Original Prose: The foster mother has never quarreled with anyone in her life, and her face is red.

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No matter poverty or ups and downs, hardship or pain, she is as short as Doumai's foster mother, serving and sending away five close relatives alone. Doumainiang, in our hearts, has gradually grown into an insurmountable monument for ordinary people!

Tujia people have the custom of worshipping their godmother, but it is a miracle that children in a village are scrambling to call her godmother when they are afraid.

Now that I think about it, my foster mother is short, with big eyes and a narrow nose, a dark red face, neatly dressed, a short ear-long hair combed flat and smooth, and a smile on her face is like a full moon. Speak softly and show your white teeth. Take your time when you walk, and stick to your thin basket. Her clothes pocket always contains melon seeds, corn bubbles, chestnuts, walnuts and dates, which are magically distributed to children. All the children in our village call her mother. She gave a sigh of relief and greeted the children with a smile. Her face is full of happiness and a little shyness. It is so beautiful that children of different ages envy it.

Doumainiang is a gourmet. She can always cope with all kinds of life in a fancy way.

Artemisia argyi rice, she can always squeeze out the most tender Artemisia argyi, carefully simmered with boiling water, soft and fragrant, without a trace of bitterness; It is a rare delicacy to mix the roots with lobster sauce; Grind and dry the wide pepper sauce, and carefully dig the mud at the potato germ; When I was in grinding bean curd, I wore an apron around my head for fear of falling into the dust. Occasionally, the ashes of leaves float into the soybean milk, gently blow away the foam with your mouth, and scoop out a large piece of foam with a spoon; In late spring and early summer, when the flowers were green and yellow, she actually pinched the stems of rape flowers, peeled off the rough skin and ate them cold. Persimmons are densely placed on the fire floor. Once it freezes in winter, the skin of the red persimmon is as thin as a cicada's wing. When you gently tear it with your hand and suck it with your mouth, the persimmon wrapped in ling residue is chirping more than honey.

After the land was contracted, the food was also enriched: she cooked corn candy for three days and two nights, worked hard to make it white on a millstone, knocked it into small pieces one by one, or mixed with candy chips from Yamaguchi group and sprinkled with sesame or peanuts, which was fragrant; Under the pomegranate tree next to the rice field, cooked corn kernels are frozen, dried, fried or mixed with sugar; Potato flour is white and bright, and boiled water with sugar is washed into the bowl, as white as fat, quenching thirst and promoting fluid production; For a time, grinding wheat flour was popular in the village. Brown the wheat first, and then grind it with a stone mill for three or five times. My powerful father said that pushing wheat flour is very heavy. I wonder how amazing the strength of the little foster mother is. The wheat flour is so finely ground that the boiled water is mixed with sugar and flour. She added white pork oil to my bowl, which was disgusting and delicious. Potatoes, buckwheat, corn and kudzu root are made into Baba, which lasts all the year round; Braised pork can be thin and fat, and several patterns can be made; If the skin is delicious, it will be listed separately. Stewed pig's trotters on a small fire are mixed with the fresh fragrance of mushrooms. When you stew chicken, you will actually eat the sweetness of chestnut; Several times when the fish was braised in brown sauce, the trembling fans actually got entangled in the edge of the plate; Eggs and tofu are daily dishes. Smoked pig liver, sausage and braised pig head are busy. ...

I remember that during the Chinese New Year, my foster mother would greet us loudly: "make tea and drink", "eat melon seeds" and "eat sugar". We are busy from morning till night, and the sumptuous dinner table is full of sumptuous New Year's Eve. Except for late dinner time, we can always go home to our hearts' content. The foster mother shouted "Be good" all the way. It was dark, with flickering torches, sultry wind and warm sounds, just like yesterday.

