My mother is a daughter-in-law bought.
My mother was brought into the yard by my grandfather and became my father's daughter-in-law. Mother saw the girl off without riding in a sedan chair, wearing red gauze, crying, and no one to help her, not to mention that she played melodious suona and set off firecrackers.
In this way, my mother silently rolled up a bun, put away all the girls' fantasies and became my mother.
My mother has no family, has never taken refuge in relatives, and has never traveled far in her life.
Mother is born dumb. Before she gave birth to us, she had no expression, no fantasy, no joy or sadness. She just did heavy work, cooked food and warmed the kang, and got a heavy slap from her father.
When we were born, my mother had an expression, a feeling of being a baby, and a smile after hard work. My mother raised my childhood with her sweet smile and babbling emotion. The day I left my mother's nipple, I knew that my mother was a dumb woman who had no family to buy. Children in the village often pat my scarred head and point to the tip of my nose and call me "dumb boy!" " "They don't play with me. I just lie on my dumb mother's back all day, dreaming, peeing, or piling dirt next to her little body. Only my dumb mother is by my side all day, in my lonely sight, making me laugh, giving me joy, begging for "one hundred meals" and wearing "one hundred clothes" for me.
My mother, who can't speak, raised my childhood and satisfied my vanity with her only smile and her sentimental feelings.
At school age, the family is still very poor. My father wandered around the West House in the East Village all day. When he was hungry, he asked my dumb mother for food. Go to Xiwen after dinner, or flirt with other people's daughter-in-law, and occasionally get beaten with blood. When he came back, he hit my dumb mother or my weak sister with his rude slap.
And my dumb mother, who endured everything, sent me to school under her pleading. But I take my mother's pain for granted. After she brought me delicious food and sewed warm clothes, I even hated her. I hate that she can't talk, and I hate that she is dumb. Then I hate the ridicule and abandonment she brought me. I poured all this distress and stupid anger on her little body. But my dumb mother is always like a hard rock, still welcoming me with her tireless smile, moving me and accepting my rudeness and cruelty. Occasionally, there will be a trace of sadness in her eyes, but my cruel vanity makes me find it very late. ...
Oh, my stupid mother.
I forgot to bring steamed bread to school that time. I'm sitting at school. I am afraid that my dumb mother will bring me steamed bread. I know what her appearance and arrival will bring me, but I also know that my dumb mother will live for me forever and love me deeply.
My silly mother finally came. She kept talking to me on campus, and I suddenly felt as if I had fallen into the abyss, and my face was burning and uncomfortable. But my dumb mother found me. She smiled excitedly and stuffed the hot steamed bread into my hand. Crowds swarmed around me and my dumb mother screaming like monkeys. I feel as if I have been greatly insulted, and this insult is brought by my mother's mute! Her emotional tone of babbling once nurtured my childhood, gave me joy and stung every nerve like a bumblebee. I immediately grabbed the bun crazily, smashed her excited smiling face and screamed and rushed out of the crowd. Only my dumb mother was left in the crowd, standing for a long time, her eyes full of fear, confusion and doubt.
Since then, she never came to see me at school, and even avoided me when there were many people until I went to middle school. But my dumb mother still greets me with her sunny smile, still loves me deeply and makes delicious meals and warm clothes for me.
After that, he went to the county middle school, and his father was always ill. Only my mother, who can't speak, still bears the burden of family life with her broad back full of whip marks.
Maybe I changed my place, and few people are familiar with my dumb mother. Also, because of a potential inferiority and hypocrisy, I am far away from joy and avoid the eyes of others. I am afraid that other people's eyes will shoot through my mean heart, and I will see that I am interested in my dumb mother and laugh at me. I read silently all day, silently melting myself into the water of knowledge. I don't think my grades attracted the attention of my classmates. I have become the top student favored by the whole school, and no one among my classmates despises and laughs at me. They all looked at me with admiration. My heart is full of a "weakness" and unknown luck.
But as time goes on, I gradually feel that Gou 'an's heart is leaning, and my days are filled with a nameless uneasiness.
One day, suddenly by chance, the class teacher knew that I had a dumb mother and that I was hardworking. She was very moved and asked me to talk. At that time, I heard him talk about my dumb mother, and a trace of fear passed through my heart. But the teacher took this as an example, told my life story in class and called on the whole class to learn from me. I was so scared. I am afraid of the contempt and ridicule of my classmates. However, I was wrong. After class, my classmates surrounded me and sent me admiration and admiration. Their eyes are also full of yearning and admiration for my dumb mother. From those sincere eyes, I finally found my filthy figure and the source of my fear. My heart is shaking for the first time!
I think I owe my mother a lot. I committed a crime, and I began to expect her, my dumb mother, to come and see me. If she shows up on campus again, I will pounce on her thin cheeks. However, my mother never came to school again. She just brought me something to eat and wear every week, and then she left soon.
When my mother came, I cried when I saw her still sunny sweet smile and rough and bitter face. I threw myself into my mother's generous and warm arms and cried. It was the first time I was so emotional.
Later, I left my dumb mother to live with me in the county, but my mother motioned to me that there was still my father at home.
So, my dumb mother, she left again, leaving a sunny smile that reminded me of my life and left …
I watched my mother's little figure go away in the sunset, and I cried again. ...