It has been 10 years since the death of Jiao Zhiping, the mother of Ha Yuan Shao, when his business was just starting. I temporarily rented several houses in a waste collection station in Taihe District, Jinzhou City. He wears dark overalls and works endlessly all day, but sometimes he still can't meet the relevant requirements. At this time, his mother went to the workshop to help him arrange production and specifically guide the workers to operate.
It is worth mentioning that Ha Yuan Shao chose the rubber industry as his development direction, which is directly related to his mother's original occupation. His mother used to work in Jinzhou Tape Factory, and she had a good grasp of the production technology, process flow and quality standards of rubber products. He is a quality inspector in the factory and won the national quality management gold medal. Ha Yuan Shao's mother was from Hubei, and later she moved to Jinzhou with her father. When she joined the work, the economic conditions were not good at that time. If a worker in a team is in trouble, she would rather join in and give delicious and better clothes to her colleagues. His mother has always warned Ha Yuan Shao to be upright, principled and kind to others. His mother once said: "To educate children well, we must first' educate' ourselves. Because you are the most direct and vivid educator of children. " Mother's outlook on life, world outlook, values and her way of life are all conveyed to Ha Yuan Shao's heart through her own words and deeds. When Kazakhstan established Xinyuan Haiqiao Rubber Products Factory in Taihe District of Jinzhou City, due to the limited level of workers, Kazakhstan was a little impatient. After his mother knew it, she took his hand to the workshop and taught the staff how to operate it in front of everyone. That serious look is still clearly remembered by Ha Lombardi.
When I came back from the workshop, my mother called Ha Yuan Shao into the room and severely warned him: "Although the employees are hired by you, they are equal to you in our factory. Although you are the boss, employees can't work well for you, and you are nothing. " In simple words, Ha Yuan Shao sounds harsh. Now, in Ha Yuan Shao's factory, he often goes down to the workshop to communicate with workers and discuss the new technologies he saw in professional technical magazines. He felt from the bottom of his heart that without these workers, he couldn't be where he is today, and then he fully understood what his mother said to him.
1993 One day, strangely enough, Ha Yuan Shao received a phone call from his mother that day, saying that she was unwell and asked him to go back to see her. During that time, Ha Yuan Shao was as busy as a bee in the factory. He shed a lot of tears that night. His wife asked him why. He said, "My mother is dying, and I am in pain." His wife comforted him and said, "Don't be superstitious about your intuition." He lay in bed that night and shed a lot of tears involuntarily. He still doesn't know why. At that time, he was so fragile.
After Yuan Shao's mother died, he didn't forget what her mother taught him, and his career got better and better. The factory was expanded last year, and the production and living conditions of workers improved. He also bought new products of rubber sheets and cots, covering Liaoning Province, and the product quality has also been well received by customers.
My mother
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I think my mother will never think that my arrival will bring endless troubles to her and others when she receives the life candle given to me by God. Twenty years ago, I was her heartbreaking pain. Ten years ago, I was her worry, unreasonable provocation, rebellion and contradiction all day. Today, 20 years later, I have become her distant concern and sustenance.
Standing in the last few days of 20 years, wearing 2 1 jersey, I suddenly found that the big boy running on the court was still a child. A child can never leave his mother's sight, and the mother will always be the child's mother. My mother is not the image of a good wife and mother written by a writer. In our opinion, she is stubborn and stuffy, even inhuman and indifferent to her family. This was given to me by my mother, Atterlo Perth, the goddess of fate. Therefore, when I envy the writer's mother, I don't blame my mother at all. Desire without regret, work hard without inferiority.
Mother is an ordinary river, and kind songs flow forever. My mother exchanged a load of corn and 200 Jin of wheat she planted for three or four hundred yuan in travel expenses and tuition fees. She sent me out of the mountain again and again, but she was lonely and in tears.
A trace of relief was buried in the middle of the night, forgetting the years and pain, and the whole bitterness was full of expectations. I often think: if I want to say that my mother is great, then the most worthwhile thing for me to learn is that she can stand loneliness. For seven years since I entered junior high school, I have been carrying crops and farm tools alone. Seven years is too long. In seven years, we have changed a lot and our mother is old. The loneliness of this difficult word makes mother become silent and paler. Mom said I hope you have a good life. We told her that when we grow up, we must let you live a good life and get back what you lost when you were young. But now, I really can't bear to watch her aging year after year. I hope she is healthy and safe. This is my deep blessing and my fatal guilt.
For twenty years, I can't know exactly the ups and downs of my mother in these twenty years, and my mother doesn't know the journey my son has traveled in these twenty years. When my mother was young, she was praised by the whole village as a good worker, but when she was old and sick, the whole village took care of her wholeheartedly. Being unknown, down-to-earth, simple and frugal is a mother's greatest advantage, and all this can only be summed up by her son who is in college, and she doesn't know it herself. Even if I get sick in my later years, I still want to pick one hundred catties of courage to do farm work for my family. Mother is old, she begins to doubt herself, and we are still relying on her. In the past twenty years, have we ever given our mother a bunch of flowers as a generous gift? Even on her birthday, we were not with her. A scribbled phone call and a few simple blessings may be the greatest comfort to our mother.
I should deeply repent my temper at home, the change and wasted time at school, the silent pain left by the vicissitudes of time, and the endless troubles brought to my mother.
Give your mother permanent regret!