at the age of eighteen, my grandfather passed away, and after endless sorrow, my father was seriously ill and could not afford to be ill, so he had to quit his job. In order to make a living, all the valuable possessions have been changed, and the deficit has been left behind. On the one hand, it is to take care of my grandfather's funeral, and on the other hand, it is to treat my father. The house was turned upside down and ugly. My younger brother tugged at my skirt and begged me. My heart bent and I ran out with the TV, and my mother just looked forward to it at the door.
The funeral was finally arranged, but my father's condition didn't get better, but it got worse. The situation at home is getting worse and worse, and daily life is very tight. As a result, internal and external affairs are spread to the mother's shoulders. One day, my mother was taking care of messy things in the yard, and her weak figure was in a hurry in the yard. As she struggled to drag the heavy sacks, she rolled up her sleeves to wipe the sweat on her forehead, which was so clumsy that the sweat soaked all the worn-out blue shirts. I leaned against the door and peeped for a long time. I thought that the heavy burden on my mother's shoulders had shortened her somewhat. I thought that she was miserable all day long. She stayed up all night for us and was so happy. When my heart is sour, I can't help crying.
Unexpectedly, my mother turned around and found me. She dropped her living head, bent down and picked up a broom, pointed it at my face and shouted angrily, "What a loser! Stop crying! Dry your tears! " I was shocked by this sonorous language, hurriedly wiped away my tears, endured the pain in my heart and swallowed the pain. When I looked at her, she was already in tears, and I was so sad that I couldn't stop overflowing bitter tears.
the next day, I met my second uncle at the entrance to the village. He took out an envelope from his purse and stuffed it with me, saying it was from the town post office. I read the envelope and knew about it. Holding the envelope in hand, my heart is in a daze.
The letter is from the county middle school, and it is an admission notice. The khaki envelope brought the gospel and comfort, but now, its arrival is not untimely. My mother was overjoyed to know that I had received the notice, and held it in her hand as if she had won a treasure handed down from ancient times. She smiled with joy, and the tears deeply engraved on her cheeks seemed to suddenly melt away, as if she were ten years younger. Finally, I couldn't wait, carefully opened the yellow envelope, and then gently shook it out, looking at it carefully as if I could read the dense words on the paper, saying, "This baby can be a bit promising." Turned and went to the back room.
I stood in the same place, staring at the dark wall, thinking of this bleak family, miserable mother and seriously ill father, my heart could not help but feel sad. My younger brother is still young and ignorant; Among the children, the biggest one is me, and I should take the responsibility of running the family business. However, my mother is bent on letting us study, even at all costs, which is her greatest long-cherished wish in this life. But at this time of decline, it is my last choice to go against her wishes.
finally, I made up my mind.
A little after dinner, my mother was busy with her needlework, and the dark yellow light cast a dark figure. The hanging thread of the light bulb hung down to her eyes like a diseased melon at the end of a dead vine. Her eyesight has always been poor. Wearing thick reading glasses, her vision is still blurred. She is very careful, very neat, and tiny needles are shuttling up and down in the embroidery pattern, meeting closely and neatly.
I went to her trembling and sat down. Knowing my mother's temper, I felt uneasy and hesitated, and finally got in the way and swallowed my words. She seemed to be aware of it, looked at me and said, "Let's just say it." I looked forward to something, thought for a moment, and finally couldn't help it. I minced and said, "It's so difficult at home, why don't I go outside ..." Before I finished, my mother suddenly stood up and slammed her living head to the ground, slapping her face with a flash and crunching, and there was a sharp pain on her cheek, so I couldn't help covering my face. Mother turned her back and was silent for a long time. Her voice choked: "It's useless, don't come back if you go ..." Her voice was hoarse, and the last voice was almost inaudible.
My mother must have cried with anger. I blamed myself for my unfilial and caring. I never thought it would hurt her heart. In this way, I finally couldn't bear to give up the idea of going out and running around. I should be determined to give up her long-cherished wish from my mother's wishes.
Finally, it's time for the school to start. In order to raise tuition, my mother sold all the silver ornaments at home, and finally it was not enough, and she gave her sister's embroidery to the pawn. My sister was crying, and I was at a loss. That embroidery was my mother's hard work for many years. I didn't expect her to be so careless. When I thought of my mother's various scenes these days, my heart ached like a knife. I couldn't help but feel heartache, and a tear wet my eyes.
I will go to school tomorrow, and she will start to get busy. I said I can do it, but she was not at ease, for fear that I would be sloppy and have to do it myself. I packed my clothes and stuffed them into the box together; It's too much trouble for me to bring so many things. She said she usually needs them. Put everything in order and leave early tomorrow morning.
at dawn, before dawn, a few crows echoed, so I just got up. Mother had been waiting in the hall, her eyelids were red and swollen, and she obviously stayed up all night; Father also endured the pain and got up, as if he had eaten a panacea, and he was very energetic. He lifted the box and dragged it to his shoulder. The box was heavy, but I was worried that my father's illness was coming. He said he would come by himself, but he insisted on carrying it. There was no way out, so he let it go.
Our father and son had just gone out for a few steps when my mother followed. I was afraid that she would be tired and let her stay at home, but she insisted on not doing so for fear that I would get lost. However, she was asked to accompany us. Her hands could not be idle, carrying two snakeskin pockets full of things, and from time to time overflowing with fragrant air, which was very familiar. It turned out to be full of food. Thinking that she went to so much trouble for me, my heart was not comfortable for a few minutes, which was both guilt and sadness.
When we reached the intersection, the bus had been waiting for a long time, and it was crowded with people, most of whom were students who had not studied like me. My father helped me move all my luggage to the car, so I squeezed out a seat at last, and my mother got on the car. The surging crowd seemed to bury her thin body and finally squeezed in front of me. She told me seriously that I should take care of my luggage, take good care of myself when I got to school, and call home when I got there ... In order to make her worry less, I promised one by one. Seeing that she was relieved, I was relieved. As the parting was just around the corner, she remembered the incident again, and pulled out a small closed bag from her body, which was dark and eye-catching. Put this bag in my palm and let me put it away. Don't lose it. There is a thick stack of money in the bag, which is heavy, and the palm of my hand is like a huge stone holding up a thousand fates, so I can hardly breathe. The horn seems impatient, dragging its long tail and urging it constantly.
My mother was just about to get off the bus, and finally she was uneasy. She nagged me a few times to take care, but I was afraid to look at her again, for fear of touching the feelings of parting, and I shed tears in front of everyone, which hurt my elegance. She suddenly turned and left, and soon, the weak figure disappeared in the trembling head. The car started slowly, and I was anxious to look back at the back window, trying to find my mother in the farewell crowd. Finally, I found her: a frail figure, a woman in a blue shirt, waving her hands constantly, her eyes clouded, and looking forward with expectation. At this moment, my heart can't help but tremble inexplicably, and finally I can't stop the burst of tears. Two lines of tears will roll down my cheeks, and my sight will gradually blur, and finally I will blur a goodbye; My heart silently prayed for her: I wish everything well.
The expectation of tears is frozen in silence, but I can't forget the past and my mother as time goes by.