Mother's Chrysanthemum Complex Prose

The mother in my memory has a special liking for chrysanthemums all her life. When I was very young, the chrysanthemum my mother planted in my hometown yard was a big golden chrysanthemum. Many years later, I retired from Xinjiang and returned to my hometown to support the elderly. My mother keeps more than ten kinds of chrysanthemums in the yard. Red, yellow, blue, blue and purple are colorful and beautiful. There are more than ten kinds of chrysanthemums in more than ten colors. When chrysanthemums are in full bloom, they are full of flowers and colorful, which not only attracts bees and butterflies, but also attracts many people who appreciate flowers in the town. Mother walked by his chrysanthemum, always stopped to stare at her flowers, and occasionally touched the flowers and the branches and leaves of blooming flowers with her hands. Facing the chrysanthemum, the mother's eyes become very gentle, like a mother staring at her children, and her eyes are full of love.

Time flies, it has been 19 years since my mother died. And my mother's voice and smile and my mother's chrysanthemum are still very clear in my memory. When I was a child, my yard was very humble. There is a kitchen, a toilet and a big woodpile in the square yard. There are three large water tanks in front of the wall facing the door, one for drinking water and the other two for pickles. There is also a clothesline, which extends from the eaves to the middle of the yard and is tied to a wooden pole. As long as the wind blows, the clothesline will sway with the wind. This is our small courtyard, which is not fresh.

One year, my mother got dozens of chrysanthemums from nowhere. Her chrysanthemums were planted on both sides of the door, leaving a tunnel in the middle. The autumn wind is cool, and the chrysanthemums in the yard have blossomed golden yellow flowers, which makes the simple yard that was originally lifeless very warm. It was the first time I saw chrysanthemums since I was born, and it was also the first time I saw butterflies and bees flying around my yard. During the days when chrysanthemums were in full bloom, I spent a lot less time going out to play. I like to use a plaid coarse cloth on my waist as wings, fly around chrysanthemums and dance with butterflies and bees. At this time, my mother always looks at me and giggles. Father is the backbone of the family. He always goes to work in the fields before dawn and does farm work for several hours before coming home for breakfast. After eating, I smoked two bags of dry cigarettes, had a rest, and went to work in the fields with farm tools. The chrysanthemums in the yard compete with each other, and my father who comes back from busy farming often swats smoke rings at the door, always wandering among the flowers. It was the best time in my memory. Mother always has a smile on her face. She often hears giggles when she speaks, and occasionally sings a few words of Hebei Bangzi in the yard and fields. Mom's voice is very high and clear. Loud, too. As long as she stands at the door and shouts "Little Gui Fang is back for dinner", I can hear her wherever I play in town. My real name is Gui Fang, but my mother always calls me "Little Gui Fang". When I was a child, I was so playful that I forgot to go home for dinner. My mother told me to go home. She sings like a singer, which is very nice. "Small-Guangxi-Fang ..." I remember when the production team concentrated on work, my brother and mother were not at ease at home alone and often took me and my brother to the fields together. I watched my brother under the tree in the field, and the adults were working in the field. Every time, someone will suggest that my mother sing opera jokes.

"Auntie, sing a song."

"Let's have a beautiful case"

"Come to Mu Guiying, aunt."

"Let's borrow a piece of Peking Opera."

"Then sing A Qin Xianglian. Holding hands, the children ran forward ... "Mother cleared her throat and sang generously.

"good!"

"Aunt voice is very bright ..."

My mother is cheerful, loves to talk and laugh, and sings along with her when she rap, without being coy or pretentious. Father is introverted and doesn't like to talk. In the field, when everyone is working, you ask my mother to sing a song, and her mother will straighten up and sing a song. Father didn't say a word and wouldn't stop working, but I could see an imperceptible smile on his face. Hehe, my father will be secretly happy! I remember when my father was alive, as long as the production team concentrated on their work, my mother would sing a joke first, and then several people would continue to sing. You sing a paragraph, I sing a paragraph. Some sing Hebei Bangzi, some sing Peking Opera, and some sing Henan pendant ... It's very lively.

In the late 1950s and early 1960s, recreational activities in rural areas were monotonous, and people had almost no other recreational activities except watching plays or listening to books. There is a theater in the town, which is only more than 30 meters away from my home. Every time the troupe goes to the countryside to perform, the theater is always packed. Mother is an opera fan. Go home to complain after the play and learn to sing. There are two big speakers in front of the theater. One of them is facing my house with a loud voice. Even if you don't go into the theater, you can sit in your own yard and watch the opera. When I was a child, I was addicted to drama.

