Because it is the day of orphans and widows, my father works in the county, and my grandmother is old. I earn too little work in the production team, and I don't have enough food and firewood. My father had to skimp on his own rations and save food stamps to help his family. As for the lack of firewood, my father can't do anything about it, because there is no time to cut firewood. My mother, who has just become a new daughter-in-law, wants to wrap a headscarf and go out shyly to sweep the leaves. When there are no leaves, she will go to her mother's house more than ten miles away to pull firewood. The burden of life, there is no choice to pressure on the mother's immature shoulders. Although the days are poor, my mother still uses her filial piety to make the food more fragrant and soft; Sew the clothes more densely and beautifully with her care; Cut the window grilles more beautifully and brightly with her dexterity; Use her kindness to make neighborhood relations better and warmer.
But even such "good times" will not last long. My mother has been married for less than a year, and my grandmother has been paralyzed. This is worse than ever. The day has to be pushed forward, and the mother's burden is very heavy. She is very heavy and pregnant, and she has to take care of her paralyzed mother-in-law, do housework and earn work points. The brigade sympathized with mother and asked her to go to the sewing department run by the brigade. Mother is really unique. She not only learns quickly, but also works hard. Everyone praised her. Therefore, between work and rest, she ran back to collect excrement and urine for her mother-in-law, and everyone didn't have much opinion. Time flies so fast for people who are dizzy. My sister is almost one year old. Every morning, mother gets up early, sweeps the floor, cooks, washes grandma's face and combs her hair, feeds grandma, and holds the child in her lap to feed her. I ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast, put the fed children on grandma's kang, washed the pots and dishes, and flew to the sewing department to work. Father can only come back to help one day a week, and all the work is waiting for her to take care of the rest of the time. For years, she hardly walked but ran.
One day, the weather was fine. In order to let the paralyzed grandmother bask in the sun, my mother came home from work, carried her grandmother on a bamboo chair in the yard, put her sister in a homemade stroller next to her, and hurried back to work. In less than an hour, the neighbor's grandmother came to her mother in tears and asked her to go back and have a look. Something happened at home. Mother was surprised and ran home crying. It turned out that my sister's neck was stuck in the stroller, her face choked and her voice was hoarse. Grandma wants to carry her out, but she can't move. She struggled a few times and fell off the bamboo chair. Young and middle-aged people went to work in the fields, and the grandmother next door heard her crying. Seeing that she was at a loss, she called my mother. Fortunately, my sister was fine, but my grandmother cried bitterly, saying that she was like a living dead, and she couldn't even see a child, which dragged down the family. It is better to die, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law embrace each other and cry into a pair of tears. Bitter days are always so hard!
After three years of paralysis, my grandmother, who was taken good care of by my mother, died, my sister grew up a little, and my mother took a breath. Only four years later, big braid, whose mother was dark and liquid, had her hair cut short, her smooth face faded and her strong figure lost weight. The neighbor said that she married this poor family and wronged such a good woman. But my mother never complained in front of people except secretly crying. Her belief in creating a better life has always been there.
Time is up 1980. When I was two years old, I divided the land into households. For mother, this is a great opportunity to eat her stomach and heat the kang with her strength. Although she stays at home (because she has many brothers, she doesn't need to work in the fields) and knows nothing about farming, she is very enthusiastic. If she doesn't know, she will seriously ask for farm work. Apart from taking care of the children and doing housework, all her remaining energy is spent in the fields. Mother Earth is simple and sincere. Like my mother, I won't cheat the author, so that the hard-working farmers can finally fill their stomachs and stop worrying about eating and making a fire. Life is finally getting better. My brother was also born. Although it is hard to raise three children, eating and drinking Lazar, sewing and washing clothes, rural families take their children seriously and have a son, so the mother is in a better mood and more motivated.
