Xiqugou Memory

At night, we look up at the blue sky and the stars shine; Sometimes a meteor will draw a beautiful arc for us. Although the time is short, it can leave a permanent memory in my heart. ...

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I was chatting with a colleague that day, but I didn't know what to say, but I accidentally got involved in "fried rice soup". He said that he didn't know what fried rice soup was, and he had never drunk fried rice soup. I said, then I am much happier than you. When I was a child, my mother often cooked fried rice soup for us.

Fried rice soup is actually a kind of soup rice in which millet is fried in an iron pot until golden, and then boiled with water. Fried rice soup has a fresh fried rice flavor, which can be smelled from a distance. Jiang Mo pieces are often added to keep out the cold, so fried rice soup tastes a little spicy and delicious, and you can chew ginger from time to time, which is delicious!

Drinking fried rice soup is usually in early winter. The weather often changes in winter, and it is common for the temperature to drop suddenly. I remember one afternoon in the early winter of that year, when I was only seven or eight years old. In the second half of the afternoon, the cold current suddenly came unexpectedly, and the wind was strong, blowing the leaves in the field back and forth and spinning on the ground from time to time. The old pagoda tree in the yard is wobbly, twisted, unstable like a drunkard, and keeps making "stubborn" animal calls. ...

We children were playing on the threshing floor, and all of us were still wearing clothes that were not too thick. The strong wind blew us all home. It's very cold!

My family had fried rice soup for dinner that day. To tell the truth, I didn't like the taste of ginger at that time and didn't want to drink it. My sisters all went to drink, and I didn't move. My mother asked me why I didn't drink, and I said I wasn't hungry. After several persuasion, she saw that I didn't want to drink at all, so she picked up the cooking bamboo used to sweep the kang and turned it upside down. She pointed her hand at me and shouted, "Give it to me! Just a bowl of medicine, you have to give me a bowl, don't drink! " Say that finish to kang. At that time, I was so frightened that I just drank a bowl with my eyes closed like Chinese medicine.

The next day, although the wind stopped, the temperature dropped a lot. As usual, I picked up my schoolbag and called my partner Faxian to go to school together. But his mother looked at me through the glass in the window and the upper beam of reading glasses and said, "My family is sick, so I won't go today. Please give him a holiday! " The original temperature plummeted, and the temperature changed suddenly. He has a cold!

After school at noon, I told my mother about it. My mother said, "Do you know? He just doesn't drink fried rice soup. You deserve to be (thought) hurt by your mother! "

Later I learned that fried rice soup is not only fragrant, but more importantly, drinking it can keep us warm and adapt to the changing climate. So whenever the temperature drops suddenly, my family must drink fried rice soup, and I have since fallen in love with fried rice soup.

Sometimes I think, where did my mother learn so much?

My mother's life is very hard. She lost her mother when she was five years old, and she also had a sister who was over two years old. My grandfather, single, has to take care of two children, and the hardships of life can be imagined.

In order to make a living, grandpa took my mother and her two sisters to Beijing to make a living. Grandpa is pushing a trolley to sell briquettes to others along the street. There are two children in the trolley. At that time, there were so many traffickers in Beijing that Grandpa should be careful! It was dark and three people lived in a small room. Life is hard, but I can barely make ends meet.

After a while, the old landlord saw that my mother was smart, lively and lovely, and she was also nice, so she told my grandfather to adopt her. Grandpa also thought it would be nice to have a baby, so he promised to give an answer tomorrow. In the evening, grandpa told this story to his mother, but her mother burst into tears: "Dad, I will accompany you no matter how hard it is." Don't let me leave you ... I'm useful, I'll pull a rickshaw for you! Ah, dad ... "My mother's words made my grandfather burst into tears, and the family of three wept bitterly. ...

Grandpa is reluctant to give up this sensible daughter, thinking it is too cruel to do so. The next day, he begged for wages, settled accounts with the landlord and fled back to Zhang De, now Anyang.

