Looking back on the long past, I suddenly feel that the birth of my mother is a kind of time, from green land to forest, from stream to vast sea.
With the passage of time, we saw that the corner of my mother's eye had been quietly engraved with a tail pattern, and a wisp of white hair climbed up the temples of relatives. Faced with the mark left by vicissitudes of life, it is difficult for us to tell whether it is the years or the mother's departure. What we want to leave behind is an unforgettable maternal love, or a little bit of flesh and blood story.
We are growing up slowly. When we think our shoulders should take responsibility, when we seem to be proud of life, we suddenly look back and find that our white-haired mother is still staring at us from behind with eyes full of pity, infinite concern and infinite concern. In the eyes of mother, we will always be naive children nestled in her arms. No matter how far we drifted, we never left our mother's sight for a moment.
Without a mother, the world will lose a lot of warmth; Without mother, life would be dark. Is with my mother, when we are far away from the end of the world and live alone, I will hold my head high in difficulties and hardships, even if we are frustrated and unhappy. My mother's eyes full of expectation and longing flashed in my mind from time to time, becoming spiritual sustenance and courage to struggle.
Mother is a kind of time. Every wisp of white hair and wrinkle symbolizes the ruthlessness of the years and records the vicissitudes of the years. Finally, we have grown up and my mother is old, but my mother is still transmitting the power of life to us with her last flame.
Mother is a kind of time, which deserves our tears and gratitude forever.
Mother's walnut tree
Author: Mountain _ Man Article Source: Tea fragrance hits: 32 Update time: 2006- 1- 18
I went back to my hometown a few days ago and saw walnut trees by the canal. This walnut tree no longer bears walnuts, because its crown has long been gone, only a few side branches, sparse leaves on the branches, no walnuts.
It turns out that there are two walnut trees by the canal, which have been by the canal since I can remember, and these two trees have always been so big. Walnut trees are not particularly tall. I often climb up and play with my friends. I can climb to the top fork of the walnut tree. Because the walnut tree is only a few tens of meters away from my home, sometimes I will be seen by my mother on the tree. As soon as she saw me in the tree, she ran out of the house and scolded me under the tree. But as soon as my mother came home, I climbed up again, and I was beaten for it.
These two walnut trees originally belonged to the fourth production team. When we belong to the fourth team, every time the walnut tree is ready to eat, we can only look at the tree and sigh. Because this tree is looked after. Looking after the walnut tree is the neighbor's old lady, arranged by the production team. This old lady is really annoying. She doesn't allow any children near the walnut tree. Even when we passed by, she looked at the walnut tree and scolded us. She scolded us, and we scolded her. She is deaf, although she can't hear, but she knows we scold her, so she came to my house more than once and told her mother that I stole her walnuts, and her mother scolded me. As soon as she left, my mother checked my hand to see if there were any traces of walnut peel juice on it. Immature walnuts, walnut skins can't fall off by themselves, and need to be ground on a stone. When grinding walnuts, the juice of walnut skins will get all over your hands. Once the skin is stained with juice, it will turn yellow or even black. Nothing can be washed away, and it will fade after more than ten days. Mother looked at my hand to see if I had stolen walnuts to eat. Even if I did, my mother would still hit me. If I hadn't stolen it, my mother would have told me that when the walnuts were ripe, she would want some for me to eat.
Later, the old lady next door died, and the land was contracted to every household. Although the two walnut trees by the canal have owners, we never know who they are. Walnuts are never seen when they are nearly ripe. So before the walnut tree matures, there are no walnuts on the tree.
Mother saw that the walnut tree had been abandoned for two years, and she was very distressed: so many walnuts disappeared before they matured. So my mother took the initiative to protect the walnut tree.
Mother doesn't even let the children walk under the tree like the old lady next door. Sometimes other children are naughty and spoil walnuts, so their mother tells them to wait until the walnuts are ripe, so that everyone can have a share. Of course, some children don't listen to their mothers and often steal walnuts while their mothers are away. If I find out, I will be anxious with them and even start fighting with them. My mother saw me fighting with others, and whether she resented me or not, she gave me two slaps. When my mother knows that I fought with them for stealing walnuts, she will say, even so, we can't fight. However, when my mother saw the wronged tears in my eyes, she would go home and lay an egg or something to comfort me.
Speaking of playing with walnuts, this mother never stops other children from picking walnuts. My boss didn't like it then. Because I think all the walnuts we see should belong to our family. Why did they pick them up? However, our family gets the most walnuts.