I heard from my mother that he couldn't read when he first married my father. My father teaches her to read every day. Later, my mother was able to read books, newspapers and plays. However, my mother can only read but not write. She can write her own name. A mother who learns to read plays is like a dream. She can recite all the aria and dialogue of a great play. Over time, my mother knows thousands of new words. Or maybe it's because of the theater. People in the town not only like going to the theatre, but also men, women and children can sing several plays. Even when I was young, a person could sing down more than a dozen small operas. At that time, although the days were poor, my mother was full of joy no matter what she did. Mom is in charge, dad is outside, and my brothers and sisters are all studying at school. The atmosphere at home is warm and harmonious. It seems that every night men come to visit and chat with their father on their pipes. It's more lively during the day. Those bitches either come to our house, or move a Mazar to sew under the old locust tree in front of my yard, gossiping. When chrysanthemums are in full bloom, people will come to the yard to enjoy the flowers. Mother always smiles and seldom loses her temper. It was the happiest time of my childhood in my memory.

One day, my father fell ill when he came back from the field. First diarrhea, then dysentery. I can't believe my father has been ill for eight months. At that time, the eldest brother went to high school in the county, the second brother went to junior high school in the town, and the younger sister went to primary school. I haven't gone to school yet, and I'm watching my little brother crawling all over the floor at home. When my father can't afford to get sick, I can only rely on my mother to be busy at home and in the fields. Mother gets up early and gets greedy for the dark, and after finishing housework, she goes to work in the fields. That year was a three-year natural disaster period, and my family often ate one meal without the next. When my father was sick, he didn't have enough to eat, and he didn't have the money to buy medicine to treat the disease. The four laying hens in the family had already taken them out and changed the medicine for his father. Father finally failed to survive the natural disaster for three years. I watched my father close his eyes forever on the kang.

Father is gone. Leaving our 42-year-old mother and five underage children behind. It is too difficult for a weak woman to live in a small town with five underage children! Mother is both a father and a mother, busy in the fields and at home. After my father died, this family became deserted. No one comes to my house except my relatives. My mother likes talking, laughing, singing and joking. She spends all her time in Lacrimosa. At the same time, the two brothers dropped out of school and went their separate ways to make a living outside. Worried that my one-and-a-half-year-old brother would starve to death, my mother reluctantly gave her brother to her aunt who had never given birth. She and my sister struggled together on the line of life and death. Two years later, we went to Xinjiang to defect to our eldest brother. I haven't seen my mother raise chrysanthemums for many years after my father died.

One autumn, I went back to my hometown to visit my mother. I was caught by colorful chrysanthemums as soon as I entered the yard. Wow, so many chrysanthemums! White, yellow, purple, pink green, pink ... each variety has a different color, so beautiful. My mother proudly said to me, "Isn't it beautiful? You count, there are 12 varieties in total! " 12 Different kinds of chrysanthemums are blooming in the sun, which is really beautiful! To tell the truth, I haven't seen any chrysanthemum exhibitions so far. In my eyes, the chrysanthemums raised by my mother in the small yard are the most beautiful. Not only are there many varieties and colors, but the flowers are also very big. I have only seen chrysanthemums like that in my mother's small garden, black, purple and green.

My mother retired from Xinjiang and returned to her hometown. My second brother demolished my old house and rebuilt three new houses with brick-concrete structure on the old site. The new house faces south, and the yard is covered with blue bricks, which is very clean. The chrysanthemums raised by my mother are potted plants, and the flowerpots are placed on several floors of the blue brick base. A few pots of flowers make the yard look very lively. A jujube tree full of fruits is just right for chrysanthemums. Although the crown of jujube tree is not big, it holds up a shade and coolness. There is a bamboo lounge chair under the jujube tree and a teapot on the wooden chopping board next to it. A banana fan reclined on the couch. The afternoon sun in the yard is warm, and several laying hens are leisurely foraging. ...

Oh, my mother's little life is very comfortable! I like this new home and enjoy the living atmosphere brought by my mother's new home.