"The children of poor families are in charge early", which is the most suitable sentence for my mother. Poor life situation is like a demon, holding a whip high and forcing you to mature. There is a tendency of "go with it and survive, go against it and die"! At the same time, like an elder, give everyone equal opportunities and let you rely on your own wisdom to be happy.

My mother is very clever. At the age of eight, she was able to do housework, wash and cook for her grandfather, and take care of her younger sister. Moreover, whatever she wants to learn, as long as she reads it, she will keep it in mind, and she can make small improvements on the original basis. This alone really impressed the villagers' aunts and grandfathers.

She/kloc-married my family at the age of 0/8, and gave birth to my sister at the age of 0/9. A year later, she took her sister to travel around with her father to make a living, and later followed her father to Liuhe Gou Coal Mine in Hebei.

Father is a bicycle mechanic. At that time, the repairman was a real repairman, focusing on repairs, unlike the parts that are easy to change now. At that time, the front fork was broken and needed to be welded, and the car beam was broken and needed to be connected. At that time, there were no advanced tools such as gas welding and electric welding, only a small stove, a bellows and some necessary materials. When welding, put the place to be welded in the furnace to burn. When the temperature is over, add borax, light brass and fire, clean and correct it, and then put it back on the bike. This series of movements not only needs quick hands and quick eyes, but more importantly, it is necessary to master the heat. If it is early, copper can't get into the weld and can't be welded. If it is late, it will burn the weldment through to others. At that time, not only will you not be able to make money, but you will also have to compensate others. That will be a catastrophe. Other car shops generally need to hire a man to do it, and it takes a long time to be competent. My father never used it, because my mother learned it in a few days. She played the bellows to watch the fire and became my father's veritable good helper. This alone makes my father admire.

After the public-private partnership, my father actively responded to the call of the government and joined the cooperative. Together with 22 other private individuals, he founded the Guantai Machinery Factory, which was responsible for repairing and manufacturing farm tools and some daily necessities. Machinery factory should have lathes, drilling machines, grinders and other necessary equipment, and these equipment need power to support. At that time, instead of having electricity now, we just installed an electric motor, but used a steam engine left over from the Japanese puppet regime. Because the steam engine "jumps and jumps" when it works, people are used to calling it "bone twisting machine".

The "bone implanter" is about two meters long, one and a half meters high and one meter wide. There is a big wheel with a diameter of 60-70 cm, a width of about 10 cm and a thickness of about 5 cm on the left and right sides, and there is a pulley on one side of the wheel, which is the "power take-off wheel".

The lower part of the steam engine is actually a small boiler and gas storage bag. After the steam reaches a certain pressure, it rotates in a certain direction artificially (because it can rotate in both directions, there is no fixed direction), and then slowly opens the steam valve, and the steam is distributed according to a certain rule through the intake and exhaust valves on the cylinder head of the "bone compressor". Finally, let the steam engine "soar" and rotate to generate power.

The power generated by the "bone implanter" is transmitted by the power output wheel on the impeller to the winch in the workshop through a pair of long parallel transmission belts, and then transmitted to various equipment by the winch. Each power interface has two wheels, a live wheel and a dead wheel. The movable wheel is neutral and will not follow the celestial axis, so that there will be no great resistance to the start of the steam engine, and secondly, the shutdown of one equipment will not affect the normal operation of other equipment. When using power, just turn the belt from the movable wheel to the dead wheel, and the power will be transmitted.

It may seem like a joke to say this now, but in the 1950 s, it was very advanced for a town to have a "bone implant machine".

At that time, there was a special shortage of skilled workers, and the stoker of the "boning machine" was even harder to find. My mother volunteered to burn the bone machine. She accomplished the fireman's mission well, so she was praised by the factory director, which made the whole machinery factory full of praise.

