A letter to Mother Heaven

In the dead of night, an orange desk lamp can clear the mood and pave the way for thoughts. I can spread all the words that beat in my heart on paper and talk to my mother in heaven slowly. Below I have compiled a demonstration letter to Tianmu for your reference!

A letter to Tianmu Fan

My most respected mother:

Hello!

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, we parted for 18 years, 18 years, and more than 6,000 unforgettable days and nights. How many days are there? I miss you! My dear mother, in order to comfort my lovesickness, you also walked into my dream several times. But this is just an illusory dream after all. I called you several times in my dream, but I couldn't hear your reply.

Mom, mom, how are you doing in heaven?

Really as written in the book: carefree, no gain or loss, no disease and pain, no poverty and hunger, only happiness and happiness. Is it the paradise that many people dream of?

At this moment, are you really sitting in a comfortable armchair in heaven, closing your eyes and enjoying a beautiful life?

Without your father by your side and your children enjoying your knees, are you living a little fly in the ointment in heaven?

Mom, do you still like red peppers so much? Are you still keen on swigging white wine? You must pay attention to your health.

You are over sixty years old. After all, time waits for no one. You should stop eating Chili and drinking white wine, and don't overdo it. What's more, your stomach has never been very good. It is especially important to note that a person's health is precious only when he is sick.

Do you still remember your 1996 birthday, when you got drunk and threw up all over the floor? When you woke up, you said you would never drink again, but you couldn't help it at the sight of wine. No wonder you have worked hard all your life and can't even drink some wine?

Mom, can you forgive the child's unfilial behavior? For eighteen years, my children have been thinking about you all the time. My children are ashamed of you. When you are dying, I can still lead a drunken life in a foreign country thousands of miles away and kill my youth. When I came back eight months later, I saw that you had turned into a pile of loess, and my heart was bleeding. It's difficult to raise children to prevent old age, so it's not sad.

Mom, you will forgive the child, because this is your own child after all. You don't care that everything is wrong, do you?

Mom, now let the children tell you about the gratifying situation at home: only in this way can you be happy. As the eldest son, let me talk about myself first. I got married on 1998, and your grandson was born in 1999. In order to continue your expectation for your child, I named him Pengcheng, hoping that he can have a bright future. Now he has grown into a small man with a height of 1.7 meters, and will be 17 years old next year. He has been studying as a chef in the suburbs for more than half a year. You must be very pleased.

My brother is also married. The child is eight years old and studies in lark school. Now my brother is raising pigs. The price was quite good last year and this year, so we should be able to make some money. You don't have to worry about it.

What worries you most is your precious daughter, who is married to a lively and prosperous county, with a well-off family, supermarkets, teahouses, hotels, cars and everything. What makes you happy is that she has added a lovely and beautiful granddaughter and a naughty and handsome little grandson. All this is enough to comfort your old man. Of course, it is also the result of your prayers and blessings for us all the time. Thank you, my mother.

The only regret is that my father has a little high blood pressure, but fortunately it is not too serious. It's basically stable now, so don't worry too much.

Mom, for the growth of children and for this family, you really worked hard. You really worked too hard. It's time to have a good rest. However, your rest has caused the child to feel guilty and blame himself. Even in 18, you don't come back to see your own homes and relatives. How can you bear it? You really don't miss us? Can time and space block our kinship?

Mom, do you remember what it was like when we broke up for the last time? 1997 It was a chilly spring morning. I came to your bed with my luggage on my back and said goodbye to you. You sat up from the bed with a hard hand and stroked my cheek with a dead hand. You can rest assured that my mother is waiting for you at home. But mom, you didn't wait for me to come back. You broke your word and the children hate you. I just left home two months ago, and you can't wait to leave. Is heaven really that good? Since then, your sad and haggard appearance has solidified into an eternal picture, which is deeply left in my memory, never lingering, taking root and sprouting. I didn't expect parting to become a farewell in this life. Mom, why don't you wait for the children? Why did you leave in such a hurry?

Mother, although it has been 18 years, I still feel guilty, ashamed and regretful about you. I really shouldn't have made such a painful lifelong mistake and left you for a long time. I deeply blame myself for my incompetence, selfishness and ruthlessness. I know that patients with advanced cancer are in danger and their lives are in danger, but I have been wandering in other countries for more than a month, and I have found nothing. As a result, you left with eternal hatred.