Ripe walnuts peel as soon as they are peeled. Mother hung the peeled walnuts high in the basket. Sure, I can eat a few before hanging up. My mother's walnuts hanging in the basket are not allowed to be stolen by her younger brothers and sisters, because when she wants to marry her eldest brother, she has to save them and sew them into the quilt. When you get married in your hometown, both men and women have to make a lot of bedding, which we call bedding. Daughters-in-law often make more bedding than anyone else. The bedding at the time of marriage is different from that at ordinary times, that is, walnuts and jujubes should be sewn at all four corners. Every quilt should be sewn, and the children should be pulled out on the morning of the wedding. It's unlucky not to pull it out. This custom is to pray for an early birth.
Because my mother looked at walnuts for several years and saved a lot. Big brother gets married, second brother gets married, and even my sister gets married with walnuts saved by her mother. Of course, someone in the neighbor's house will borrow walnuts from my house when they get married, and my mother will never refuse.
I was admitted to the university in 1994, because I went to school in other places, and I couldn't see my mother guarding the walnut tree every year when the walnut was ripe. When I got home, my mother told me that she still kept walnuts and kept some every year, of course, for me.
Although I didn't see my mother playing walnuts with my own eyes when I was in college, I can imagine my mother under the walnut tree. I have suffered from chronic heart disease since my mother was born, and I have been taking medicine by infusion for more than 20 years. In the years of college, my mother's illness got worse, but she didn't call me back once. Every time I go home, I can see from my mother's thin body that she is suffering from illness.
1998, I graduated from university. That year, one of the two walnut trees by the canal was cut down, leaving only one. Just this tree, mom is still watching. That autumn, my mother laid the last batch of walnuts on this walnut tree. Because the next year, the head of the tree disappeared, and there were no more walnuts.
My mother has been thinking about my marriage. When I was in college, she planned to get me engaged to a woman in the village who was admitted to a technical secondary school. I didn't agree. Mother was disappointed. How she looks forward to her little son's early marriage!
1999 Summer, I took my date (who later became my wife) home for the first time. Although mother is very ill, she is very happy, which she has been looking forward to for many years. Mother dragged the sick body to cook for us. Mother told me that she wanted me to get married early. She saved a lot of coarse cloth and cotton to make me a quilt. In particular, I saved a lot of walnuts. Keep them for me. I am the last person in our family to get married. I don't need to save any more, and I can't save any more. The only walnut tree by the canal doesn't bear walnuts.
I told my later wife what my mother said. She said why she needed so many bedding, and she also made coarse cloth. As for the packaging of walnuts and jujubes, she also disagreed.
Mother has been ill for more than ten years and can't sleep well. She can't sleep well almost every night. As soon as she lies down, she feels chest tightness, and she can only sit and really sleep for less than an hour a night.
The night in the country is dark and quiet. I can clearly hear my mother's groans.
1999 65438+February 3 1, lunar calendar165438+1October 24, I finally got married. Mother can't come to my wedding in the city because she is ill. On June 5, 2000, my mother became seriously ill and was hospitalized, and my family didn't inform me. Let me know when you leave the hospital. The reason for leaving the hospital is incurable.
On New Year's Day, my wife and I kowtowed to my mother. My mother can only lie sideways on the kang, and can't sit in a chair and accept the first and last kowtows of her three favorite sons.
At 7: 30 pm on the seventh day of the first month, I held my mother's wrist and felt her last pulse.
As her mother wished, she saw her walnuts sewn into her son's bedding.
Now, the walnut trees by the canal are still there, but after 1999, they won't bear walnuts, and mom doesn't need to see walnut trees anymore.
Mom is gone. Although her walnut tree is still by the canal, it doesn't bear walnuts. Maybe it has gone with her.
I can't get out of my mother's sight.
Author: Xiaoxi article Source: Tea fragrance hits: 55 Update time: 2006- 1- 18
Ask the students to write about their mother and hand in their homework. Ordinary and great mother made me cry. Aren't they just like their own mothers? Outside, the elderly mother kept busy, looking at her back through the crack of the door, with many records on her back.
My mother is 68 years old, and the vicissitudes of life should be comforted in her later years, but she is still busy for us all the time. Childhood memory, mother is heaven, she can bear everything, tolerate everything, whether suffering or misfortune. My mother's experience of losing her father when she was a child made me believe in her strength, so I never considered her feelings since I was a child. Naively think that my mother is an unstoppable mountain that can shelter me from the wind and rain forever. I began to think that my mother's aging was after I had a child. Busy all her life, she should have spent her old age peacefully, but she still lives in a lattice building with me, enduring great loneliness to take care of the children and do housework for me.