In the early 1960s, some people said that Yuecheng Reservoir would be built. At that time, the villages and towns will be the future reservoir areas, and all the people in the towns will emigrate to the barren hills in the south. At the same time, the government also encourages people in the reservoir area to move back to their original places, which can alleviate some pressure. My mother said that our hometown is known as "winding path leading to a secluded place, with both drought and flood, with canals in drought and ditches in flood". Why don't we move back to our original place? At mother's insistence, father had to agree. About 196 1 year, except my father, all my family worked in a machinery factory, and the rest moved back to their hometown in Qugou from Hebei.

My mother is tall, about 1.68 meters, with a slightly dark face, not too dark, dark hair and simple hairstyle. Because she can cut it herself, the clothes she wears fit well and are clean, so the clothes she wears are always neat.

My mother can ride a bike. The frame was welded by my father himself with water pipes. The curved beam is actually a Kunming car. Although it is not a real card, it is also a rarity in the fifties and sixties! My mother wears neat clothes and visits relatives by bike. It was a beautiful scene at that time, which was really enviable.

In the eyes of neighbors, my mother is unsmiling, doesn't look very enthusiastic, and doesn't pretend to kiss. This offended many people.

My family has eight sisters, two sons and six daughters. There are many prostitutes, which is a good sign of prosperity in the eyes of rural people. Therefore, many mothers of only daughters want to make profits for their babies, find foster mothers and adopt mothers. They also know my mother's temper, so they ask relatives, find friends and try to be accommodating. Who knows that my mother has always refused with a straight face, and the words are now, and there is no room for discussion. Since she has her own story, she naturally has her own reason. She said: "My family has many children, and my own children are too busy. How can I have time to kiss the children outside? Think about it, is it possible? This is one of them. Secondly, I won't pretend to kiss modestly, and I won't pretend. Besides, how tired is it to learn sales now? Third, I have a bad temper and like to make a hullabaloo about. If I have offended anything, my two children will be unhappy, and I will turn my face again for this matter. Which is my son and which is my son? Think about it. I said that it is better to stop now than to be unhappy in the future, which is good for both families. What do you say? " At this point, people can't go on. But some people understand, others don't, so they are sinners. After listening to the cynicism that "people are too high to climb", my mother never explained it, but just laughed it off.

* * * Everyone knows that Niang is actually very enthusiastic and warm-hearted, especially those skillful hands. I have to admire her. Cutting and sewing clothes is a piece of cake, she takes everything; For Ann, knitting is a piece of cake. She helps whenever she is busy. Although it is necessary to tie a knot and hat, it is also responsive.

When I was a child, I made a new pair of shorts. My mother didn't use elastic rope for me, but flower rope. (About three or four millimeters in diameter. ) Every time I tie my trousers, I always leave one. How to leave this plate? My mother tied a knot for me. I couldn't describe the details of this boy's knot, but later I recognized him, just like those dude around his waist in the TV series in the background of the late Qing Dynasty. It's especially fun to walk in your hand. When the children next door saw it, they imitated it and asked my mother for help. My mother is also satisfied one by one.

In the 1960 s, ordinary people were poor, unlike children wrapped in windbreakers and down. At that time, it would be nice to make a rabbit's head hat for children. When my sisters were young (all their lives), they were all tied up by my mother with a lamb belly towel with flowers. It's fashionable, just like the one worn on Xiyangyang's head now. It's very nice. Others are very envious, and they come to ask for the help of towels. My mother is also very open to everyone, and soon tied them up and made them very satisfied, which won a lot of praise.

Saying that she is unsmiling does not mean that she is not good at words. On the contrary, what she said was what she did, and what she said was in place. Unlike other aunts' parents, she talks about big things. What "don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you", what "don't hit the dog in the hall", and so on, she came with her mouth open. My grandfather is a famous old feudal in the village. He read a lot of ancient books and spoke with great depth. What my mother did really made my grandfather king kong-I don't know. He wondered: how can a country woman who has never been to school know so much truth? Later, I learned that my grandfather often taught me to read Confucian classics, such as Three Amethyst, Disciples' Rules, Hundred Family Names and The Analects of Confucius. In order for me to fully understand them, I have to disassemble some small allusions in some places, such as "Meng Mu's Three Movements", "Wuzi's Entrance Examination" and "Confucius's Travel Around the World", especially so. Grandpa speaks loudly, loudly and quietly. My mother listens to her works carefully and remembers them firmly. She can not only remember it, but also apply it to real life, especially in educating children. This surprised my grandfather and called my mother an "illiterate talented woman". "An illiterate talented woman" may be the best recognition for my mother.

