Jia Pingwa's Prose: Tears for Mother! Motherly love is selfless, and filial piety waits for no one.

Everyone has a mother, but most mothers don't have a son like Jia Pingwa to write books for her. However, the transmission of maternal love has not weakened, but it has become more and more great, because maternal love is unknown and requires no return. Mother is always the harbor of children's life. Whether they are alive or dead, they will always inspire us to live a good life and be safe and happy. This is also the simplest wish of every mother for her children.

This article was written by Jia Pingwa near the third anniversary of his mother's death. Time flies, but the author doesn't feel that his mother is far away from him. On the contrary, he seems to be closer to himself. At the beginning of the second paragraph, he wrote: "I have been having a strange idea for three years. My mother is not dead, and I don't think my mother thinks she is dead."

Simple words, calm strokes, but it contains extremely full emotions. Such a statement is very rare in literary works, and this sentence alone is enough to make readers cry.

He didn't look for the routine of looking at people and things in ordinary prose, but expressed his thoughts about his mother through life. He recalled his mother's voice and smile, and even just thought that her mother was going out to buy his favorite "green pepper and radish".

He seems to have heard his mother's words and told him to have a rest and go out for a walk, but fantasy is fantasy after all. He returned to reality and burned incense in the incense burner. He replied to his mother's photo, "I'm not tired."

He recalled his mother's nagging, woke up in summer and thought about changing the air conditioner for his mother.

But after his mother died, these were all delusions. "He thinks his mother's new place should be cool." Such a scene, perhaps only the telepathy between mother and son!

Finally, the author lamented that "reality tells me that my mother died, I was on the ground, and he was separated by Yin and Yang in the underground, so it was difficult for mother and son to meet again, and suddenly she burst into tears."

But after all, it is crying, and it can only be emotional release.

Motherly love is silent as water, silent and unrequited. In this article, Mr. Jia Pingwa used an extremely calm and simple brushwork, without fancy decoration or false lyricism. Everything is a natural expression of inner feelings. Perhaps only in this way can he be worthy of his mother's greatness.

People often say that "the tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it, but in reality few people follow it." There are accidents for various reasons, but anyway, I think we need to remember the word "filial piety waits for no one".

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