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Get lost and find your long-lost family.
The next day, we met at the original agreed place. From a distance, a man with messy and gray hair was wearing a yellow washed white shirt and dacron pants, a worn-out bag on his back and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. She is my mother.
I strode over and whispered "Mom".
They got on the bus one by one. The carriage is dull and impetuous, which makes people sleepy. My body leaned against the window, looking at the fast-moving vehicles and the scenery whizzing by without saying a word. At this time, my mood is extremely heavy. I don't know whether I am happy or worried about this trip. I am still so young that the prosperity of the world has fallen before I can experience it. How can I accept it? Thinking about thinking about tears involuntarily spinning in her eyes. Next to the mother can't seem to see through my mind, talking to herself in my ear:
I told you to eat less spicy food, but you didn't listen.
You're really not worried.
You are not as good as your sister. You are a swan and a sparrow.
Mom is still nagging and showing off as usual. Every time I mention my sister, my gloomy face is full of spring breeze. Everyone praises her for her great figure, hard work, sensible and clever, so beautiful and tall. I look sad when people mention me. Poor health since childhood broke her heart. I talked about being naughty as a child, which worried people, and then I talked about not studying hard and making her impatient. Even if I'm not that bad. She will also be bent on depicting us in her own way to set off her sister's perfection. It seems that she always doesn't understand me, keeps buying me clothes and shoes that don't fit me, and she will be furious because of a little thing, which is what I hate most about her. I tried to communicate with her, but my mother always gave me the answer: don't you want to get better every generation? I made it for you. Hehe, stepping on the dignity of others, regardless of the mood of the parties, and satisfying their own vanity can even be said to be so tall. My self-esteem is frustrated, which I regard as a quirk. When I was a child, I just wanted to grow up quickly and escape from this tired home as soon as possible.
When I grow up, I keep in touch with my parents. I have nothing to do with walking into their hearts and sharing the ups and downs of life with them.
At this time, my mother is still chattering in my ear. I am in poor health, and my mood is getting more and more irritable under my mother's chatter. I turned my head and said coldly to my mother who was talking to herself, I want to be quiet. Please shut up. My mother looked at me with a sad face, fell asleep and shook her head in embarrassment.
As the car drove slowly forward, my heart became heavier and heavier. I lowered my head to open my mobile phone, put on my headphones and listened to the wonderful music, and my mood calmed down little by little with the cheerful melody.
Unconsciously, the bus has arrived at its destination. I packed my things as quickly as possible and got off with my mother one after another. With a nervous mood, I groped for my pockets as I walked. It's over. I don't know which link went wrong and lost money. I groped anxiously up and down, but there was no sign of the money. Silly, I stood there at a loss. My mother seemed to see the clue and asked me with a sad face: Have you lost your money? Looking at my mother, I said nothing and nodded in dismay. My mother levied a levy, fumbled in her pocket while nagging, took out a bulging cloth with countless patches on it, and carefully peeled it off layer by layer like an onion. Then she put a big pile of brand-new RMB hands in my palm and solemnly said: Don't be rash this time, it's not easy to make money. Afterwards, I went straight to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I looked at my mother's drifting back and felt unspeakable sadness in my heart.
The hospital was crowded, and I looked at the train-like queue before registration. I showed impatience. My mother came to tell me that you were sick. Find a seat. Mom will help you queue up for registration. Relax. I obeyed, rested under an empty seat in the corner, and watched people face a sea of people, men, women and children. Don't come in a hurry, and don't go one by one. They have different physical problems like me, but the only difference is that when a man is sick, his wife must be with him, while when a woman is sick, she is accompanied by her elderly parents, such as me. From a distance, the mother in the team looked back at me sitting in the seat from time to time, and looked back at me playing while working as a child from time to time. I don't remember how long it took, and finally I hung up.
After hanging up the number, I couldn't wait to run to the floor. After the doctor asked briefly, he paid the fee, checked, paid the fee and checked again. The hospital has four floors, and my incurable diseases are on the top floor. I asked my mother to wait for me in the same place, and my persistent mother insisted on her own opinion. As she said, I have to see with my own eyes that I am safe, so I can rest assured.
In this way, my mother accompanied me through every ward and every corridor. At the end of May and the beginning of June, the weather was dull and hot, and even if there was nothing to do, you could obviously feel the discomfort caused by mania. Mother's white shirt was soaked with sweat, and her spine looked plump. Going up and down the stairs to cook and trivial things make her very tired. But my mother doesn't care at all. After every check-up, my mother will repeat a word with trepidation: How is my daughter? You must be careful. I clearly saw the tears in my mother's eyes during my speech. Perhaps for the mother, every child's illness is enough to make her insomnia. Seeing all this, my heart is not just aching. Did I-did I misunderstand my mother's implication? Mother, perhaps not in disgust, looked down on me. At that time, she may just hate iron not to produce, but I still occupy the most important position in her heart.
