It's another year of apricot blossom.

Looking at the apricot blossom everywhere, I thought of my mother again, and her kind smile appeared from time to time.

Twenty-four years ago, it was the apricot blossom season. Just as I was leading the students to enjoy the apricot blossoms under the apricot trees on campus, my family asked someone to tell me that "my mother was dying". I can't believe it, because my mother was fine when I left home two days ago. How could I take a leave of absence and ride home without time to think and dare not delay? Who knows, when I came home from more than 30 kilometers, my mother had abandoned me. In addition to grief and infinite guilt, I am left with homesickness and missing.

Every year when I see apricot flowers, I miss my mother deeply. Seeing the flowers on the branches is like seeing my mother's face and seeing the petals falling with the wind, which reminds me of many past events of my mother.

Mother is always so clever and clever. She gave birth to seven children in her life. In that era of material shortage, it is not easy to bring up such an enterprising child. However, mom is not afraid, she has her own way.

In order to solve the problem of several children wearing clothes, she either reduced the adult clothes that good people gave us, or washed the biggest and smallest clothes that could not be worn for the second child. In winter, she made her clothes into cotton-padded clothes. When the weather was warm, she changed the cotton-padded clothes into single clothes. Once, I saw a classmate in my class buy a yellow military satchel with the words "serving the people" printed on it as a schoolbag. I envy it and want to try it on my back. As a result, I cleaned people for a week and wrote their daily homework. He agreed to lend me a day's back. I remember that my mother saw me when I came home happily with a borrowed schoolbag on my back. Knowing that it was borrowed, she only said, "No matter how good things are, children, they all belong to others. You can't just borrow things from others. You must return them to others tomorrow. " He turned and went into the house. Who knows, the next morning, after I got up, my mother handed me a schoolbag sewn with various pieces of cloth. Not only are the colors properly matched, but also the patterns are beautiful. What is even more attractive is that the front of the schoolbag is embroidered with the eight characters "study hard and make progress every day". I took my schoolbag and looked at my mother's red and swollen eyes, and tears came down. My mother's hand-sewn schoolbag accompanied me through primary school, but maternal love warmed my life.

There are many people in our family. When our seven brothers and sisters are all growing up, eating is the biggest difficulty in our family. In spring, my mother pinched alfalfa to cook soup, picked elm money and cooked it with corn flour. She often eats this kind of rice, and even her skin turns yellow, green and yellow. In summer, I go to the fields to dig vegetables and grass. Only when the wheat is harvested can I eat rice with noodles, but the noodles are just a foil, and what I see in the bowl is wild vegetables. Autumn and winter are the best time of the year, such as corn batter, sorghum flour rolls, buckwheat flour stir, and corn flour biscuits and tortillas specially designed for our school as dry food. These foods, which are difficult for children to swallow now, became the most delicious food at that time in the hands of their mothers. I remember when I was in middle school, several well-off students in my class wanted to try my yellow and crisp cereal and tortillas. At first, I refused, for fear that others would laugh at me and make me hungry. But I couldn't help pestering each other again and again, so I had to give each a little taste. Unexpectedly, they took a bite and took all the cakes from my dry food bag. While I was wondering, they came back with big white steamed buns one by one. Before I knew what was going on, they actually stuffed all the white steamed buns in their hands into my arms. One of them said solemnly, "How can you eat such delicious food by yourself?" Remember, bring more next week, and we will continue to change. ""Yes, who made the cake? It's delicious. You are too stingy. Why not let everyone have a try? "Several other people also said with the voice. In this way, all the students in the class ate the cake made by their mother and praised her cooking. My heart is sweeter than the white steamed bread in my mouth.

