A touching action (composition)

Crazy Mother

Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village. She was unkempt, giggled when she saw everyone, and urinated in public without hesitation. Therefore, the daughters-in-law in the village often spit at the woman, and some even come forward and kick her, telling her to "go away." But she refused to leave, still wandering around the village with a silly smile.

At that time, my father was 35 years old. He once had his left hand broken by a machine while working in a stone quarry, and because his family was poor, he never had a wife. When grandma saw that the woman still had some good looks, she became interested and decided to take her in as my father's wife. After she "renewed the incense" of my family, she would be kicked out. Although the father was reluctant, looking at the situation at home, he gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending any money.

When my mother gave birth to me, my grandma held me in her arms and said happily with her mouth that had few teeth left: "This crazy woman gave me a grandson with a baby." However, as soon as I was born, my grandma took me away and never let my mother get close.

My mother always wanted to hug me, and she struggled to shout in front of grandma many times: "Here, give me..." Grandma ignored her.

I am so small, like a chubby baby, what if my mother accidentally drops me to the ground? After all, mother is a madman. Whenever my mother asked to hold me, grandma would always stare and scold her: "Don't even think about holding the child, I won't give it to you. If I find you secretly holding him, I will beat you to death. Even if I don't, Even if you die, I will drive you away." Grandma said this without any ambiguity. My mother understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts were extremely engorged, I couldn't take half of my mother's milk. It was my grandma who fed me spoonful by spoonful. Grandma said there was "psychosis" in my mother's milk, and it would be troublesome if it was transmitted to me.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty. Especially after my mother and I were born, the family often couldn’t open the pot. Grandma decided to drive my mother away because she not only ate "idle food" at home, but also caused trouble from time to time. One day, my grandma cooked a big pot of rice, added a big bowl to my mother with her own hands, and said, "Daughter-in-law, this family is too poor, and my mother-in-law is sorry for you. After you finish this bowl of rice, go find a richer family to live." , you are not allowed to come here anymore, huh?" My mother had just put a big ball of rice in her mouth, and she looked very surprised when she heard grandma's "exclusion order", and the ball of rice froze in her mouth. My mother looked at me in grandma's arms and screamed inarticulately: "No, don't..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face and shouted in a majestic paternalistic manner: "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? I won’t be able to eat any good things from you. You have been wandering around for two years. What do you want to do if you leave after eating?” After that, grandma took out a bag from behind the door. The handle of the hoe hit the ground hard like Yu Taijun's dragon-headed staff, making a "dong" sound. My mother was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and then slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on the white rice.

Under grandma’s gaze, my mother suddenly behaved very strangely. She gave half of the rice in the bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked at grandma pitifully.

Grandma was stunned. It turned out that my mother told grandma that she would only eat half a bowl of rice for each meal, and she just asked her not to drive her away. Grandma's heart seemed to have been severely pinched. Grandma was also a woman, and her tough attitude was also an act. Grandma turned her head away, holding back her tears, then straightened her face and said, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, and leave quickly. You will starve to death in my house." Mother seemed to be desperate, even the half bowl of rice was gone. He didn't eat, so he staggered out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time without leaving. Grandma said hard-heartedly: "Go, go, don't look back. There are many rich people in the world!" Instead, my mother came closer and stretched her hands into her mother-in-law's arms. It turned out that my mother wanted to hug me.

Grandma hesitated for a moment, then handed the infant me to my mother. For the first time, my mother held me in her arms and smiled with a smile on her face. Grandma, however, felt like she was facing a formidable enemy, and held her hands under my body, fearing that my mother would get mad and throw me away like trash. Mom held me for less than three minutes, and grandma couldn't wait to snatch me away, then turned around and went into the house and closed the door.

When I realized what was going on, I discovered that except for me, all the other friends had mothers. I asked my father for it and my grandma for it. They said, "Your mother is dead." But my friend told me: "Your mother is a lunatic and was driven away by your grandma.

"I started quarreling with my grandma, asking her to give her back to my mother, calling her "Grandma Wolf", and even spilled the food she served me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy", I just knew that I missed her very much. She, what does she look like? Is she still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother who had been away from home for five years actually came back that day. Go and see, your mother is back, your crazy mother is back. "I was so happy that I ran out, and my father and grandma chased me out. This was the first time I saw my mother since I had memories. She was still in rags, and her hair was a little yellow. God knows, she spent the night in that haystack. My mother didn’t dare to enter the house, but she sat on the stone roller in the rice field in front of the village, facing my house, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched for her son among us. She finally stared at me and called me with a gaping mouth: "Little tree... ball..." Ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand, and stuffed it into my arms in a flattering manner. But I kept moving back. I was disappointed. I didn't expect that the mother who was thinking about it at night would look like this. . A friend was yelling at the side: "Xiaoshu, do you know what a madman looks like now?" That's what your mother is like.

