Mom’s account book original text

Original text of "Mom's Account Book":

It is an open secret that mother has an account book. My mother's account book was left behind by my father. My father was the first junior high school student in Slope Village after the liberation, and he was also the longest-serving village cadre in the village. From the time he graduated from junior high school and served as the village accountant until his death due to overwork, my father served as the village accountant for thirty-five years. The best thing about being an accountant is bookkeeping. In addition to keeping track of the village's accounts, my father also remembered the family's accounts clearly.

When my father was dying, he slowly took out the yellowed bill from under the pillow with his thin hands and carefully handed it to his mother. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something to his mother, but in the end nothing came out. My mother later insisted that she understood what her father meant, and that he wanted her to continue to keep track of the family's accounts and manage the family well. My father hopes that my mother will take care of the family, I believe this. But my mother thinks that my father wants her to keep track of the family's accounts, which I disagree with.

After all, accounting is also a subject. My mother had only attended a private school for a few days and did not know a few Chinese characters. She was responsible for keeping the accounts of the family. Isn’t this a fantasy? Doubts are doubts, but this does not change the wayward mother's decision to take over his father's mantle. So, from then on, every day after dinner, my mother would stay alone in her room and write and draw in the account book left by her father.

Many times, I always try to understand what my mother wrote in that account book, but every time, whenever I talk about the account book, my mother always blushes and talks about him. Sometimes, when I ask an urgent question, my mother will get angry and say: "You think you want to see my jokes because you have read so much? Although I haven't been to school for a few days, but I have studied with your father for so many years, my words are still the same." I can write a few."

My mother talked a lot, and I understood what she meant. She likes to keep accounts, which is the result of her father's influence. How she keeps accounts and what accounts she keeps are her secrets, and I hope we won't ask about them. After graduating from college, I went south to Guangdong to make a living, and soon settled down in Boluo, Guangdong. Only my mother stayed in her hometown all year round. In order to facilitate the care of our mother, my wife and I mobilized her more than once to live with us out of Guangdong, but my mother refused to agree.

We have no choice but to use the holidays as much as possible to go back to our hometown as many times a year as possible. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, my father has passed away thirty years ago, and my mother is over eighty. As time went by, I gradually forgot about my mother’s accounting.

Not long ago, my neighbor Aunt Gui called me from her hometown. As soon as Aunt Gui opened her mouth, she said mysteriously: "Don't you think it's strange? Recently, your mother has been wearing reading glasses and sitting in the courtyard with a notebook and writing and drawing. As long as someone comes near, she will immediately draw the notebook. He put it away and hid it in his pocket. When asked what she was writing, she kept silent. Later, when she was asked urgently, she said that she was keeping accounts, and she said that this account was written for you. Have you ever seen your mother's account book before?"

I was shocked and had to tell the truth: "I have never seen her account book." After hearing what I said, Aunt Gui sighed: "Hey, you said your mother is over eighty and can't read a few words. What kind of accounts will she keep? She has been at home alone for so many years, and all the money she uses is sent by you from outside. Give it to her, she won’t have to worry about food and clothing. What accounts do you think she has to keep? I guess she must be crazy about you.”

Aunt Gui also said a lot, but she didn’t mean anything. And Ming wants me to take the time to go back as soon as possible. On the middle of July, I took my wife and children back to Xichangpo, located in Mibeimiao Township, Xinhuang. As soon as I walked to the door of my house, I saw my mother sitting in the newly renovated house wearing reading glasses and writing something on the yellowed account book. As soon as she saw us, my mother stood up happily to greet us. But just when she reached out to touch her grandson's face, she realized that the account book was still spread out on the table.

She turned around suddenly, and with agility that was rare for an ordinary old man, she put the book into her pocket. "Grandma, what kind of book is that? Can you show it to us?" At my suggestion, the two grandchildren tugged on my mother's sleeves, wanting to take a closer look. The mother was in a dilemma and kept explaining to her two grandchildren that it was an account book and the children couldn't understand it. The two little guys were reluctant to let her go, insisting that they wanted to see what accounts the old man had recorded.

