Ask the passage and an incident that happened to my mother to pay attention to the description of the characters.

(It was written for someone, not my mother. )

My mother, who has worked hard all her life, has been away from us for almost ten years, and she will always be in our hearts as children.

Mother is an old man who came from the old society. Kindness, simplicity, frugality and tolerance towards others are the virtues of her life. My mother married her father at the age of 19, and since then she has entered a big family with four generations living under one roof. When I was a child, I heard from my mother that soon after she got married, my grandmother said that my mother had four mother-in-laws. These four mothers-in-law are my grandmother and great-grandmother, my father's aunt and cousin. My grandmother is a kind and sincere old man. She treats her mother well. The remaining "mother-in-law" are not very friendly, especially my father's cousin, who is lazy and mean.

My mother is a woman with little feet, and the title of "Three-inch Golden Lotus" is worthy of the name. I remember when I was a child, as long as I saw my mother's shoes there, my brothers and sisters scrambled to tighten their toes, put on my mother's shoes, and walked back and forth on tiptoe. But if mother sees us, she always tries to stop us. I didn't understand my mother's good intentions until I grew up: it is said that children wear pointy shoes "with narrow money" (narrow in front), and my mother hopes that all her children will have money to spend when they grow up, and they will all live a good life, unlike their older generation, and their lives will be tight all year round.

A mother with three inches of golden lotus has to carry water, cook and sew in this big family. She gets up early every morning to grind and bake pancakes, and in the evening, when a large family has finished eating, she has to brush chopsticks and wash dishes. By the time it's ready, it's already late, and I have to be busy preparing the next day's meal. Almost all the meals eaten by the family are managed by the mother. Sister-in-law should have led her sister-in-law to do housework in the name of eldest sister-in-law, but she stood by and told my mother to do everything on the grounds that her children were young. Although my mother is busy with housework all day, as long as she makes a slight mistake, she will be sued by her cousin to her mother-in-law, so she is always on tenterhooks. At that time, there was no clock at home, and my mother was afraid of getting up late and delaying the mill. She slept with her clothes at night, and I didn't know how many times she had to get up in the evening to see the stars in the yard. She learned from the old man that she could tell the time by looking at the direction of the stars. When pushing the mill, sometimes I can't hold on to being sleepy, and I fell asleep unconsciously standing next to the stone mill. The donkey pulled the empty stone mill, and the sparks scurried out from between the two stones. Mother woke up with a tingle, and her heart was pounding with fear, and I was afraid that her mother-in-law would hear her.

When my mother was young, her body was thin and her feet were small. It was hard enough for a pair of wooden barrels filled with water to press on her shoulders, but my uncle and sister-in-law were still making sarcastic remarks: Look at this slender willow, it's not good to stir up water. Mother wiped her face with sweat, and her heart was too wronged, but she couldn't say it. This kind of life lasted for many years, and then it was divided into small families by everyone, and my mother was relieved and relaxed.

My mother is a thrifty housekeeper. When I was a child, food was not rich, but in times of disaster, food was even more precious. Whenever new grain comes down, my mother always plans the grain, matches the vegetables and grain, and matches the thickness. During the year, she eats the rations evenly. When the wheat is ripe, the production team should distribute it according to the head, because the grain output was low at that time, and the family could not get much. My mother is very careful. Except for jiaozi and flour and rice, she is generally reluctant to use it. She tries her best to keep some of it until the Spring Festival, when jiaozi and noodles are served. After cotton was distributed in autumn, my mother picked it out, rolled it, spun it into thread with a spinning wheel, made it into cloth, dyed it or printed it with flowers, made clothes for our brothers and sisters, and bought bedding at home. Although it is homespun, the thread spun by my mother is thin and even, so the woven cloth is very fine. The clothes made are worn on us, and the children next door are very envious. I remember that at that time, every winter, my mother lit kerosene lamps at night and spun yarn every day. Sometimes when we wake up, we vaguely open our eyes and see our mother still rocking the spinning wheel. What she has paid for our family and our brothers and sisters is a lifetime of fatigue and hard work.

Mother never wastes a grain. She often tells us, "A grain of rice can't make a noodle, and a drop of water can't make a river". Even if she sees a grain of food falling on the ground, she will pick it up. Even the face washing water she uses every day is never used sparingly. Because she deeply knows that nothing is easy. But if the neighbor is in trouble, she will not hesitate to do her best to help. When life was difficult in the early 196s, when she saw the children next door crying with hunger, she would rather starve herself than give the children next door the food that was not rich at home. She also often takes the food saved by her family to help others. Grandma in the East Yard has no rice to cook. Even if there are only two bowls of rice at home, her mother will take out half and send it to her. My aunt in Qianjie has no pickles, so she will ask us to send our own pickled pickles. Our clothes and shoes were worn out, so mother washed them and gave them to the children in the neighborhood.

