There is a fire in the stove and a lamp in the room.

# Story in the World # With the growth of age, as time goes by year by year, there are always some memories engraved in the depths of the soul, which remain for a long time, but become clearer and brighter!

Those colorful memories, like autumn in England, will always be fixed in a cold winter in the 1970s or a hot summer evening in my tossing and turning midnight, lonely dusk and misty morning!

At that time, my family was a family of seven. There are many people and many things. Go to school during the day, cultivate land, work hard, and work very busy. Only at night is the most lively time for family reunion.

Washing away the dust from the day's trip outside, the family crowded into the kitchen and watched his father sit in front of the kitchen with a thatch and light the kitchen fire. Then, mother is busy cooking dinner in the kitchen. Soon, the kitchen was filled with smoke, and the kerosene lamps placed high were getting darker and darker. Only the crackling fire in the kitchen occasionally illuminates my father's resolute and brave face!

At this time, father, eldest brother and second brother will tell the story of their day's walk. If they say something unfair, for example, the cadres of the Revolutionary Committee of the brigade enrich themselves, the volunteers are unevenly distributed, the "capitalist tail" is cut off without asking the reason, or the landlords in their 80 s are dragged to the stage to slap in the face and criticize, and the father will sweep his sleeves and call names angrily, and the second brother will not agree.

I heard the funniest joke at that time, and it still amused me for many years: it is said that one year, the PLA stationed in the vanguard was ordered to support agriculture in our production team. At noon, the soldiers were still sweating in the field, and the captain arranged an old man with less workload to ask the PLA soldiers to rest. The leading cadres of the People's Liberation Army replied: "If you don't rest, we won't rest." But the old man heard wrong and sent it back. This was a big political event at that time, and the production captain was puzzled and puzzled! And report it to the brigade revolutionary Committee, which will come forward to coordinate and figure out what happened! Of course, the old man who said the wrong thing naturally suffered a lot for it.

Sometimes they also talk about domestic and international events, such as Prince Suharuk's visit to China, the Treasure Island incident made in Su Xiu and the Hongqi Canal, and then express their views. If there is disagreement, it must be a red-faced argument. Even if the father shows his father's authority, he may not be able to convince the two sons.

Sometimes, they will talk about some happy things, or brothers and sisters win prizes in their studies, or the grain output of the team increases ... This is often the most harmonious and happy time for a family! Talking to the extreme, my father asked my sister or me to get a dusty erhu from the wall behind the mosquito net. Some unknown Hunan pop tunes will overflow from my father's fingers in front of the stove. I was amazed at my father's rough appearance and such delicate artistic cells. Many years later, I once asked my father, and he rarely told me with some shame that it was playing a lion when I was a child.

When my father plays the piano, he holds his brother in his lap at the same time, which is a privilege that the other four brothers and sisters above me can't enjoy. For me, my father's knee is always so sacred!

When the dishes in the pot are steaming, my mother will personally go to the closet and take out seven pottery bowls, three big and four small. First, I will put three big bowls, then my father, my eldest brother and my second brother, then my mother herself and our three brothers and sisters. For this division, my mother explained that the three of them should strive for work points and food, so they should eat as much as possible. However, my mother has never eaten a big bowl herself. Every time, after our brothers picked it out, she took the last bowl and stood in the corner of the kitchen to eat it slowly. Occasionally, she will put something in my or my brother's bowl.

As far as I can remember, I seldom ate rice for dinner in those years. Rice is often ground into rice flour on a stone mill, then made into rice flour jiaozi, and then cut into a large pot of pumpkin, sweet potato, taro, soybean, cabbage and radish. Sometimes, there are wild vegetables, with a little chopped green onion, dried peppers and salt. In fact, there are very few rice noodles in jiaozi, and there are even fewer bowls for mom.

The fire in the stove chamber is lit, and the thrifty mother always stubbornly goes to the hall to light a kerosene lamp, even if no one is in the room, it will be lit until the whole family goes to bed!

If one person in the family doesn't come home at night for unexpected reasons, the light will always be on, and my mother will wait under the light, waving needles and lead ... "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body", which is the diligence and persistence of my mother, so that our five brothers and sisters are not naked during that difficult time. This is the greatness and warmth of mother!

My mother's habit of lighting lamps in the main room continued for many years, when I was the secretary of the village youth league branch. On one occasion, the town youth league Committee arranged for me and another comrade to go to Zhuzhou to buy a batch of fruit seedlings. Because of the delay, I finally found a truck at Hengdong Railway Station, sneaked into Hengshan at the freight station and hitchhiked from Hengshan to Nanyue. After arriving in Nanyue, it was getting late and I couldn't find a car to go back to the back hill. Due to the shortage of funds, the money left in our bag is less than 10. At that time, Nanyue found the worst hotel and opened a double room, which cost at least eight yuan. And there is no fare, so I can only walk home as usual the next day. The two hit it off and chose to walk home that night. We first went to the street to find a noodle restaurant, and we bought a bowl of bald noodles by ourselves. After eating, we hurried home. Each of us carried two bundles of fruit seedlings and walked more than forty miles on the mountain road. Rao was young and strong, and he was too tired to sweat. It's past two in the morning. When I was a mile or two away from home, I suddenly looked up and saw the dim light like beans at home. Tears suddenly infiltrated my eyes, and warmth crept into my heart!

Early spring in March, the spring is chilly. In the classroom, my mother, covered with half a blanket, dozed off under the kerosene lamp at the square table. The drying cage under my knee has long lost a little temperature. At that moment, I held my mother's cold hand tightly and choked up a thousand words!

Mother said: the fire in the stove is the fire of life. When life is there, the fire will flourish! The lamp in the hall is a heart lamp, and the heart lamp is on, even if the child travels thousands of miles, it will light up the way home for you!