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My mother was born in 1922 and died in 1994. Her ashes are buried in the Taoyuan in the east of the village. Last year, a railway crossed there, so we had to move her grave farther from the village. After digging the grave, we saw that the coffin had rotted and the mother's bone had been mixed with the soil. We had to symbolically dig out some dirt and move it to a new grave. That is, from that moment on, I felt that my mother was part of the earth, and what I said when I stood on the earth was what I said to my mother.
I am my mother's youngest child. I was born ugly. Many people in the village laughed at me face to face, and several students at school even beat me for it. I went home and cried. My mother said to me, "Son, you are not ugly. You have no nose and eyes, and your limbs are sound. Where is the ugliness? " And as long as you are kind and do more good deeds, no matter how ugly you are, you can become beautiful. "Later, I went to town, and some well-educated people even ridiculed my appearance behind my back. I remembered my mother's words and calmly apologized to them.
The earliest thing I remember is carrying the only hot water kettle at home to the public canteen to turn on the water. I accidentally broke the thermos bottle because of hunger. I was so scared that I got into the haystack and dared not come out for a day. At night, I heard my mother calling my birth name. I came out of the haystack and thought I would be beaten and scolded, but my mother didn't beat me or scold me. She just stroked my head and let out a long sigh.
The most painful thing in my memory is to follow my mother to pick wheat ears in the collective field. The guards in the wheat field came and the gleaners fled. My mother was caught because her feet were small and she couldn't run fast. The tall guard slapped her in the face, and she shook and fell to the ground. The caretaker confiscated the ears of wheat we picked up and whistled away. My mother was sitting on the ground with bleeding corners of her mouth. I will never forget the expression of despair on her face. Many years later, when the man guarding the wheat field turned into a white-haired old man and met me at the market, I rushed to get back at him. My mother grabbed me and said to me calmly, "Son, the man who hit me was not alone with this old man."
What I remember most is that at noon on a Mid-Autumn Festival, our family rarely had a jiaozi, and everyone only had one bowl. While we were eating jiaozi, an old beggar came to our door. I picked up half a bowl of dried sweet potatoes and sent him away, but he said angrily, "I am an old man." You eat jiaozi, but you let me eat dried sweet potatoes. How long are your hearts? " I said angrily, "We can't eat jiaozi several times a year. We can't even give everyone a half-full bowl! Just give you dried sweet potatoes. If you want it, you have to, or you have to leave! " Mother scolded me, then took her half bowl of jiaozi and poured it into the old man's bowl.
One thing I regret most is that I sold cabbage with my mother and intentionally or unintentionally overcharged an old man who bought cabbage by a dime. I finished calculating the money and went to school. When I came home from school, I saw my mother, who seldom cried at ordinary times, burst into tears. My mother didn't scold me, but whispered, "Son, you embarrassed my mother."
When I was a teenager, my mother suffered from severe lung disease. Hunger, illness and fatigue left our family in trouble and could not see the light and hope. I have a strong feeling that my mother will commit suicide at any moment. Whenever I come back from work, I call my mother as soon as I enter the gate. Hearing her response, I felt a stone fall to the ground. If I don't hear from her for a while, I will be frightened and run to the kitchen and the mill to find it. Once I searched all the rooms but didn't see my mother, so I just sat in the yard and cried. Then my mother came in from the outside, carrying a bundle of firewood on her back. She is not satisfied with my crying, but I can't tell her my worry. Mother saw my thoughts and said, "Don't worry, son. Although my life is no fun, I won't go as long as the terrifying doesn't call me. "