Doumainiang has a big family of seven people. The daughter got married early, and the husband sold goods in a small shop. The burden of supporting the elderly falls entirely on her thin shoulders. Earlier, only her parents-in-law lived with her, and her father-in-law usually did little hard work to repay her for repairing bridges and roads. Mother-in-law was ill for a long time, and then stayed in bed for more than three years. She relied on her for food and daily life. People who collect money praise her adoptive mother for her filial piety ... In the late 1970s, my father-in-law and his sick wife went back to their hometown to visit relatives and became attached to them. Overnight, there were two more people in the family, and "returning to the roots" was the best reason. While taking care of her small vegetable garden carefully, the foster mother expands the land in the field: mung beans, soybeans, tendrils, beans, pumpkins, cucumbers, bitter gourd, buckwheat, oats, konjac bamboo shoots ... This is a wide variety of farmland I have ever seen, because many crops have low yields, and other families are unwilling to plant them. There are potholes everywhere, and a hoe and a white mark can dry up the sand slope of crops in a few months. Buckwheat with red stems and white flowers and sweet potatoes with rich earthy flavor are surprisingly crazy. Four old people lived together in Taoran.

My aunt, who is nearly 80 years old, lives for several months at a time. The old man is neatly dressed and his silver hair is fluttering. The godmother whispered, this is the aunt of the adoptive father who was shot after liberation, that is, the sister of Zhang, a gangster in western Hubei. Under the harsh atmosphere of class struggle during the Cultural Revolution, this kind of close relatives were afraid, shunned, and were not afraid of foster mothers, and served them well.

Grandpa Lu is another old man who impressed me deeply. Wearing a blue shirt, hunched back, seems to be leaning on crutches, and often coughs. Every year in June and July, he always comes to stay with his parents for half a month. The foster mother respects him very much. In my impression, Grandpa Lu has the habit of taking a nap, or walking around with one hand behind his back and one hand on crutches, looking around. When the meal is ready, the foster mother will always say, "Go and ask your grandfather Lu to eat!" At the dinner table, the foster mother always lets Grandpa Lu sit on the table and is busy with food. The respect of dopted mother adds a layer of mystery to Grandpa Lu's identity. Once, my foster mother told me that her family had a very powerful big black dog, and several people were no match for it. Grandpa Lu doesn't believe her. He is holding a pole in his hand, imposing. He knew that the big black, like a bolt of lightning, jumped up and down on his head, and suddenly lifted Grandpa Lu from a rice field several feet high. I think grandpa Lu may be a long-term worker or a nursing home for his mother. The horror is that when Grandpa Lu goes to the toilet, red blood always drips from the lid. The foster mother comforted us and said, don't be afraid of hemorrhoids. Even now, I still have an unforgettable shadow of terror in my mind. The foster mother often changes clothes for grandpa Lu, and never leaves him.

When michel platini retired and returned to China, her foster mother finally got help. On holidays, the whole family takes turns sitting in the village to celebrate. The foster mother flushed with happiness and laughed all night. Think about it, it may be the happiest time of her life. A few years later, michel platini suffered from liver cancer again. After many twists and turns, michel platini left her again. In this way, I sent away my five closest relatives, the 65-year-old foster mother, and became a person again.

It is said that the foster mother once counted her life. "Accumulate, save some money to buy an umbrella. Wind and rain, or polished rod. " Unexpectedly, one sentence became a prophecy. Many people secretly take these words to make fun of foster mothers, and there is always a trace of bitterness in their hearts. The foster mother is so kind that she shouldn't have such bad karma.

Later, the village cadres raised their foster mother as a lonely old man, repaired her house and often sent rice and meat. The foster mother is very satisfied with her life. Every time you talk to me, you always say, * * * Good party, hello. Once I went to the cemetery in michel platini, my foster mother insisted on going with me. Low mounds, yellow sand and yellow thatch rustled in the cold wind, and I couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears. The foster mother stood by and wiped her tears. "Sigh, look at me, really, go home and make tea, don't be sad, I'm fine", foster mother turned around, picked up the dead branches beside her and walked back. "Now, people in the village often come to visit me, sometimes cadres come, and they also send a lot of rice, noodles, meat, oil and clothes; They also mobilized me to go to the nursing home in Qu 'antou, saying that there were many people there, and some people were aggrieved for the elderly ... "My foster mother smiled selfishly." I'm not going anywhere. Give me a piece of gold and I won't exchange it! "

Foster mother neatly picked up firewood, pushed the grass Artemisia by the roadside, and walked quickly forward. I followed closely, carrying firewood. My foster mother looked at me with a smile, dusted herself off and talked a lot.