Mother was kind and tolerant all her life. It is the same for family and others. When I was a child, I was lively and active. I either hung my clothes on the tree or broke my arms and legs. My mother warned me the most: "Be careful, don't do these dangerous things." Then, she took out the mercurochrome and painted it on me. We all slept at night, and she would sit under the lamp and mend my clothes. Once, my brothers and I picked the seeds of Datura stramonium, put them on the ground and rolled them into the shape of a basketball. Then, we use the Datura ball as a basketball and throw it into the chimney eye at home as a hoop. I'm too young to catch them. I'm impatient. When they fall, I rush to the wall to catch them. Unexpectedly, Datura balls fell on my eyes, and Datura seeds were seen all over. This frightened my brothers and worried my parents. What worries me most is my mother, who tries her best to seek medical advice everywhere. However, a month later, my eyes were swollen like two bells and I had to be led to the toilet. Finally, I didn't know where my mother came from, so I found a plaster called "tuili powder" and applied it to my eyes. A week later, I can open my eyes and see things vaguely. From blindness to complete sight, not only did I not hear a word of complaint and blame from my mother, but my mother also cooked for me personally every day. I still feel guilty when I think about this experience. Because, I have hardly done any filial piety to my mother.

One summer, my mother planted melons and watermelons for us in the garden, which began to bear fruit. Mom looked at Guatian and smiled happily. After finishing her work at home in the team every day, she always goes to the fields to mow the grass, loosen the soil and press the vines and take good care of them. Who knows, one afternoon, when I came home from school, I saw a pig coquetry in Gua Tian. I was in a hurry. I picked up the hoe on the ground and swung it at the pig. As a result, the hoe was cut on the pig's leg, and the hateful pig dragged his leg to his neighbor's house. It turns out that this pig belongs to his family. In the evening, my mother came home from work, and I told her about it. I thought my mother would be furious because she was distressed that the melon garden was destroyed. Unexpectedly, my mother got up and went out when she heard that I cut my neighbor's leg. Later, I learned that my mother was afraid that Uncle Zhang's family would be angry with me and affect the harmony between the two families. She apologized to his family for me.

I can learn to be kind to others now, and being generous to others is subtly influenced by my mother's personality.

Mother has a warm heart. She learned to treat toothache with folk remedies from her grandmother. Therefore, dozens of miles away in Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang, anyone with toothache will come here. She always receives warmly and treats carefully, but never charges. She also uses a tube to control it. She also treated a toothache for a secretary of the commune at that time. Later, introduced by the secretary, she went to a county in the countryside to treat toothache. Because of this, her mother, who suffers from asthma and heart disease, was exempted from productive labor. As for whose daughter-in-law is going to deliver the baby, whose baby is sick and whose family is sick in the middle of the night, we often go to see who is sick and cook something delicious. Especially in the extremely difficult period of my family's life, the village often comes to beg, and my mother never refuses to give it to whoever comes. Sometimes when she catches up with the meal, her heart will soften when she sees the child, and she always gives her share to the beggar's child. I sometimes blame my mother and say, "Is it worthwhile for you to give food to others?" Who said hello? "Mother always said to herself," You see how poor they are, how difficult it is to leave their homes and visit relatives and friends and beg all the way. Do things according to your conscience, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. "Later, when I grew up, I understood that my mother was not only right, but also right. She actually did it for us. My mother turned out to be the most qualified teacher in my life.

I graduated from junior high school and was admitted to normal school. My mother smiles all day. When I leave home for school, she always urges my third brother, Zhou Zhou, who teaches, to write and say hello to me. There are delicious fruits and melon seeds at home, so always leave some for me to go home. I don't like meat. I always save eggs for holidays. At the beginning of each semester, my father has given me enough tuition and living expenses, but my mother still secretly stuffed pocket money into my pocket.

I graduated and took part in the work. I haven't had time to be filial to my mother. She left me just after I worked for half a year.

On the day of mother's burial, although it was raining heavily, not only all relatives, the whole village, old and young, came to see her off, but even people from nearby villages heard the news. My brother and sister and I cried, and everyone in the cemetery cried.

Looking at my mother's grave and the apricot flowers that were knocked to the ground by the rain, I deeply felt that my happy sky collapsed and my life and spiritual pillar fell.

For 24 years, whenever I see apricot flowers in the rain, I will think of a heartbreaking scene when my mother was buried. As long as I see apricot flowers falling, my thoughts about my mother are even more serious.

It's another year of apricot blossom. At this time, facing the scattered apricot flowers, my heart is full of infinite melancholy and helplessness. All I can expect is to let these apricot flowers bring my blessings and thoughts to my mother in heaven.

The year of Renchen is written on the mother's memorial day (March 28th of the lunar calendar).