After all the tests, I finally came to the final conclusion. I'm just stressed and a little depressed. It doesn't matter if I have more rest. The relieved mother breathed a long sigh of relief, like an overweight stone that made people breathless. After liberation, the nervous nerves were relaxed and the frowning brows were relaxed.
Before I knew it, it was noon. My mother and I went to a small restaurant for dinner. When the waiter took out the menu, my mother hit me and said, one braised pork ribs, one scrambled egg with onion and one side dish. It turns out that my mother always remembers my smell.
I clearly remember that when I was a child, my family was poor, and my mother seldom took me to relatives' homes. My relatives cooked a lot of sumptuous dishes that day, and my mouth was watering when I wandered around the table, especially when my host passed me with that plate of braised pork ribs, and I couldn't wait to gobble it up. On the way home, I was childish and played a joke on marrying my relative's son. It turns out that after so many years, my mother has always kept it in her heart. She has been silently loving me in a corner. Just when I was fascinated, my mother interrupted my thinking. What am I thinking? Eat quickly, and take a taxi home later. After eating a few mouthfuls of rice, my mother and I boarded the return trip.
On the bus, my mother looked at me gently and said carefully, fortunately, your body is fine. Your weak mother knows that you must take good care of your health in the future. I will echo a few words according to my mother's temper. Mother then opened the chatterbox, supplemented the appliances at home, talked about Dad's thinness and laziness in recent years, talked about his sister's recent study, and then talked about her declining physical condition. My mother spoke slowly, and while listening, my heart gradually became sad in generate.
I think: my mother brought me into this world with great pains, raised me carefully and took care of me, but I don't know how to be grateful. After spreading my wings and flying, like a stranger, I turned a deaf ear to my mother, indulging in love and unloving, quirks and verbal errors, but completely rejected all her love and tolerance. Am I who I want to be? No matter how high and how far a bird flies without its mother's feathers, it will understand that you raise me young and I raise you old. My mother, a little knowledgeable, may talk a little more, but her love for me has never changed from beginning to end. Otherwise, she will always come to see me with her little savings, always stay with me, always remember the little things in life, whether she loves to pay too much and is used to it, and occasional accusations and accusations will remind her of new things. Thinking about this pile and scenes makes me feel guilty. At this time, childhood scenes flooded into my mind.
My family was poor when I was a child. I live in the mountains more than ten miles from the town. There are mountains of different heights, clear streams and simple and hardworking people. The traffic on the rugged mountain road is very inconvenient. However, every day at dawn, my mother even coaxed me out of bed. After finishing the complicated housework, she wrapped all kinds of clothes in hemp bags, tied the knot, carried more than ten kilograms of goods on her back, held my baby in her hand, and went to the town to go to the market. Mother is not strong, but she has endless strength. When I was a child, when I was in my mother's arms or holding hands, I often saw the sweat on my mother's forehead, from small to large, slipping down my nose from my forehead. I reached out my little hand and wiped the sweat accumulated on my mother's face, revealing eight beautiful teeth. I said childishly, mom, when I grow up, I will be filial to you and be your good boy. My mother looked at me with a gratified smile and gave me a deep kiss. Scenes of the past reappeared in front of my eyes, and tears welled up in my eyes involuntarily.
Look up at the mother around you. She used to have beautiful black hair. Because of the bitterness of life, she has a lot of white hair, and her face has a few more Cang Sang because of the passage of time. Mom, she is really old. At this time, the only thing I should do is to save my long-lost affection and make up for my mistakes with the rest of my life. Summoning up courage, I hugged my mother gently and said sincerely in my ear: Mom, I love you. My mother trembled slightly and touched my head without saying anything.
The bus has gradually arrived at the station. My mother smiled and asked me on the way out: Are you going back to your husband's house directly or to your mother's house first? I went over to hug my mother's shoulder and said without hesitation, of course, I went back to our home. Mom laughed and said, well, let's go home. Mom will make you good food. When I passed the fruit shop, I walked like a fly and carefully selected many fresh bananas, watermelons and apples ... My mother saw this and asked me why I bought so many fruits. Expensive. I smiled and said: Nothing, if you like, you can eat with an open stomach and I'll buy it for you after eating. The aunt on the side smiled and said to my mother, You are so lucky. Your daughter is not only beautiful, but also so filial. At this time, the mother's mouth involuntarily raised a smile.
About the author: Yao Xin Baby focuses on marriage, affection, love and self-growth. Record people's temperament with bits and pieces of life.
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