My mother is a theist. She knows all the gods and places like the back of her hand, and she is very devout in worship.

I remember a year later, it was beginning of spring, and it was very cold on the first day of the New Year. On the other hand, my mother left the door wide open and the curtains at the back were open. When the door was closed in cold weather (air door, the kind with glass on it), my mother screamed at the top of her voice and scolded me: "Why did God come to our house after closing the door?" Open it now? "So, although I was" ha ha "cold, I still had to open the door. After the door was opened, I looked north. In the dark night, the candles and lights on the stage on the east side of the North House complement each other, like the stars in the sky. When the breeze blows, I will blink from time to time. From far to near, you can see the rooftop terrace, the second door, and then to my dock. Altars are dotted around the room, and the sparks of lights outline a faintly visible passage. It is very beautiful. My mother said that this was to show the way to the immortals, and that the reason why I didn't speak loudly at night was because I was afraid of disturbing the immortals!

My mother is not only a theist, but also a model who believes in numerology.

Not long after I came back from the mining area, my mother was seriously ill and her neck was swollen and thick. At that time, it was called big neck disease (it was later learned that it was caused by iodine deficiency), which was very scary. Despite many treatments, it still hasn't improved. Helpless, the family invited a fortune teller. The fortune teller asked about the zodiac at home, counted his fingers, and then solemnly said, "Since ancient times, white horses have been afraid of green cows, and mice and sheep have met like arrows." "The mother is a mouse, and the child is a sheep. They are contradictory and sick." My mother asked, what's the problem? Mr. Wang said that only by separating can we get better and live in peace. In this way, I was recognized by a family named Wen in Hebei. At that time, it was agreed that in the future, there will be a boy in the third child, and the child will be given to you. If there is no child, it will be your adopted son. Despite this agreement, I still think her heart is a little cruel.

Anyway, after a period of careful treatment, I don't know if it was because I was sent out of the house or because she ate more kelp to supplement iodine (it is said that kelp contains more iodine). In short, my mother's illness finally recovered, and she gradually recovered in this trance.

Later, I learned that in her view, both sides of the opponent will be "weaker and stronger." Later, in 2000, I had a cerebral infarction and my limbs didn't work. Someone told her that my mother insisted on not visiting, only that she was at home (burning incense and worshiping Buddha) and had never met. This is probably a proof that Niang believes in numerology!

My mother not only believes in God and numerology, but also is stubborn.

I remember once, behind my house, there was a coal fire platform in Westinghouse. Because of the high demand for work, she specially invited an old craftsman from the village.

The craftsman surnamed Li is probably afraid of poverty. His parents named him Man Cang, which means there is no shortage of food. At that time, Man Cang was in his fifties, with a Chinese face, a black face and a pair of big eyes flickering, which made him look particularly energetic. He is the earliest and best in this line, and the masons in the village are all his apprentices. Probably because he bends over to work all the year round. He can't keep his back straight. He is the "first knife" and his salary is one and a half times that of others. My mother invited him because she thought he was very careful and true.

Man Cang went to work in the morning, and his mother said, people are usually fourteen floors, so you can give me sixteen floors.

Man Cang said: "Although you are tall, the fifteenth floor is enough!"

My mother said, "No need to introduce me, just give me the sixteenth floor."

It's getting dark and the coal fire table is ready. My mother went to the house and saw that there were only fifteen floors and left without saying a word.

At dinner in the evening, my mother just didn't mention the salary, so Man Cang had to ask for it.