I angrily said to my friend: "She is your mother!" Your mother is the crazy one, that's what your mother is like. "I turned around and ran away. I don't want this crazy bitch anymore. But my grandma and father took my mother in. Back then, after grandma kicked my mother away, her conscience was tortured. As she aged day by day, her heart became more and more painful. I couldn't stand up, so I took the initiative to keep my mother, but my boss was not happy because she lost my face.

I never looked good on my mother, and I never took the initiative to talk to her. I didn't even call her "Mom". The communication between us was mainly based on my yelling. Mom would never dare to talk back.

The family couldn't keep Mom in vain, so Grandma decided to train Mom to do it. When she was working in the fields, grandma would take her out to "observe" her. After a while, grandma thought she had trained her enough, so she asked her to go out alone to cut pig grass. Thinking of it, it only took my mother half an hour to cut two baskets of "pigweed". When grandma saw it, she was anxious and panicked. What she was cutting was the rice that was growing in the field and she called her "crazy woman" angrily. Grain and grass cannot be distinguished..." When grandma was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, the owner of the rice field came and said that grandma had deliberately instigated it. Grandma was so angry that she took out a stick and hit my mother on the lower back in front of others. Said: "I'll beat you to death, you crazy bitch. Get away from me..."

Although my mother was crazy, she still knew the pain. She jumped and dodged her grandma's mallet, saying nothing. They kept wailing "Don't, don't..." Finally, they couldn't stand it and took the initiative to say, "Forget it, we won't pursue it anymore." You have to watch her more strictly from now on." After the storm subsided, my mother lay on the ground sobbing. I said to her contemptuously: "You can't tell the difference between grass and rice, you are really a pig. "As soon as I finished speaking, I received a slap on the back of my head. It was slapped by my grandma. My grandma stared at me and scolded me: "Little bastard, why are you talking? If you keep doing this, she will be your mother too! "I curled my lips disdainfully: "I don't have such a stupid and crazy girl! "Oh, you are getting more and more outrageous." See if I don’t hit you! "Grandma raised her hand again, and then she saw my mother jumping up from the ground like a spring, lying between me and grandma. My mother pointed at her head and shouted, "Hit me, hit me."

< p>I understand, my mother asked grandma to hit her, but not to hit me. Grandma’s hand raised in the air fell down, and she murmured: "This crazy woman knows how to love her children!" "Not long after I went to school, my father was hired by a professional fish farmer from a neighboring village to guard the fish pond. He could earn 50 yuan a month. My mother still went out to work under the leadership of my grandma, mainly hunting pigweed. She didn't cause any big trouble.

I remember that one winter day when I was in the third grade of elementary school, it suddenly started to rain. My grandma asked my mother to give me an umbrella. She probably fell several times and felt like a mud monkey. She stood by the window of the classroom and looked at me with a silly smile, and shouted: "Tree...umbrella..." Some classmates laughed. I was on pins and needles, hating my mother with itching teeth, hating her for being ignorant, and hating her for giving me so much trouble. I was embarrassed, and I hated Fan Jiaxi who took the lead in the heckles. When he was still imitating in an exaggerated way, I grabbed the stationery in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged it, and he rushed forward and pinched me. The two of us started fighting. I was small and no match for him, so I was easily pinned to the ground.

At this time, a long roar of "Ouch" was heard outside the classroom, and my mother ran in like a narrow window, grabbed Fan Jiaxi, and dragged her outside the room. It is said that madmen are very powerful, and it is true. My mother lifted the bully Fan Jiaxi into the air with both hands. He was so frightened that he cried for his father and called his mother, and kicked his chubby calves in the air. His mother ignored him and actually threw him into the pond in front of the school, and then walked away with an indifferent expression.

