I only know that at this time, Niang must be busy harvesting rapeseed in her hometown field. Although she lives in the city, she never misses the harvest and the busy sowing season. On Mother's Day this year, Xiaoli reminded me in advance that she wanted to say Happy Mother's Day to her mother early in the morning, but as soon as she called "Mom", she heard her mother ordering her father to work. "You can't pull out the roots as fast as I can cut rape." I'm embarrassed to say the second half. My mother laughed a few times and said loudly, "while the students are not in school, your father and I will go back to our hometown to collect rapeseed." The rapeseed is growing well this year. Look at this, our family doesn't have to buy green oil for two years. " Through the phone, I can see Niang's dark face smiling into a flower-a flower is also a rape flower, dusty but beaming.
I don't know how much my mother loves me, and neither does my mother.
I only know that I can think of many things in the face of her, and I feel very warm in my heart.
Children in rural areas need to work in the fields. My parents spoil me and won't let me go to the fields. Occasionally, my mother takes me to the fields. At that time, I was about nine years old She gave me a small hoe and told me, "hoe the barnyard grass in this field." Then she went to do her work. I obediently picked up a small hoe and began to hoe seriously. I may have hoed a lot. My mother came to see how I was doing. At first glance, I am very distressed. I was supposed to hoe barnyard grass, but I hoed all the green seedlings! If it is a child of any family in the village, it is inevitable to be slapped and scolded. My mother sighed, smiled and quietly took me home. Since then, my parents have stopped me from exercising in the fields. When we are too busy, we can only let my brother and I pull the buffalo out to eat grass. This is a good job, as long as you pull the cattle to the cemetery of Mishima Canal.
Thinking of this, I smiled. My son looked at me and asked me what I was laughing at. I gave a sloped smile and said with a smile, "I remember once going to Sanqu Cemetery with your uncle to herd cattle. As a result, the cow dug a big hole in front of your great-grandfather's grave, scaring your grandmother to kneel in front of your great-grandfather's grave and kowtow and pray. Since then, your grandmother won't even let us let the cows go. "
Of course, my mother doesn't know how much I love her. I never said it, because I don't know.
I only know that although my mother is kind and capable, she will be sad. She will hide out when she is sad, and my brother and I will get her back anyway. One dark night, mom and dad got angry and disappeared. It's already midnight. I've been all over the village, knocking on people's doors everywhere and asking, is my mother at your house? Is my mother at your house? In this way, I have always found the old willow outside the village. Under the dark tree, I saw my mother sitting under the tree without saying a word, while my little brother and I stood behind her, trying to distinguish her figure in the dark, then holding her hand and letting her go home. -that year, I was ten years old and my brother was six years old.
Walking in the street now, I can't see the grandmother pushing a stroller, the aunt cleaning in the hot sun, and the peasant woman selling eggs in the streets. I have to turn around when I walk by until I know that she is not my mother-although I knew it was impossible from the beginning.
I only know that I can't see Niang's bald head, and I can't see her back that is no longer tall and straight. It hurts every time I look at it, but I can't help secretly watching it over and over again, which makes me heartache over and over again. I just want to see one thing. I want to see Niang wearing a jade bracelet and grabbing a handful of pigeon feed to feed the pigeons like an old lady in the city. Mother loves money, but she can't help crying her little granddaughter. Every time she goes to the square, she always buys a small piece of bread and crushes it. While the keeper was away, she secretly threw it to the pigeon. Last month, my mother said on the phone that the administrator saw me secretly feeding pigeons today, and people said it was difficult to obey. I was so angry that your father and I bought five yuan of pigeon feed at that time. Niang's tone reminds me of the way she was angry with an aunt in the village when she was young. I smiled, and so did my mother. I prayed more than once, mom, that you should live a long life. When you are too old to walk, I will take you to my house and give you meat, fruit and milk every day.
I don't know how old my mother is, and neither does my mother. I have a friend five years older than me. I am thirty-six years old and my friend is forty-one. Walking on the way home from work, she read fluently. My mother is 65 years old and still keeps a few acres of fertile land in her hometown ... So, how old is my mother? Sixty? At this point, I really want to jump up and shout: My mother is sixty! My mother is old! For a while, I didn't know why.
My 60-year-old mother takes care of her brother in the city. There are still two acres of land in this country. In order to save a few dollars, she always brings rice, vegetables and oil to the city in big bags. I just said last month that I like to eat starch dishes from my hometown. Half a month later, my mother sent a packet of dried starch vegetables.
She said she had a backache, heavy legs and high blood pressure. But I found a cleaning job in the community. My brother and I refused to do it anyway. She smiled. I made it with your father. I finished it quickly, 800 yuan a month, and I still have a lot of savings.
What do you earn money for? What is farming for?
During the Chinese New Year, she gave lucky money to her granddaughter and grandson, no matter what. My year of birth. She and her father gave me a jade bracelet. That's how the money came from.
She thinks she is an umbrella, which can hold up the sky on the child's head.
I don't know what my mother wants most, and neither does my mother.
All I know is that I went home to buy her meat, and she was glad to buy her cheap shampoo. She was very happy that I bought her discounted clothes, shoes and socks. She was glad I didn't take anything. As long as I go back, as long as I am willing to eat another bowl of her cooking, she is still very happy.
After the job transfer, I was busy with a lot of things. My mother said, "Girl, don't make yourself so tired. You can spend more money and more things in your life. Go home from work, don't stay up late to write articles. You are tired, and your mother looks distressed. " A word almost made me cry.
Mom doesn't know how old she is, I know, big enough to need children around, but we are not; Mom doesn't know how much she loves me. I know. I am the baby she has held in her hand for more than 30 years, and I am still smiling when I hold it. My mother doesn't know how much I love her. I know she is the Buddha in my heart. With her, my life is solid and stable. Mother doesn't know Mother's Day, but I know that every day is Mother's Day and I don't need to be reminded of my love.