My mother is a real farmer. Since she married her father, she has been running her own life in more than ten acres of land allocated by her father at home, supporting the dreams of three children. My mother has been a practical and capable person since she was a child. After marrying her father, she has been running day and night on the road of life. In the years when my parents just got married, my father's ability and my mother's virtue were well-known and often praised by the villagers. Later, my father fell in love with drinking and became addicted to it. In addition, my father was caught in the problem of lumbar disc herniation due to years of fatigue, and my mother became the most capable person in the family. People in the village often praise their mother as a good daughter-in-law. Whenever there is something important, people in the village always like to ask their mother for help. Whether it is family affairs or neighborhood affairs, my mother is always ready to help others.
After my father got into the habit of drinking, he often drank in the pub at the head of the village, whether it was windy or rainy or cold or snowy. A hobby is a hobby if it persists to a certain extent. If it persists to a certain extent, it will become an appalling disease. Most fathers don't like to follow the trend when drinking. Many times, they just follow their own mood. Drink when you are in a good mood. Drink when you are in a bad mood; There are happy events at home, drinking; If you have troubles at home, you should also drink. Sometimes when the busy farming season comes, my father often gets drunk. Mother always tolerates her father's laziness and hobbies. Whenever we see our alcoholic father, we argue with him discontentedly. Mother always intercedes everywhere to protect her father. She taught us: "everything at home depends on your father!" Your father is the pillar of the family! " No matter how much work there is at home, my mother works hard alone in anger. Every holiday and weekend, our three brothers spend their leisure time in the field with their mothers and crops, and with weeds and insects in the field. But mom wants us to make more progress in our studies, so the help of the children can only be a drop in the bucket. Living on campus for a long time, in a spacious classroom in spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is difficult for us to understand how my mother finishes so much work at home.
In the first half of the third year of high school, I entered the sprint stage before entering higher school, lived on campus for a long time and rarely went home. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the school had a day off for all teachers and students, so I took the opportunity to go home. When I got home, I was shocked by the mountain of corncob in the yard as soon as I entered the door. It was a pile of mountain-like corn cobs, and all the corn cobs with green skin and yellow skin were broken off by their parents, loaded into the car and shipped home! After that, we have to peel, dry and thresh. There are countless farm jobs in this family! My mother was sitting on the other side of the corn mound peeling corn. She heard footsteps, stood up slowly and poked her head out. When she saw me coming back, she immediately greeted me with a smile: "Come back! Sit down and have a rest first! Hungry? I'll cook in a minute! " I clearly see that my mother's body is so thin in the autumn wind, wearing a dress full of corn whiskers. I can clearly see that my mother's bloodshot eyes under her hair covered with cornflakes are so tired in the autumn sunset. I let out a sour cry: "Mom, where is my father?" "Oh, drunk, sleeping in the house!" Mother said airily, twisted her sore waist a few times, sat down on the hillside of Corn Mountain and began to peel corn. I quickly put down my book and moved a stool to help with my work. My mother stopped me at first and said, "I don't need your help, go and study!" " ""The teacher has finished learning, so it's time to have a rest. It is best to combine work and rest! "Mom beat me, so she has to help me.
My mother and I sat together and picked up some corn and peeled it. My fingernails were quickly squeezed and hurt. I looked at my mother. She was peeling corn cob with her hands quickly, and a thick layer of black mud was stuffed under her rough fingernails. I can't help asking, "Mom, does your fingernail hurt?" "No, I'm used to it!" Mother smiled and said, "Your hands are very tender. You take the pen. How can you suffer like this? " ! Your father and I have become iron palms! ""Isn't there a corn harvester now? Why don't we use that machine? " I asked lovingly and discontentedly. Mother picked up another corn, peeled it quickly, put it aside and said, "An acre of land costs fifty or sixty dollars! We can save a lot of money by doing it ourselves, which will last you three a long time! The money saved can make you go to school to improve your food! "After listening to my mother's words, I couldn't help but burst into tears, and I couldn't stop it. I went to wash my face on the pretext that I was blind.
It's very late after dinner. The moon is like a silver plate in the sky, more like moon cakes eaten by every family in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moonlight shines on the corn hill, and the corn with skin is like a sleeping child in the moonlight, emitting hot air and falling asleep quietly and sweetly; The sparkling corn kernels on the freshly peeled corncob next to them reflect the moonlight like twinkling stars. My mother told me to go to bed early, and I told her to go to bed early, and then I lay down to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but I get up at night. The bright moonlight shines on my window through the window. Through the window, I see the full moon in the sky staring at me brightly. Pushing open the door and entering the yard, I heard the sound of a little bit of cable coming from the corn hill. Isn't there something that steals corn? I walked gently and saw a thin figure peeling corn in the moonlight at the foot of corn mountain. That's my mother! That's my mother! I couldn't help shouting, "Mom!" The figure slowly raised his head and answered in a conditioned way, "Huh?" In the moonlight, mother's bloodshot eyes reflected the moon. I can't help blaming my mother: "Why haven't you slept yet? What time is it! " "Oh, ha ha, busy busy forget a little! I was not sleepy at all when I started working! " Mother casually replied. I couldn't help the tears in my eyes any longer. While letting them flow, I forced my mother to rest in the house. I lay in bed that night and couldn't sleep any more.
Now, I have graduated from college for several years. Every time I face the hardships and setbacks of life, I always think of my mother's weak figure in the moonlight. Every bright night, I always think of my mother's expectant eyes in the moonlight.