My mother said, "Uncle Man Cang, I wanted the sixteenth floor, but you booked the fifteenth floor. Let's talk about adding layers tomorrow! " Man Cang suck up make clicks, said nothing. The next day, while he was working, he muttered, "I can't stop working. It's no use being exhausted!" " "

My mother is not only diligent, but also clever. This cleverness and wit is manifested in her skills in dealing with housework and in her handling of people.

The housework is endless, and there are many brothers and sisters. Generally, there are many children, and the children are sloppy when they come out. Some even have big spots (exposed cotton), oil collars, cuffs and noses, and rice residue on their chests. But my brothers and sisters are clean and tidy, which makes people look impressive. This is mainly due to my mother's diligence and wisdom.

Everyone in my sister's collar and cuffs has a protective layer, just like the quilt head now. As soon as my mother got dirty, she ordered us to go to bed early. At this time, she will remove the protective layer of our collars and cuffs, wash them, bake them on the coal stove, then turn off the lights and go to bed quickly. Because it was the peak power consumption just after dinner, the voltage was not enough, and the light bulb was as red as an oil lamp. By midnight, everyone was asleep and the voltage was high. At this time, the light bulb with the same wattage is as bright as a snow egg, and the light is dazzling. At this time, the protective layers of our collars and cuffs have just been baked. She got up, finished the work carefully, and then dressed us. When we got up early the next day, we unconsciously put on "new clothes". It sounds simple, but it won't be simple after decades!

Smart people think carefully and do things skillfully.

The coal fire in my house is different. No matter which coal fire, there is a small hole on the right and a brick on the mouth. There are two depressions in the middle of the brick, which can be just grasped by hand, which is the sealing of the small hole.

In the evening, my mother told us to put the remaining sweet potatoes, steamed bread and other things into the small hole and then plug it up. The next morning, dried sweet potatoes will become like chestnuts and will be crushed when eaten. Noodles will become like beef tendon on the outside and soft candy on the inside, which is especially delicious. But steamed bread will turn into burnt steamed bread pieces, which are sweet and delicious, and really make people greedy.

Some people come to our house to get scriptures, but they don't work well and are often burned. They went to ask my mother why, and my mother smiled. It turns out that putting things in holes is also skillful. Don't go near the stove, be sure to leave a gap in the middle. I can understand the truth as soon as I say it, but not everyone can do it!

My mother is very strong and dedicated to her work. Sometimes she forgets time, and sometimes she forgets things.

1June 963 19, the lunar calendar, I remember it very clearly. At that time, I was in the first grade in the primary school at the west end of the back street of my village. It rained heavily for seven days and nights in those days, and the depth of the street was ankle-deep. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, we are having a class. The teacher suddenly received a notice from the village and the school was dissolved immediately. Students are not allowed to go home by themselves, and parents must pick them up in person. They also said that they were informed by the village. At that time, there was no broadcast, and all the village cadres were walking up and down the street with gongs in their hands, knocking and shouting. This is probably the most primitive and the most widely known. )

After a while, parents began to pick up their children in the classroom, and I kept looking out along the door. At this time, how much I look forward to seeing my mother!

Soon, most of the students were picked up by their parents, leaving only me, a pair of uncles, brothers and sisters in my East Hospital, and three children in the classroom. After a while, their adults also came to meet them, leaving me alone. There must be a reason for the sudden decision in the village. What could it be? All my friends are gone. What should I do? Suddenly, loneliness, disappointment and fear enveloped my mind. I used my quick wits to say, "Grandpa, shall I go with you?" The teacher also said, "Take him with you on the road!" "In this way, he held his daughter in one hand and his nephew in the other. I carried his clothes and waded back to my home in ankle-deep water.

My home is in the north of Xitou Road, Qiancun Street. There is an aisle in the east of Nanwu, and there is a well behind Nanwu. The south house is called the south house, but it is actually a straw shed. My grandfather and I live there, and we also put some miscellaneous things in it. There is a second door in the yard. There is a north house on the second door, with two east-west three-bedroom apartments. The north room is the main room, which is one more step than the three steps of the two-bedroom apartment. A step is about a foot high, which means four steps. There are two doors in the north house, the middle of which is called the hall, which leads directly to the hall in the back yard, and there is another north house further north. That's the hall, which is the "nine-door photo" of my village celebrity Tang Jia. After the land reform, the house was divided into different families, and only the front door was left for the photo door, which became a single family instead of a hall.