Mother's hands are very clever, and she is a good needleworker. I can sew clothes, make shoes, embroider and cut paper. At that time, needlework had to be done by hand. The clothes made by my mother were fine in stitches and fashionable in appearance. When the clothes were worn out, many people had to match them. The shoes made by my mother are durable and strong, and the flowers embroidered by my mother are lively and beautiful. I still remember the hat that my mother sewed for me when I was a child. There was a big lotus flower sewn on the hat. The lotus flower was cut and pasted with pink silk cloth. At the edge and top of the lotus petals, my mother embroidered it with red silk as beautiful as the real petals, and green lotus leaves were exposed around the lotus flower. There are two beautiful streamers behind the hat, and a small jingling bell is hanging on the left and right sides. It's very beautiful. The "tiger hat" sewed for my brother, the tiger's nose, eyebrows and ears are both cartoon and vivid. We put on our hats and went to the street to play, and a group of girls and daughters-in-law gathered around us, pointing and admiring. I remember that several boys and girls rushed home and called out their mothers to see them, so that their mothers could make one for themselves. When a girl marries and a son marries a daughter-in-law, the mother is asked to cut happy characters and window grilles. It is natural to say that mother is clever and handy.

mother also cut a good hand of clothes. The aunts and girls in the neighborhood often hold all kinds of cloth and let their mothers cut clothes. Mother never refused, carefully measured the size and cut them seriously. When there was no one sewing clothes at home, my mother helped to finish the clothes stitch by stitch, so let's send them over.

Speaking of cutting clothes, there is another joke. My second aunt, who is far away, is very practical, but her hands are clumsy. After cutting her clothes, her mother taught her how to do it. She sewed at home for several days, but she couldn't sew any more, so she came to my mother with her clothes and complained that my mother had cut them. Mother took the clothes, took a look, and laughed for a long time, but then she finally held back her smile and said, you stupid wife, how did you sew your trouser legs to your crotch? Finally, my mother helped her sew the clothes. A distant uncle has lost his mother since he was a child. As long as his mother is free, she helps to make a pair of shoes or a dress, sometimes helps to bake pancakes, or sends us some cooked meals. Until now, this uncle is full of gratitude as long as he talks about my mother.

My mother was kind and helpful all her life. Neighbors are always willing to ask their mother for help, and her mother always thinks it is her duty to help them. In the rural areas in the 195s and 196s, there was a shortage of doctors and medicines. In the long-term exploration, my mother learned some indigenous methods to treat common ailments by picking moxibustion and massage, and also treated children's dislocations. All the year round, cold winter and cool summer, no matter during the day or late at night, as long as there are patients coming, my mother will seriously treat them. When she saw the crying child, she jumped away after dislocation and reset, and when she saw the adults suffering from illness, her mother would feel sincerely happy. These things, such as those mentioned above, are small things to my mother, but they run through her life.

That year, my mother was over eighty years old, and my brother sent a telegram from home saying that my mother was seriously ill and asked me to visit her at home. By the time I hurried home, my mother's condition had greatly improved. I saw that the room at home was full of all kinds of tonics and snacks sent by the villagers. These supplements and snacks, though they are all native, are not valuable items, but represent the all of my heart of the villagers. Mother said, "It rains under the spring breeze". When she told us a story, she said that good people were rewarded. Although my mother never allows others to thank and repay her, everyone remembers her kindness to the villagers. How can they not thank her?

My hometown is in the old Yimeng area, War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the war of liberation. My mother always touches me when she talks about the feelings of "fish" and "water" between my soldiers and the people in the old areas. My mother once gave up my sister and used her own milk to feed the descendants of her children who fought in the north and south. She actively participated in the "Women's Rescue Society" and "Literacy Class", and made military shoes and pancakes for the PLA with her own hands. The military shoes made by my mother are solid and the uppers are fine. Every time I hand in military shoes, they are praised and praised by the leaders. She often tells her sisters that the soldiers are fighting for the liberation of our common people. They March hundreds of miles a day, and their shoes are not strong enough to break when they March in a hurry. Only when we make our military shoes strong enough can we live up to them and our own conscience. Therefore, my mother did every pair of military shoes seriously and attentively, and completed the task with good quality and quantity.