I also took the opportunity to help: "Mom, didn't you always say that children should know how to remember the bitter and think of the sweet? If they want to see it, just show it to them. You can use this account book to educate them. !" After hearing what I said, my mother finally relaxed and said, "Okay, this account book will be passed on to you sooner or later." We surrounded our mother. Mother carefully took out the yellowed notebook from her pocket, looked back at me, and then looked thoughtfully at my wife and two grandchildren. Finally, he carefully handed the book into my hands.

Gently opening the account book, from my father’s neat and clear accounts to the page with my mother’s crooked but beautiful handwriting, our shock became stronger and stronger: in the first account recorded by my mother Most of them were for living expenses such as materials, rice, oil, and salt. For some words that she couldn’t write, my mother used icons to replace them. But later, the accounts kept by my mother completely turned into records of life.

We were surprised to find that there was a countdown chart to the Spring Festival on almost every page, and underneath the icon was a dense record of the time we spent talking to her. In my mother's accounts in recent years, apart from the Spring Festival countdown chart, most of them are the data about relatives, friends and village cadres who come to visit her every year and help her free of charge.

At the back of the account book, there are actually several pages of records similar to the chronology of major events in a history textbook: On a certain day of a certain month, village cadres came to visit her and gave her two thousand yuan in condolences. gold; on a certain day of a certain month, a certain neighbor gave her a bag of rice; on a certain day of a certain month, the cement road reached the door of her house; on a certain day of a certain month, running water racks entered every household; on a certain day of a certain month, sanitation Doctors from the hospital came to provide free physical examinations to the villagers; on a certain day of the month, the government sent people to repair the villagers' houses for free.

Looking at these accounts, I have no reason not to be shocked. Seeing the astonishment on my face, my mother looked up thoughtfully at the green mountains in the distance, and then waved to us with a solemn expression, gesturing for us to get closer to her. "I will pass this account book to you! These years, you are not at home, thanks to so many kind people who have helped and taken care of me! I write this down to remind you: now the policies are good, the social atmosphere is good, and your life is stable If you live a happy life, you must not forget your roots and know how to be grateful."

Before my mother finished speaking, she choked up and huge tears rolled down her grooved cheeks. The yellowed account books bloomed into gorgeous patterns, and my wife and children had mixed feelings. With tears in our eyes, we responded to our mother: "Yes, we must not forget our roots, and we must know how to be grateful!"

After reading "Mother's Ledger":

Reading "Mother's Ledger" today made me happy I burst into tears, an ordinary woman and a stepmother, in order to fulfill her husband's last wish before his death. With the extreme lifestyle of ordinary people, it is also what people often say that nine out of ten stepmothers are bad. She said that she would not support her in vain, and she would record the living expenses and school expenses spent on raising her for more than ten years in a ledger. Just because of these few words from her mother, a daughter who was not her biological child was left with the biggest regret in her life.

My mother is an upright, honest and simple person, but for her husband’s dream and for her daughter to enter college, parents from middle school would make her daughter embarrassed in front of her classmates, to key high schools she would never praise and Encouraged my daughter. Until she entered college, her mother gave the account book to her daughter and told her to go home and pay homage to your father when she had time. My daughter took the account book and said I will pay you back not a cent less.

My daughter has never been home for more than a year since she entered college. Her mother is also sick, and she has never opened her mother's account book. It was only after her brother told her that her mother was gone that she opened the account book, but at this time she regretted it. It turned out that her mother had been paving the way for her life, and she had been living in the circle designed by her stepmother. But looking back, it was a simple mistake.

I think that I focus on the self-sufficient life circle and do not think about external factors. A seemingly simple logic that not everyone understands. In fact, life is constantly drawing circles, including social circles, work circles, and circles of relatives and friends. Many people draw unsuccessful circles because they ignore the outside circles. Therefore, if we want to draw a circle well, we must understand it thoroughly. A real circle includes both inside and outside the circle.