Walking into the yard, I saw my mother spinning hemp under the awning in Nanwu. I said with a sad face, "Mom, you don't want me?" My mother put me in her arms and murmured, "My mother only said it was spinning hemp on a cloudy day and forgot about it!"

The water in the yard is getting deeper and deeper, and it is about to overflow into the straw shed. My mother took me and said, "Come on, let's hurry back to the house." When we arrived at Westinghouse, where we lived, it kept raining and the water seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. My mother immediately realized that the river was going to rise!

While speaking, the water rose faster and faster, and it was about to flow into the house. My mother shouted, get the pillow quickly! My sister and I quickly went to the kang to get two long pillows for three people and quickly blocked them under the door. The door was finally blocked, but I looked back and found that the house was bubbling up from the mouse hole, like a pot rolling. Seeing this, my mother picked up my little sister and walked into waist-high water. As she walked, she said, "Don't move!" My mother carried the child to the back of the north room and took my sister and me back to the north room.

Almost everyone realized that the river was going to rise, and all the men, women and children in the yard gathered in the north room. I stood in the north room and looked south. I saw that the flood in the yard was 1.45 meters deep and was covered by microwaves from time to time. In the distance, my south grass shed swayed helplessly from side to side alone in the water, which was very sad. Suddenly, with a "poof", the south straw shed took a puff of white gas and was forcibly swept away by the flood in the blink of an eye! After the hut collapsed, I saw the flood rolling from west to east in the street. Pigs and sheep that had no time to hide screamed in the flood, but they were helplessly wrapped in the flood and drifted eastward. ......

The fierce flood raged for about an hour. It was about after six o'clock, and I fell down slowly and reluctantly. It is said that the flood was caused by the planned flood discharge of Zhangwu Reservoir. In addition, because there is only one bridge opening on the Nanhe Bridge at the eastern end of my village, the bridge deck is relatively high, and it happened that a pile of wheat floated from nowhere by the flood, blocking a bridge opening, and the water level rose, which caused this breach. The Nanhe Bridge, which was built later, has a very low deck, and adopted the form of "flood", which is to accept this painful lesson.

I remember that on the day when the river rose, gongs rang again in the street, saying that the water will be even bigger tomorrow, much bigger than today, and all the villagers should evacuate before dawn.

We began to prepare dry food, and we will flee to the west tomorrow because of the high terrain in the west. However, the coal fire for cooking went out and there was no dry wood for the fire. Although foreign oil (kerosene) was poured on the firewood, it was helpless to burn the firewood, which made the room smell of smoke. Later, my mother removed a mattress, dipped the cotton wool in foreign oil and got something to eat.

The next day. At dawn, we in m-girls embarked on the road to escape from the flood. At that time, it was still a gravel road from Anyang to Shui Ye. My mother and my sister walked in front, and my sister and I followed closely. The road was bustling and there was no sound of the child crying. I was wearing my grandfather's only rubber shoes of size four or three, and Tratra drove the adults forward for fear of being washed away by the flood. After walking for about an hour, we stopped at the edge of Nanguxian Village, where everything was fine. At this time, I felt unbearable pain in my right foot. When my mother saw it, I didn't know when I fell into the stone in my shoe and broke my foot. My mother said, why didn't you say so earlier? I cried with a wow. Mom said, look how strong the child's desire for survival is! In the afternoon, the village sent someone to inform us to go home, saying that the original flood discharge plan had been cancelled, and the villagers' original tight strings had finally loosened.

When I got home, I found that the deep silt left in the street yard had blocked the original drainage channel when the flood receded ... This river flood not only caused us huge losses, but also cast a shadow over our hearts, which still lingers.