My mother got into a lot of trouble for me, but she seemed to be fine. In front of me, my mother regained her timid demeanor and looked at me flatteringly. I understand that this is maternal love. Even if she is delirious, maternal love is sober because her son has been bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help shouting: "Mom!" This was the first time I called her since I could speak. My mother was shocked, looked at me for a long time, then blushed like a child, grinned, and smiled silly. That day, we, mother and son, held an umbrella and went home for the first time. I told my grandma about this, and she was so frightened that she fell on the chair and quickly asked someone to call dad back. As soon as my father entered the house, a group of strong men with knives and sticks broke into my house. They smashed the pots and pans indiscriminately. It was like a magnitude 9 earthquake in the house. These were all people invited by Fan Jiaxi's family. Fan's father pointed at his father's nose fiercely and said: "My son went crazy from fright and is now lying in the hospital. If your family doesn't pay 1,000 yuan for medical expenses, I, he Mom burned down your house."

1,000 yuan? Dad only has 50 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly turned red. He stared at my mother with a very terrifying look, quickly took off the belt around his waist with one hand, and beat her head and face. Time after time, my mother was like a panicked mouse, or like a prey that ran into a dead end, jumping and hiding helplessly. The shrill sounds she made and the crisp sound the belt made on her body, I will never forget it in my life. In the end, the director of the police station came and stopped my father's violent hands. The result of the police station's mediation was that both parties suffered losses but did not owe each other anything. Catch whoever is causing trouble! After the gang left, my father looked at the messy pots and pans in the house, and then at his mother who was scarred. He suddenly held her in his arms and cried bitterly, saying, "Crazy bitch, I didn't insist on beating you. If I don't beat you, this matter won't go away. We don't have the money to pay for it. This is all the fault of our poor family!" Dad looked at me again and said, "Shu'er, you must study hard and go to college. No, we will be bullied like this for the rest of our lives!" I nodded sensibly.

In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. Unfortunately, my grandmother, who became ill due to overwork, passed away, and the family's life became even more difficult. The Civil Affairs Bureau of Enshizhou classified my family as a particularly poor family and provided me with a monthly subsidy of 40 yuan. My high school also reduced my tuition and miscellaneous fees appropriately, so I was able to continue studying.

Since I am a resident student and I have to study hard, I rarely go home. My father was still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering food to me fell on my mother. Every time, the aunt next door would always help me prepare pickles and then give them to my mother to deliver. Kui Niang memorized the 20-kilometer Yangchang Mountain Road, rain or shine. It's really a miracle that my mother is not crazy at all in everything she does for her son. I can't explain how this phenomenon should be deciphered medically, other than motherly love.

On April 27, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came. Not only did she bring me vegetables, she also brought a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite, and asked her with a smile: "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from?" My mother said: "I...I picked it..." I didn't expect my mother to pick wild peaches, so I sincerely praised her. She said, "Mom, you are becoming more and more capable." My mother smiled.

Before my mother left, I told her to pay attention to her safety, and my mother responded. Damn it, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, I was in class, and my aunt hurried to school and asked the teacher to call me out of the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if she had brought the food. I said yes, and she went back yesterday. My aunt said, "No, she hasn't come home yet." My heart tightened, could my mother have gone the wrong way? But she has been on this road for three years, so she can't go wrong. My aunt asked, "Didn't your mother say anything?" I said no, and she brought me a dozen wild peaches. My aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, it's broken. Maybe it's the wild peach that's broken." My aunt asked me if I asked for leave. We walked back along the mountain road to look for it. There were indeed a few wild peach trees on the way home. There were a few peaches hanging sparsely on the trees, which were preserved because they grew on the cliff.

We also found a peach tree with broken branches, and under the tree was an abyss of a hundred feet. Auntie looked at me and said, "Let's go to the bottom of the cliff and have a look!" I said, "Auntie, don't scare me..." My aunt couldn't help but said, pulling me towards the valley...

My mother was lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches. She was still holding one tightly in her hand, and the blood on her body had long solidified into a heavy black color. I was so grief-stricken that I hugged my mother tightly and said, "Mom, my poor mother, I regret that I shouldn't have said these peaches are sweet. It was my son who killed you...Mother, you are alive." I haven’t enjoyed a day of happiness..." I put my head on my mother’s cold face and cried so hard that the rocks all over the mountains and plains wept with me...

On August 7, 2003, after my mother was buried On the 100th day of the new year, the gilded admission notice from Hubei University passed through the road my mother walked, passed through the wild peach trees, passed through the rice field in front of the village, and "flew" straight into my door. I inserted this belated letter on my mother's lonely grave: "Mom, my son is ready for retirement. Did you hear that? You can smile now!"