stars into the house. I still clearly remember when my brother and sister were young and waited for their mother to come home every night:
After school in the afternoon, my brothers and sisters finished their homework and went to the west bridge at the entrance to the village to wait for their mother. Since dusk, the villagers have been crossing the bridge from the fields to go home, pulling carts, not riding bicycles, not carrying hoes, not carrying large bundles of firewood, not ... It's getting dark and people are getting scarce. At night, people can't see clearly, so once someone comes over the bridge, we will run up and shout in surprise, and the result is always disappointing. Later, the shouts ranged from loud to timid, and then to crying.
As night fell, the wind became cold. We lay on the bridge fence and looked down from the high bridge. At the eastern end of the bridge, the lights of every household are on one after another. The figure behind the orange window flashed, and the sound of feeding pigs, driving chickens and cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife came from the yard. These sounds are mixed and activated in every yard, which seems to be very popular. On the west side of the bridge, the dark night seems to be a black curtain, covering our mother, and the fields are connected in a large area and silent. The two ends of the bridge are like two worlds. A warm and lively, a dark and cold.
We waited and waited, and finally, at the other end of the bridge, a figure came with heavy steps from the other end of the bridge. We all stood up and looked at it eagerly, afraid that we could not shout out, but with hope, we cried timidly, "Mom?" "hey!" This sound should have come. Our hearts are like being pressed on the button of the automatic umbrella by our thumbs. Bang, it opens! "Little brother, brother, mother!" Brothers and sisters all threw themselves into their mother's arms. Mother always touches our heads with one hand and says, "Son, why are you all waiting here?" I didn't tell you to wait at home. It's so dark and cold here that you don't have to wear anything. Go out for a walk and go home quickly. "
Now that I think about it, we didn't wait at home at that time. We feel that there is no home without a mother.
My mother is an optimistic person. When I was a child, we lived in an old house. During the autumn harvest, the room was full of corn. After a busy day in the field, my mother forgot to rest, lit a lamp and peeled corn in the house. We are also very smart and helped to peel some. At this time, my mother will sing us operas, such as Chaoyanggou, The Red Lantern, Mulan and so on. We will clap our hands and applaud, and my father will also explain the stories in the operas. I still remember many operas and stories in them. When many students my age know nothing about traditional Chinese opera, I am proud to have such a mother and father. Looking back now, an old house made of blue bricks, a dim kerosene lamp, a hardworking couple and three childish dolls were guarding a lot of delicious corn, mother's singing, children's frolicking and father's explanation in the late autumn night. What a warm and moving picture. I still often recall this picture. Every time I recall it, I will always be surrounded by a thick warmth.
My mother loves us very much. After writing this sentence, I really don't know which thing to choose to prove. In fact, there is no need to prove it at all. Every step of our growth is inseparable from the care of our mother. For so many years, from birth to school, to studying abroad, working and getting married, my mother's heart was broken. To tell the truth, I didn't understand many things until I became a mother.
Now, I am sending my children to school, and I can't help thinking back to a time when my mother sent me to school.
At that time, I was studying in the county, and after a Sunday, I was going back to school. Mother said she would buy me a dress. However, to buy clothes, you have to go to a small town eight miles from home. And the direction of the town is opposite to that of the county. My mother took me to town by bike. After buying clothes, I could have cycled back to the county seat alone, but my mother was afraid that I was not familiar with the way from town to county seat, so she said to send me forward.
In August, the sun releases a lot of energy, and it is at noon. There are few people on the road, and there is no wind. Large tracts of corn and poplars on the roadside did not move. Only cicadas shout hot in the trees, adding a layer of irritability and sultry. The big asphalt road seems to melt in the sun. In some places, the color is much darker than usual. The bicycle tire was run over and a little sticky, making the sound of the tape being torn. My mother and I ride bicycles alone. I ride a new women's 26 bike. My mother rides an old-fashioned heavy-duty bike. I turn to look at my mother from time to time. My mother is very fat and difficult to ride. Sweat blurs mom's vision from time to time.
I thought my mother was very tired, so I stopped and said, Mom, go home. I can touch the county seat by myself. Mother also stopped to catch her breath, but insisted, "Miss, there is still a long way to go, and you haven't walked. Go, ride, go. " After wiping the sweat, I stepped on the car and walked to the front. I clearly saw that a large piece of color on the back of my mother's clothes became very dark.
We hurried on. When we arrived at another town just a few miles from the county seat, my mother said, "I'm hungry. Let's have some food before we go." I was really hungry at that time. It was past lunch time and I had to drive so far. There is a restaurant near the roadside. My mother went to report the meal, and I stopped at the electric fan next to the dining table. After reading the newspaper, my mother came back and sat at the table. Although she washed her face, her face was still red. She lifted the clothes on her back with her hands and gasped.
After a while, the food came up, and the boss said, "Come, a bowl of vegetarian noodles-"and put the attractive bowl of noodles on the table. My mother gave me a push and said, "Eat, girl, you are hungry. It's past supper time. " A bowl of vegetarian noodles, in today's view, may be too cheap and too common. However, in my memory, it was the first time to eat in a restaurant. At that time, we called it the canteen. At that time, the dining room, dining table, the pattern on the rice bowl served, the fine chopped green onion sprinkled on the surface and the oil flower floating in the soup were all novel and attracted me. I took out two pairs of chopsticks and handed them to my mother. My mother took it and put it back, saying, "Eat, girl, I'm not hungry." I took a few bites and it was really delicious. Seeing my mother watching me eat with loving eyes, I pushed the bowl over and said, "Have a bite, mom, have a taste." Mom insisted on not tasting and not being hungry. I said, "Really?" "Well, I'm not hungry. You hurry to eat, and then go to school. You can't be late. I will go home later and do it myself, without delay. " I finished the bowl of noodles in my mother's gentle and warm eyes.
From the canteen, there are still several miles from the county seat. I told my mother that I was familiar with this place and I could find a school. Mother promised to go back and gave some instructions. Mom got on the bus, pedaled hard, went back hungry in the scorching sun.
Now, every time I think of my mother's tired back, my heart hurts. I hate myself countless times. How could I be so ignorant at that time? How can I believe that? My mother sent me dozens of miles, and finally went back hungry. There are still more than thirty miles ahead. So, I said to myself in my heart, if I make money, I must treat my mother to a big meal. Later, after I joined the work, I invited my mother to have dinner several times. However, I know that a table full of delicacies can't compare with my mother's bowl of vegetarian noodles!
I am in a bad mood tonight, so I miss my mother very much. The night before my birthday, my mother called and told me to eat an egg. It's cold, so I should protect my hands. I still have the remedy I found last year ... I feel very happy listening to the familiar voice in the receiver. My mother doesn't seem to realize my growth. Whether I am in the south or the north, I have never left the care of my mother in Wan Li. However, I forgot my mother's birthday after only one week. I am ashamed of the contrast reflected by this little incident. So, how can I repay my mother's kindness? Over the years, my mother has worked hard for me and our three brothers and sisters all her life, and her hair has turned white. Callus-covered hands may be sewing a winter coat for my grandson at this moment when I type these words. Cloudy eyes may still be in front of the buttonwood tree in front of the window, longing for her long-married daughter to push the door open and call her mother.
Mother, your kindness, your daughter is hard to pay in this life!