1975 One day in the early winter, my sister went to Nanhe to wash clothes with her younger brother who was under three years old. 1963 After the river rose, with the support of the higher government, the village built a new bridge about 300 meters upstream of the old bridge and about 30 meters away from the sluice. In order to facilitate ordinary people to wash clothes, stones about two feet wide are specially paved on both sides of the upstream of the bridge. My sister washes clothes by the river, and my brother plays by the side.

Suddenly, my brother accidentally fell into the river, and the rushing river rushed him downstream to the gate several meters high. ...

My sister shouted, "Help, help …".

At this time, a man named Niu Er passed by pushing a cart of firewood in the backstreet. Hearing the shouts, he jumped into the water in desperation and saved my brother on the shore with one hand. My sister is afraid of being beaten. She just said that she was wet and hid the truth. It took my mother a long time to hear that Niu Er saved my brother, so she immediately bought a gift and rushed to someone else's house to thank her in person. She came back and said to us, "Kindness is the reward of a hypocrite, but gratitude is not the reward of a real villain." Remember, we should thank everyone who is kind to us. This is the basic principle of being a man! Since then, the relationship between the two families has become closer and closer.

In a blink of an eye, my brother is getting married. When you come back from the wedding, you must worship heaven and earth. After worshipping the heavens and the earth, I opened a banquet, and then I began to kowtow. There is an order of kowtowing, which is called "first inside and then outside, first big and then small", and it is carried out one by one according to the list listed by the victims in advance. Say it's kowtowing, but actually it's just a nod and a formality. However, people who accept the wedding ceremony have to pay money to worship, so they are very concerned about their ranking in the rankings, because the ranking reflects the closeness and seniority of the relationship, and the victims will be laughed at for improper arrangements. Not only that, some people who are usually alienated from contradictions will also take the opportunity to find fault, sometimes making the victims lose face. Therefore, a seemingly simple kowtow list hides mystery.

On that day, the master of ceremonies proceeded one by one according to the list drawn up by my mother in advance. Niu Er's daughter-in-law stood up straight like everyone else and listened. I finished reading it, but the name of Niu Er family hasn't appeared yet, so my face is unhappy. At this time, my mother stood in front of the son of God and said to everyone, "Wait a minute!" " "Then he said to Niu Er's daughter-in-law," Come on, damn it, stand in the front. " Then he said to his son and new wife, "This head is really awkward. This is the head that saved lives in those years! " So, the newlyweds respectfully kowtowed to the savior. ...

Everyone present was moved by it, saying that my mother did a good job and had a high level. After that, mother smiled humorously at Niu Er's daughter-in-law and said, "Haven't you heard? Dinner is a good meal, and the head is real! I forget who it is, and I can't forget you! " Her words made everyone present laugh!

Speaking of my mother, there are really too many stories. My mother's bad karma is unyielding, but she is smart but not publicity; What she does is not an earth-shattering event, but a very ordinary little thing, but she can persist, persist and do it in obscurity!

She said that she was not born smart, but good at thinking, working hard and thinking; She often says that there are four people in this world, one doesn't need to teach, the other teaches with his mouth, and the third teaches with a stick, so the last one is the most stupid person who can't teach with a stick!

An autumn rain and a cold. It's going to be cold again in a blink of an eye, but we can't drink my mother's fried rice soup anymore. This year1October 20th is the fifth anniversary of her old man's death. Although she didn't leave us rich wealth, she left us precious spiritual wealth with her hard work all her life, especially the beautiful arc she drew all her life, which will remain in our hearts forever. (End) Deadline: September 20 13 18, August 14th of the lunar calendar,

20 18125 October, re-published, with some text modified.

The author introduces Lao Jiang, male, from Qugou Town, Yindu District, Anyang City. Member of the Democratic National Construction Association, keen on online media, published many articles. His main works include Xiqugou, a famous village in Anyang, Anecdotes and Miscellaneous Notes of Xiqugou, White Horse Urine in Shiyan and My Kerosene Lamp. He is one of the founders of sharing prose and poetry painting.