Maybe it's because life was too easy before marriage. God wants to exercise me on purpose, and specially arranged a daughter who is crying and noisy and extremely disobedient for me. In the first eight months, I didn't sleep well or eat well. Even so, I still care about blowing and beating, and I am in a hurry all day, and I really realize what it means to live like a year. A few days after the baby was born, my mother came to my small home. When she first came, she looked nice and fat. As soon as she came in, my mother rolled up her sleeves to wash diapers. It was the first month of the lunar calendar, and the water was still freezing. When hot water is not available, she uses cold water, and she has to go in and out in the cold wind with wet hands: drying diapers, raising the stove, cooking ... but my mother has been doing it all day, and after today's work, there will be tomorrow. The child seldom sleeps at night and almost cries all night. No, we have to hold her all night. My mother asked me to sleep more every day. She said that young people love to sleep, but they can't sleep when they are old. Anyway, they are all idle. It is a relief to see the children. But I have clearly seen her take a nap at work during the day. I was so tired that I didn't think about anything. I just breathed a long sigh of relief and thought I could come to the mountain. From now on, I can sleep on a high pillow, no matter how old my mother is. From then on, I looked better and fatter, ate well and slept soundly, and felt that my days were coming to an end. But a month later, my mother lost weight, her face was sallow, and she had a severe gastric ulcer and stayed in the infusion bottle for a whole month. Now that I think about it, how ignorant and selfish I am! For my own comfort, I actually put the blame on my elderly mother. Although the children are old and obedient now, our family is still inseparable from our mother, who is still taking care of the children's diet and daily life. In her words, it is to make time for us to work hard.
Because of living habits, my mother can't eat her first meal until 9 am every day. But she gets up after five o'clock every morning to make breakfast for us. It is very cold in winter, and I have asked her many times not to get up so early. We can cook by ourselves. But she just wouldn't listen. She always cooks before we get up. At noon and afternoon, you can eat hot meals as soon as you enter the house. Colleagues are rushing home from work, but I can take my time because I know my mother is ready for us. Although I am a mother, I seldom go to the kitchen because of my mother. Mom's meal is simple. She never eats a bowl of shrimp paste and a piece of steamed corn bread. She said she didn't like it. It's too greasy. Once, I told her that the elderly should take calcium supplements, otherwise it would be very troublesome. After listening, she just smiled and still ate her shrimp paste and wowotou. I know, mom can't bear to eat. She often worries about buying a house for me. Sometimes, buy her some snacks that are good for her stomach and let her eat them when she is free. She doesn't eat at all It's almost overdue, so let's eat it. I'm really worried about my mother's health.
Some time ago, my mother was homesick and went home for two weeks. In those days, I was too busy to eat from the inside out, and my child was sick ... I forgot everything. To our helplessness, the child was ill and we had to go to work, so we had to lock her up at home alone. Every time we enter the room, the child always curls up in the corner of the sofa and stares at a pair of big eyes of fear, expecting us to come back. I have no choice but to call my mother back.
Several times, my colleagues envied me and said, "You are so happy to have your mother with you." At first, I felt very happy myself. After a long time, I found that whenever we got off work, my mother would lie on the windowsill and look out. It suddenly occurred to me that it was not that I needed my mother's company, but that my mother needed me more. I ignored it. I am too selfish to care about myself. Mother is like being locked in a cage, isolated from the outside world Even after we go home, we just do our own thing and never spend time with her. Even so, she tried to stay in my small home and do this and that without complaining. I really can't bear to let my mother make any more sacrifices for me. I'm determined to let her go back to the earthen house where she has lived all her life, where there are her folks and the earthy smell she is familiar with ... she can't live without her hometown, and her hometown can't live without her. On the day I was leaving, my mother told my children that they loved fish and bean sprouts and were afraid of noise when they slept ... I don't know why, my daughter suddenly hugged her grandmother's leg and cried, saying that her mother, who was in a good mood, also cried when she came home. No matter what we say, our daughter just won't stop crying. My mother loves her granddaughter the most, so she can't help but take out the things in her bag and continue to live in my lattice building until now.
Alas, when can I reassure my mother that she will stop worrying about me and work hard for me?