I believe that in infancy, it should be the mother's breath that first activates the function of the nose, just as the smell of the mother beast means safety, warmth and caress to the cubs.
1975 In the midsummer of August, I was drying clothes in the "boudoir" at No.47 Gulangyu, and I took out the red silk scarf left by my mother, and I watched with distress that it had faded. I put my nose in and smelled it, leaving only the overbearing smell of camphor wooden boxes. Disappointed, I went back to my desk and wrote intermittently: "I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth."
The pen was put down, but the sadness in my heart still lingered, until the pale ink blurred the poem in the dusk, and my father asked me to go upstairs for dinner. I looked back at my mother's photo, and all the hair on her forehead was upturned. I always habitually reach out and want to heal her.
It is said that the photos are not as beautiful as those of my mother before her death, but the sad smile, gentle mouth and thoughtful gaze are the last impressions my mother left me.
The most touching smile in my memory is my mother's captivating smile, which was the highest reward of my childhood. It seems that I am very lucky and won the prize in the Mandarin contest. I lead the singing in the inter-school singing conference, and the "red" on the result notice is just to get my mother's brief Zhan Yan smile.
My mother's teeth are thin and neat, but her gums are low. When she laughs occasionally, she will put her fist on her mouth to hide her shyness, just like a singer with a microphone. That posture is ridiculous, but it makes me yearn for it. Because, at that time, in our life, the happy things that can make mom so forgetful are always fresh to meet.
Every dear daughter draws this glory from her mother's face, so her body and mind are bright and suddenly enlightened.
Mother's skin is excellent, white inside is full of powder, her neck is delicate and her shoulders are shiny. Influenced by my mother, I always think that good skin is one of the prerequisites for female beauty. In addition to a bottle of Ya Shuang, my mother sometimes dipped a little egg white from the eggshell and painted it on the corner of her eyes. Fear is my grandfather's exclusive snack, and the skin care products made by my mother in the revolutionary era are the lowest-cost leftovers.
My sister and I have used up all our clothes, shoes and socks, so she seldom adds new clothes for herself. At my uncle's wedding, my mother transformed an old cheongsam into a blue jacket with a high collar and a high waist and double-breasted buttons, and put it on a slightly plump body, which surprised all the guests and asked them to hold their heads as high as possible. Mother is not proud. On the way home, she took my sister and me into the photo studio and took a 4-inch photo. Facing the whim of luxury, my mother explained: We haven't sent a photo to my father for a long time. In fact, it is also a reward for yourself. My mother just celebrated her 30th birthday and has three children. My brother 10 years old. And our father, with bare arms and only a pair of half pants, waved a shovel in the open air in Sanming Mountain area. When my mother is 36 years old, she will sing the folk song "Ten Send to the Red Army" at the National Day party at work. She designed and cut a thin light pink purple coat for herself, with tight sleeves and a round hem. My sister and I were sitting under the stage, but we forgot to applaud with our mouths open. Since then, colleagues and neighbors have borrowed shirts for dinner or performances, but they all admit in dismay that no one can wear the smell of mother.
Can someone tell me what my mother smells like? If you describe it, use an inappropriate metaphor. My mother is similar to mint, light green, cool, and Chinese medicine is a bit bitter. Wonderful: I put it down, but the sadness in my heart still lingers until the faint ink stains my poem at dusk. My mother is similar to mint, light green, cool, and Chinese medicine is a bit bitter. In a word, this article remembers my mother with the author's memories and sincere feelings. I hope my answer will satisfy the landlord.