I remember that my old house used to face north, and only a small window on the south wall faced the street. The window is so small and high that sunlight can't get into the house at all. There is a big window on the north wall facing the courtyard. When I was a child, I often saw the stars, the moon and the clouds in the sky through the window lattice. In winter, the windows are covered with a thin white paper, and the indoor walls are not painted, so the room is always dark. By contrast, the new house is very bright. The whitewashed white wall and three large glass windows brighten the room. Wake up in the morning, the sun is dazzling. At that time, my income was very low, and I enjoyed family leave every four years. I can only enjoy the hard seat treatment, and I have been reluctant to buy a berth ticket. At that time, the train didn't speed up, and it took four days and four nights to get from Urumqi, Xinjiang to Shijiazhuang. I got off the train and changed to a bus to go to the county seat. Then I had to go to town by bike. I was very tired all the way. I slept soundly in my mother's new home, and the sun was so high when I woke up. I heard someone talking in the yard before I got up. Pushing open the door, I saw five or six people standing in the yard. Seeing me get up, my mother smiled and said, "This girl can really sleep. Wash your face and eat quickly. "

An old man with purple face and gray hair said to me, "Look how well your mother raises chrysanthemums." I come to your house to see chrysanthemums every day. " I feel a little less if I don't come for a day "

It seems that my mother's later life is not lonely at all. These flower watchers are all in their fifties. I was 7 when my father died, and I left my hometown when I was 9. I will return to my hometown in 28 years. If my mother doesn't introduce me, I don't know anyone in my hometown. In my hometown, my father is of great seniority, so I can't just call people I don't know, even those with silver hair and no teeth. Because there have been jokes before. I remember the first time I went home to visit my relatives, a white-haired old man came to see me, and I heard a voice before I came in. "I heard that Neil came back. Let's take a look. " When I saw an old man with white hair, I opened my mouth and shouted "Grandpa". I didn't expect mom and the old man to laugh. I'm confused. The old man said, "In terms of seniority, I should call you aunt." Ha ha laugh ... everyone in the room laughed and made me blush. I will never ask for help again. I always greet my family with a smile, waiting for my mother to tell me who they are, and then call them. Mother's silence means that the five old people who come to enjoy the flowers are junior, and I can call them by their first names.

As soon as I entered the house, I found that my mother's smile overflowing from the bottom of my heart was as bright as a flower. I can feel that this smile is a casual expression of inner happiness. Looking back decades after my father's death, my mother was widowed at the age of 42, both father and mother. Her family was out of food, and her mother took a pair of scissors and went door to door to cut patterns for others, changing some change and leftovers to feed us. Later, she took me and my sister to Shanxi to escape. There's really nothing we can do. I took 15-year-old second brother,1/0-year-old sister and I, 9 years old, not far from Wan Li, and went to Xinjiang to defect to my eldest brother. In the mid-1970s, the two brothers were transferred back to their hometown county to work, and the mother returned to her hometown with her pension. My brother's living conditions in the county are good, but my mother wants to go back to town by herself. People in the town have been farmers for generations. Even if many people have their own shops, there is no pension. When my mother comes home with a pension, she also comes home dressed. The house has a new flip, and there are dozens of yuan in pensions every month. Buy whatever you want, and life is very comfortable. People used to be afraid that there would be too much right and wrong in front of widows. In fact, rural people are too snobbish. Things are different now. During my days at home, many neighbors came to see me every day. Many people come several times a day. From morning till night, people watch flowers constantly and their laughter never stops.

On the day of visiting relatives and friends, it is the crisp autumn season, and some of my mother's chrysanthemums are in bud, magnificent and charming, like the girl in "Seeds of Love" hiding her face and smiling; Some are proudly in full bloom, spitting flowers and scattering petals, like young and beautiful gypsy woman. I found that my mother's eyes were very focused when she looked at chrysanthemums, and her face always showed a sweet happiness. And I often saw this expression when I was a child. After my father died, what I saw most was my mother's tears. However, there is one problem that I can't figure out: Canna, Chinese rose, Chinese rose and other flowers are beautiful, but they are easy to raise and beautiful. Why does mother only raise chrysanthemums?

In order to solve the mystery in my heart, I searched in my childhood memory. Finally, a long-standing picture was unveiled. I remember when I was a child, the New Year pictures bought on the street were posted on other people's walls, and my father's own Chinese paintings-Meiju, Benma Tu and Tiger Tu were posted on my wall. I haven't taken those paintings down since I can remember. Also, my father painted flowers on his furniture. Plum blossoms are painted on lanterns, chrysanthemums are painted on cupboards, there is a big peony flower in the middle of the square table, and there is a man named Qiuhua in every corner. There are not only chrysanthemums but also two butterflies on the top two doors of the wardrobe. Oh, I finally understand that my father is also a flower lover, and he likes Mei Zhu Lan Ju very much. Perhaps it is because there is no condition to raise peony, bamboo and plum blossoms in rural areas, and mother can only raise chrysanthemums; Maybe when my mother saw the chrysanthemum, she made love with things and pinned her deep thoughts on her father. At this point, the speculation about mother raising chrysanthemums in the yard, as well as her gentle eyes and happy smile when looking at flowers, is self-evident.