Next to the house, four osmanthus trees are still lush, two persimmon trees hold up the sky, pomegranate trees on the edge of rice fields grow wildly, and chestnut trees are quietly guarded, like childhood partners. It's just that the foster mother is old and faltering. During holidays, I always visit my foster mother. Clear moonlight, ups and downs of the boss's forest, persimmons in Huang Chengcheng, sweet chestnuts, howls of owls, green wheat seedlings, galloping yellow dogs, panicked rabbits and panting teenagers all come into my dreams from time to time, homesick with strong temperature.

The foster mother has a hard life, but she never cares. The foster mother is frugal, but generous to all the children. The foster mother loves cleanliness, and she cleans up the front and back of the house. Mother is very clever and often makes us guess riddles. We can't answer many riddles. At this time, the foster mother always looks at us when we are studying and laughs like a winner. Foster mother loves to play. In her spare time, she plays "Three Chess" and "Miaoer Chess" with us. She is very competitive. Once I lost, I left in tears. There are several grotesque carved bodhisattvas upstairs, and there is a big meow on the left wall, looking dignified and powerful. On the wall on the right, there is a Zhang Baocun's intact labor certificate, which is the first time I was surprised to see my foster mother's real name. The foster mother has a suitcase blackened by firewood and regarded it as a treasure. Speaking of reading, once the foster mother was happy and took out a well-preserved Daughter's Classics. The big characters on the lithograph are very clear. No wonder the foster mother has a good family atmosphere.

The year before last, my foster mother fell ill, and my brother-in-law who worked in Shenzhen came back to be filial. Soon, the adoptive mother died of illness at the age of 76. Our brother and sister invited us to go home together, and our sister who worked in Guangdong also came back. All the brothers and sisters in Yanglintou Village came to bid farewell to all our foster mothers and our mothers.

The foster mother doesn't complain when the bitter days are bitter; The foster mother did not shirk the important task of supporting and sending away five relatives. She was alone, waiting, leaning, not reaching out to anyone, silently carrying it. Fiona Fang Lisan has no residents, and there are five big empty tile houses. I don't know what extraordinary courage the foster mother has: when five close relatives are suffering from illness, who can feel helpless? Relatives who have been ill in bed for a long time, who can bring tea and water and be caring and attentive? Where are you going, a relative, who can face up to the bitter and sad pain?

I often think like this: the resilience after suffering, the responsibility in the face of difficulties, the great love that is not understood, and the goodwill that no one tells, even men will shrink back. The foster mother has been in love twice, but she can't tell whether she is sad or happy. The foster mother accepted it calmly. Foster mothers like children, but they never expected to come in this life. She has the same love for dozens of children in our village.

The foster mother has never quarreled with anyone in her life, and her face is red. She always does what she thinks should be done silently and carefully.

There is no end to kindness and no end to gratitude. Accept it frankly and live with a smile. There is no hurry, no image, plain and quiet. It is a clear spring flowing on the sand slope, an endless pine tree on the long ridge depression, and a brilliant sunset in the west.

In each of our hearts, the foster mother has no vigorous story, just stubbornly, quietly, quietly, quietly, breathing and opening.

Postscript: Doumainiang, adoptive mother, mother-Ma Suzhen (unknown date of birth, died on April 20 16) fled to Guankouya with her parents when she was four years old, and both her parents were killed in Japanese bombing. He was adopted by Qin Weizhou, then a puppet government official in Lang Ping Town, and his adoptive father was suppressed after liberation.

Brief introduction of the author

Qin Daojian, pen name Xing Mang. Middle school teachers like to talk about the sky, fantasy, reading, classics, confined to the campus, do not forget the joy of the market, and occasionally look up.