Mom, how unfilial this child is!

I opened your ghostwriting again: son, mom is leaving, and I don't blame you for not being at home. Last year, you were at home. Remember that the three brothers and sisters should get along well and take care of your father?

Mom, please take care of yourself.

Unfilial son

XX，XX，XX，XX

A letter to Tianmu: Fan

Mother:

Hello!

I wrote to you more than 20 years ago, which was my military camp thousands of miles away. Later, I didn't write by phone, but went into the city, and you were still in the country. On the night of reunion every year, the children always sit around your bed, and sometimes they crow at midnight. However, for more than two months, this kind of getting along and communication can no longer be reproduced. In the pain of losing you, your 76th birthday (September 13) is coming. At this time, it is not only a hundred miles away from you, but also separated by Yin and Yang. I don't know what customs there are in my hometown at present. What should we do for you? So, I want to write to you.

In fact, the night you just left us, I often sat alone in front of the computer, typing 20 words for you with tears in my eyes. Your name, your death and your past are not just about our family and a bay. It lets at least tens of thousands of people know your life and death, your ordinary and hard work through my blogs on Sina and Phoenix (piccolo on the Yangtze River). Many people realize your kindness, ability and strength through these words and envy us for having a good mother like you. Many friends when I say the same sentence: Your article tells us that we must be kind to our mothers. ?

You certainly didn't expect that, as a rural woman, you also have it? Famous? On this day. Some friends don't understand that I have been trapped in sad words for a long time. I'll tell you what I think: I'm writing to you to pay off your debts before you die and make up for your kindness. When you were alive, I liked writing, and I didn't write a word for you. I write about you now in order to keep you in my own way. Recording your words shows that you are still living in our life.

Mom, where are these manuscripts? Five or seven? That day, I was burned to death in your grave. You must be very popular there, and someone around you will read it to you. But I don't think any of those articles can accurately and completely write about our mother. I've always wanted to sum up your life in the simplest words. Although my mind is getting clearer, I just don't write easily. Just as writers dare not get their hands on big events easily. Taking advantage of the impulse to write to you today, I think I must try.

Worried. This is the first sentence to accompany you in this family for 56 years. The pressure of family and the hardships of life will always be the heaviest on your shoulders. You have been worried about the last meal, the crops in the field, the well-being of the wanderers, the children becoming families, and the grandchildren growing up. The wind and frost of the years have covered your smile, and the wrinkles left by the annual rings have climbed up your cheeks mercilessly. Remember when I was young, you always talked about yourself? Heartache? Later, I learned that it was actually your painstaking efforts? Worried? .

Carry. Because my father is honest and filial, you are responsible for all the big and small things in the family except the heavy physical work. A family business from scratch, you carry; Take care of the complicated relationship between relatives and neighbors. Give food and clothing to the whole family in difficult days, so that five children can go to school and carry them; You are seriously ill and want to carry it yourself. In those years, there were always housewives who committed suicide because they couldn't support themselves, but you just didn't bend over. You broke your fingers, arms and back, but you never fell down.

Hold on. For the sake of children, you are hungry and have no food; There's nothing to wear. You can bear the cold. Poverty and fatigue are nothing to you, but they will force you to become stronger. You put up with your father's digging, and your children and grandchildren were not sensible when they were young. When you are poor, you must endure discrimination; Life is better, you have to endure jealousy. For the sake of family harmony, you would rather digest stones and knives in your stomach than complain about anyone. Now that I remember, you put up with all the diseases that killed you.

Worry represents the wisdom of the mother as a director; Shoulder marks the strength of mother's indomitable spirit; Endurance embodies mother's kind character all her life. These words were made up by your children and daughters-in-law after your death. We were not grateful when you were alive. Just as people who have been to the universe say, only when they leave the earth can they feel how beautiful their hometown is and feel infinite nostalgia. I seem to understand why archaeology in my last life always required great efforts from later generations. I seem to understand. Because of death, the value of life can be revealed. ? As I said, before you died, we lacked a solemn compliment to you. After you left, you felt that you were a miracle in your child's life and the pride of our family. This is also an important motivation for me to write to you.

