The sound of rain is pouring,
The rain in mid-spring keeps falling,
It fills my heart with longing.
Rain, rain, are you also beating?
In the distance
The barren hills covered with lush weeds,
And that Under the barren ridge
A lonely tomb?
Buried in this grave
My mother,
also lies asleep
The kindest heart of mankind.
Ah, mother——
I have watched you since I can remember
From morning to night
< p> From winter to springThere is always something to do.
Stoves, pig pens, vegetable gardens,
Housekeeping, laundry, twining...
Such hard work
< p> I also have to go to the production team to earn work points.Ah, mother——
Even the oxen plowing the fields has a time to breathe,
And you are like a mill
For the sake of the whole family His livelihood
keeps spinning.
Finally one day
You became sick from overwork
On a drizzly evening
You finished your life with difficulty.
And at this moment, my mother——
Here
In mid-spring when the endless drizzle is as thin as silk,
Is there anyone there? Hold an umbrella for you?
Can someone hand you a dry towel?
Yes
You never think about yourself,
Never ask your children to do anything to you
Just like usual
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Worrying endlessly about my children!
In that hot summer,
You ignored the fatigue at home and in the fields
No matter it was sunny or cloudy
You took a banana fan ,
For those of us sleeping on straw mats
while singing children’s songs
while driving away mosquitoes and flies.
In that cold winter,
In that time of material scarcity,
You didn’t understand us
We got your clothes wet
Use dry cotton wool and suck it.
Then stick it close to your body.
This is great and selfless
The temperature of maternal love!
Life is so poor,
But, mother--
You are not stingy because of the poverty of life
When the family is well-off Food
You always have to serve a bowl to Grandma Wang next door
You said: She has no children and no female monsters.
Our village
There are hundreds of people in our village.
Whenever a family brings in new people
, you are always there to deliver the baby.
Which child has a minor ailment
Your earthwork is always very effective.
But, at this moment, my mother——
Your passionate heart
Do you feel lonely in this misty rainy day?
And deserted?
Who will keep you company?
Who can take away my thoughts of you?
In addition to the whimpering mountain breeze
Or the sad birdsong?
Ah, mother——
The mother who carries the focus of a difficult life
You have the deepest experience of the sweetness of life
After dinner
p>
Clean the tables, stools, dishes and chopsticks
Do needlework under the oil lamp
Quietly accompany us doing homework
You said,
This is the happiest moment of your day.
You are illiterate,
but you like to look through our textbooks
Gently dip your fingers in saliva
One page at a time Page carefully
At this time, your weather-beaten face
is filled with a happy and happy smile.
Ah——
You love us so deeply,
But you are so severe to us——
Of course We stuffed the keyhole of Aunt Chen’s house with mud, as if we had made Qingqing, the daughter of Aunt Zhang’s house, cry.
But when we are bullied by arrogant big boys
You force us to reason with you if we are timid,
You say that we have been bullied since childhood
As you grow older, your spine becomes less stiff.
Ah, my virtuous and resolute mother——
You fed us with sweet milk,
You explained with your simple life:
p>
Be a serious person
Do things down-to-earth
Created our pure souls.
Ah, my beloved mother,
When you use——
The hand that does farm work
The hand that holds the spatula< /p>
The hands that do needlework and laundry...
Finally brought us up
But you worry about overwork and become seriously ill.
You are gone, mother
On that tragic rainy evening,
You did not leave a word
complaining about the hardships of your life. .
You left
You left peacefully.
You are gone, mother
The thimble you used to mend clothes at home seems to still have the warmth of your palm.
In the drawer of the cabinet
There are still the reading glasses you wore during your lifetime.
However, in the morning
We can no longer hear your shouts of encouragement,
We can no longer eat lunch
Your specialty fish cake.
Ah, mother
You are just an ordinary housewife.
During your lifetime, you never received any praise
You have not even had a photo taken. A formal photo.
After death, you will lie alone at the foot of the barren ridge
Only your children will remember your name
But, mother
Without a suffering mother like you, how could there be so many happy families in the motherland?
The sound of rain fell,
The rain kept falling
It filled my heart with longing.
Mother, do you know?
This is not rain
This is my son’s tears
May it make the flowers at your tomb red and the grass green
The little poem I wrote with tears
can serve as an epitaph for your life.