1994, the national environment is good, and parents reach middle age. We work hard and manage our family diligently. With savings, our group first built four red brick houses, which were spacious and bright. Not to mention how happy this family is. At the same time, the mother's children have grown up: my sister goes to high school, I go to technical secondary school, and my brother goes to junior high school. When school starts in September 1, the tuition fee of several thousand yuan for three people is still a headache for parents, but even if my mother borrows it, she will be ready early. In her mind, she must pay the tuition for her children first. In fact, my mother did borrow money, just finished building a new house, spent several years of savings, and was very short of money. Mother picked up sewing skills again and rode her bike five kilometers back and forth to work in the town's clothing company every day. She works eleven hours a day with a salary of six yuan, plus fifty cents and overtime pay for a steamed stuffed bun. Year after year, rain or shine, never absent from work, broke three bicycles in six years. Even if the mother is so diligent, even if the father raises his salary, he can't meet the school expenses of the three children. After work, my mother thought of many ways to increase her income: raising chickens and pigs at home, embroidering pillowcases and quilts, hooking gloves for knitting factories, processing quilts for sofa factories, and pasting paper products ... In short, she is never idle. For her, the most difficult thing is to sell paper products and sell them to Panlong Cemetery to pay homage to the dead. It was my aunt's suggestion at first. My mother has scruples and doesn't want to do the business of the dead. My aunt persuaded her that her mother would make her hand. Second, people who go to the grave on the vernal equinox, Tomb-Sweeping Day and October 1st are easy to sell, and she has to rely on her own skills to eat. What's embarrassing? Others can sell, so can we. Thinking of the three children asking for money every day, the mother gritted her teeth and ignored everything. She prepared a mat, all kinds of paper, paste, string, scissors and a series of materials, and began to work. When this matter is finished, we will catch up with the solar terms and sell it in Panlong Cemetery. /kloc-On the first day of October, cut some chrysanthemums of various colors at the door, tie them into bundles and sell them together.
These things were mainly told to me by my aunt and neighbors. A strong mother never wants to tell her children the hardships of life. I think she is afraid that we are worried and afraid, and she has a burden in her heart.
20 1 1 Due to the change of work, returning to work in Panlong's hometown, Panlong Cemetery has become a must-see place every day. It was the first day of October in the lunar calendar. As the saying goes, ghosts don't walk by land, the weather is overcast and rainy in Mao Mao, and the wind is cold. People who come to pay homage to the dead are bustling, and buses are struggling on the road. Finally, it moved to the cemetery like a snail, and it was blocked and couldn't walk any further. Inadvertently, I saw an old woman squatting at the gate of the cemetery selling paper products: there was a tarpaulin at her muddy feet, with black, purple or yellow paper clothes on it, piles of paper money of various denominations, handfuls of white, purple or yellow chrysanthemums; She doesn't seem to be wearing thin clothes, but she is still shivering in the wind. Her face is blue and her gray hair is a bit messy. She pressed her forehead and quickly blocked her eyes. But she has no time to tidy it up. She just poked her messy hair with her arms during the busy interval, not to mention picking off the yellow leaves that fell on her hair. But she was very enthusiastic and greeted the bargainer. At that moment, I suddenly burst into tears through the window. My mother, my strong mother, my simple mother, my hardworking mother, she must have endured the cold and drizzled in this weather in order to save tuition and living expenses for her children. Once in my memory, my mother's skirt was often covered with scraps of paper, not that she was untidy; Zeng Jin's mother's hands are always rough, chapped and covered with cloth, not that she doesn't love beauty; It's not that she doesn't love colorful chrysanthemums in front of her house, but these dirty, painful and persistent things were once for our lives! My mother opened them one by one in my intermittent memory for the hard work at home. I wonder when the car started to move. My tears were like broken beads along the way, and I couldn't restrain my sobs. A car full of people looked at me inexplicably. I don't know what happened to this lesbian in her thirties. Why are you so sad? By the time I got off the bus, one of my sleeves was half wet. Great maternal love, we can't describe it in words, but the feeling of surging inside is real, which makes us feel practical; Motherly love is great, because she is the only person in the world who doesn't want to return. Since I don't want to repay, how can I repay? In the eyes of mothers, people should be such a generation to pay for their children!
It is said that women are the feng shui of the family. Because mother is filial to the elderly, loves children and is in harmony with neighbors, we are blessed. Now we three sisters are married and parents. My father retired, and my mother finally stopped working and went to Xi 'an to live with her brother's family. Our big family is doing well, more than enough.
Love is speechless, may all living mothers in the world be healthy!
The avenue is invisible, and I wish you a rich and thin burial!