Mom, in the last days, you said, don't be as good to you as your brother and sister, otherwise, how can you leave us? How ashamed we are that you say so. If we hadn't neglected to take good care of you, how could you suddenly become irretrievable? We regret that no matter how we treat you, we can't get back your health and life. On the contrary, it was your strength that gave us an opportunity of eight months, which made our repentance slightly diluted. My second brother said at that time, I don't like to hear you say that children are filial, and the reality and results make us unable to bear these two words. I also want to say that since I got married, you have never blamed my eldest son, and even when I was not calm about you, you never complained. After you left, you had a dream for the person you loved, saying that it cost us a lot of money. You still miss us, and you can't let us go.

Mom, you will be unhappy if you know that we haven't got over the unforgettable pain of missing. Some friends also advised me to move from the sadness of missing to the warmth of missing. In fact, your decades of nurturing is enough for us to mature, the sadness brought by your departure is inevitable, and the warmth you left us is eternal. Your children are not the children they used to be. More than 30 years ago, that serious illness, if you really left, we would be trapped in the abyss of suffering. Now that we are married, you have woven strong wings for us with your maternal love. Your persistence and tenacity set an example for us. Time will let us say goodbye to sadness slowly. Our brothers and sisters will live a good life, take good care of our old father, raise your grandchildren and live up to your expectations.

Mother, neighbor, the demented old lady older than you, her eldest son turned out to be a local writer. Recently, she wrote an article specially for you, telling a lot of precious memories about you, and preparing to publish it in local literary journals. You took care of his mother before she died, and he was especially grateful to you. Although you never told us about it, now we will visit the old man every time we go back. In order to inherit the family style of treating people in your family, on the day we sent you on the road, our brother and sister gathered all the old people in the village for a meal and didn't ask for gifts from others. The old father said, if you do well, your mother will be satisfied. ? Now, every time we leave the village after visiting our father, we never forget to stop and say hello to the old people gathered there. Because, we will always remember the last time you left the village alive in the car. Almost all the old people in the village came to see you, and everyone sent you away with tears. I hope you can come back healthy next time. Small bills, eggs just out of the henhouse, are full of praise and disappointment for you. Now when our car stops, some people still send eggs and some people screw vegetables. Just as you are still alive, let us still bathe in your blessings.

Mom, I used to envy some people that they either had a literate father or a literate mother. Now, some people mistakenly think that I am from a scholarly family. But I always say that my parents are illiterate. I am an uneducated mother, and her upbringing has made me eager for culture. I also want to say that I seem to be literate, far less than my illiterate mother. So, on the day I saw you come out, I said this: our money is not as poor as our mother's; Our property is inferior to our mother's character; We are not as clever as our mother; Our position is inferior to my mother's humble civilians; What we do is not as diligent and capable as our mother. Mother is the sun in our children's hearts, the belief in our lives, the hometown in our children's hearts and our tired return to Hong Kong. ? Afterwards, some relatives and friends said that I spoke well. How I wish you could feel our praise for your lateness. Mom, did you hear that day?

Autumn is coming. If the mother is still alive, it is inevitable to tell the distant children and grandchildren to add clothes. You may pick cotton in the field and buy cotton wool for us to keep out the cold in winter. I hope we can go home and drag bags of vegetables into town. Such warmth and care, this life is doomed to dare not expect again. I just want you to take care of yourself. You are too tired and bitter to live. Take care when you ascend to heaven.

Dear mother, I always believe that although you are gone, your soul is still protecting us. The fluttering white clouds are your figure, and the blowing wind is your comfort. We open our eyes and you are right in front of us. We looked up and saw your face. We ask the sun and moon to illuminate you, the stars to keep you company, the rain and dew to quench your thirst, and the blue sky to make clothes for you. My son has no chance to give you a birthday in this life, only a letter from home. I wish my mother happiness and peace! If you feel my son's voice, please give me a dream, my mother.

Kind mother, you will live in our hearts forever!

Your eldest son

XX，XX，XX，XX

A letter to Tianmu Fan Wensan

Dear mother:

How are you doing in heaven? I miss your tears, and my heart is flooded with madness. In this world, parting is always staged quietly. This sad journey, in the forefront of the past, will suddenly become a last life. I'm so afraid of your leaving. I can't believe you've gone far.