Mother has suffered a lot in her life. The fatigue of a big family and the toil of a small family have never had a good rest, even when they are "confinement". When I was born, my father joined the stretcher team and went to the front of the "Huaihai Campaign". On the night of mid-November in the lunar calendar, my mother gave birth to me on the ground in front of my bed, shivering with cold. After cleaning up, she woke up my elder sister and wanted her to get some firewood from the kitchen to warm herself up. The elder sister who was woken up cried when she heard my crying. It didn't matter if she cried. The second and third sisters who were awakened by her crying also began to cry together. Mother had to give up and climb into bed and lie down. I don't know how my mother spent that night. I got up the next day to bake pancakes and do supplies and needlework for the district office. She also said that that month, a * * * ate nine eggs. The aunt in the front street sent two, the aunt in the back street brought one, and the grandmother in the neighboring hospital sent one. At that time, every family was poor. There was one neighbor, two more, seven and eight, and one * * * nine eggs. That was everyone's wish. I have heard this from my mother many times. I know that my mother is thanking the villagers in this way. Every time I listen to it, I feel particularly sad. Nowadays, young people give birth to children. What are eggs? They only choose nutritious things to eat. But there was no such condition in my mother's time. Their generation suffered enough.

when my mother gave birth to my brother, it was the spring of 1954. At that time, there was famine almost every year. April of the lunar calendar is the season when the food is green and yellow. Without food at home, I can't open the pot for a few days. My younger brother is crying and my mother can't eat rice. Where can I get milk? My father bought a handful of onions from the market. My mother picked some onion leaves and ate them one by one. My father only wept. According to my mother, every time I have a confinement, I don't want to take a good care of it. Even if I want to rest, I don't have time. Besides busy with housework, I have to sell shoes in my spare time in exchange for some oil and salt money to supplement my family. Therefore, my mother fell ill all over. Since I can remember, my mother has been suffering from illness. It hurts here all day, or it is uncomfortable there. It is all because of hard work, involvement and injury in the month when I was young. My youngest sister always pinches her mother's neck and softens her shoulders before going to bed every night. This is the work that my little sister has to do every day until she gets married and goes to other places.

My mother gave birth to nine children, and three of them died because there were no medical conditions at that time. Among the three children who died young, two of them were already five or six years old, and whenever they were mentioned, the mother's mood was particularly heavy. The child is the meat that falls from the mother's body. How can she not be worried?

among mother's six children, only the old six, our younger brother is a boy. The 45-year-old mother gave birth to an old son, which is supposed to make her feel the most distressed and spoiled. But my mother doesn't think so. She is not biased, and she is as distressed and treated as her five daughters. Therefore, under the guidance of my mother, my younger brother has been very sensible since he was a child, knowing that he loves his parents dearly. Up to now, my younger brother is 54 years old, and he is still the most filial among our brothers and sisters.

I remember when I was a child, the twelfth lunar month was my mother's busiest day of the year, especially after the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. At that time, there was no mechanization, and all food had to be ground on a stone mill and pressed with a roller. My mother will lead us in grinding and pressing rice cake powder. She will personally steam rice cakes, make cakes, make rough rolls, make tofu, and give birth to mung bean sprouts and soybean sprouts. She is busy all day long. Although mother is very tired, she is very busy and we are all very happy. My favorite dish at that time was "bean sprouts stewed with tofu" made by my father. Bean sprouts are born by my mother's own hands, and tofu is made by my mother's own hands. They are all natural foods. The cooked dishes taste great, and I always remember them when I think about it. Now that life is good, where can I find such pure and natural food?

The happiest thing when I was a child was that Tomb-Sweeping Day went to the beach to "roll eggs" that day. There are a few chickens at home. Every year before Tomb-Sweeping Day, no matter how difficult it is at home, my mother is reluctant to sell her eggs. She will save them and cook five eggs for each of us in Tomb-Sweeping Day. This is also the envy and envy of the children in the neighborhood. I remember that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother got up early, and when we got up, she had cooked the eggs. Touching the hot eggs makes me feel so happy. Third Sister dyed the eggs red and green for us, or painted some flowers on the eggs, or painted some small squares of red, yellow and green. In short, they were colorful. Then the brothers and sisters each carried five eggs and went to the beach by the river to roll eggs. Everyone had a good time. Third Sister also made us some whistles with wicker or poplar, and everyone rolled on the beach while whistling, and the sound of frolicking and whistling became one. That was my real carefree childhood.

as far as I can remember, my mother never wore a few good clothes in her life. I remember when I was young, in summer, my mother wore a coarse Chinese short-sleeved shirt, which was changed with a worn-out long-sleeved dress. It has been worn for many years, and there are many patches on it, but she is still reluctant to throw it away. She is soaked in sweat, washed and dried, and then put it on her body. Mother said that it is not good to wear clothes in summer. But just look at the patch on that dress and you will know how hot it is to wear it. The year I gave birth, my lover brought back a light gray dacron cloth from the provincial capital, and I gave it to my mother to make a coat. At that time, it would be an honor to wear a garment made of dacron cloth. Mother doesn't want to wear it herself, but wants to leave it to me to make clothes and push them around.