When I hit the keyboard and wrote this letter, I was in tears. This is my first time to write to you, but we come from two different worlds. I am a woman, your most distressed daughter. It's almost three years since you left us, as if centuries had passed! Here I call you again: Mom, I miss you? . Did you hear your daughter's call in heaven? I know you must have heard of mother-daughter connection, but you can't dry my tears with your warm hands anymore. My daughter is heartbroken, and she is so dependent on your warmth and care.

Many times, in a word, a scene will remind me of you, I can't help it. Daughter can only find you in memory.

Mom, I miss you very much. I think when I was a child, you took my little hand and learned to walk under the window. My hand held your thumb tightly, and I took the first step in my life with fear under your guidance. However, in my dream, I can't hold your hand. Mom, how did your hands become so unreal?

After school, you worked hard to make us good food and sew us new clothes? Time flies, decades have passed, and my daughter still can't forget it. Every New Year's Eve, you sit under the lamp and sew new clothes for our sister until dawn. Looking at us happy in our new clothes, you smiled with distress, but your eyes were bloodshot, and the fatigue on your face was still vivid in your daughter's memory, and you will never forget it!

Grow up, work, leave home. My daughter remembers the first outsourcing site, Daxia, Gansu. When I told you that I was working at the top of the dam, the climate there was very cold and the wind at the top of the dam was very strong, so I wanted to cry. You comforted me, encouraged me, and told me that it is not easy to live in this world, and many things must be adhered to. You told me that the so-called swift horse is not necessarily the fastest, but it must have the best endurance. You are absolutely right. This sentence has become my daughter's motto for the rest of her life. A few days later, I received the package you sent me. My daughter was in tears when I opened it. There is a thick cotton-padded jacket. No, that's not a cotton-padded jacket. This is obviously a mother's deep love and concern for her daughter. This love has made her enjoy it all her life. Looking at the white hair on your head when I get home, I swear in my heart that I will not let you worry about me from now on. Every time I come back from outsourcing, I smile and hide my worries behind my back. Sitting next to you for a while will make me feel very practical and comforting, and my heart will be much easier. Sometimes, I will be spoiled in your arms. My brothers and sisters laughed at me. You always touch my head affectionately and say with a smile. In mom's eyes, most of you are children. ? I smiled happily, very happy.

Suddenly, my daughter is married, and my mother's words are in my heart? To be a good wife and mother, all virtues are filial piety first, virtue first and love first. Mom, under your guidance, my daughter did it, and my daughter really did it, but you left me, which made me very painful and heartbroken. I always thought I was a very strong and rational person, but your departure made me involuntarily become a fragile and sensitive person. I just found out that affection is the deepest feeling and the most fragile nerve of the human body. It is innate and goes deep into the bone marrow.

Mom, you gave us all your love, but we gave you very little in return. My daughter has a lot to say to you, but can you receive my letter? There were so many rewards that I didn't have time to do it, but you left. ? The tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to be filial but not close. ? For thousands of years, how many people in the world have such lifelong regrets!

Mom, you and I have been apart for almost three years. Time passed and you didn't leave. You are still warm, and you still live in your daughter's heart kindly. I sort out my endless thoughts about you over and over again, and show your love for your daughter one by one. Bits of maternal love, as well as condensed into an eternal theme, are carved into eternal monuments, getting thicker, deeper and clearer.

Father misses you, too. He always said: Your mother has suffered for me for decades, and I should do something for her! ? Therefore, my father always guards you silently, and will take out your photos from time to time to sort them out, have a look and eliminate the crystal eyes.

After writing these words in tears, tears rolled down the keyboard and wet my hands. Have a good cry, dry your tears, face the real life and tell yourself to be strong. I can only make up for what you didn't do to my mother. Dear mom! You bless our father's safety and health in heaven! We will miss you forever!

Mom, my daughter is sorry that she can't do anything for you. My daughter hasn't repaid your kindness. My daughter hasn't done enough for your children. Mom, are there messengers in heaven? Can this letter be sent to your heaven? I want to tell you that no one in the world loves you more than I do. No one in this world can take your place in my heart? Mom, no matter where you are, I will always love you! ? But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? If there is reincarnation in the world, mom, I will still be your child in the next life to repay your kindness.

My daughter kowtows to you.

XX，XX，XX，XX

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