My son earns millions a year, lives in a villa in the provincial capital, and my widowed mother in the country dies alone.

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The village in August is extremely hot. A few days ago, the rainstorm lasted for several days, and the pond that was about to dry up was pitted. Slightly low-lying crops are also full of water, and this autumn's harvest seems to be discounted again.

The whole village is hidden deep in the Woods. At the eastern end of the village, there is an old house that has not been lived for a long time. The yard is overgrown with weeds, and the paved concrete floor is covered with moss, revealing the vicissitudes and veins of the years.

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Everyone over 30 in the village remembers that this house once belonged to a woman. In the last few years of her life, because of the growth of age and constant fatigue, she walked unsteadily, which made people feel distressed.

Everyone's life, like rapid raindrops, falls with noise, but it is fleeting. This woman can't stand the urge of time. One summer ten years ago, she left quietly, and clusters of wild chrysanthemums on the grave seemed to tell her sufferings.

1June, 982, this woman is still young. Under the introduction of the older generation at home, she met a young man in the village. There was no such thing as love at that time. After the two sides felt almost the same, everything came naturally. That August, she got married.

On the wedding day, she said goodbye to her parents, and tears could not stop flowing downwards. My mother wiped her tears and told her that today was a big day, and she would walk out of the house with a smile anyway.

On that day, the corn in the field was heading, and she was sitting on a tricycle, filled with endless expectations and fantasies.

/kloc-in the month of 0/983, a baby was born in a township clinic, with a delicate face, black hair and a fleshy mouth. The doctor who delivered her baby told her and her husband that she gave birth to a baby with a handle.

She suddenly forgot all the pain and held her son in her arms with a beaming face.

Time flies like an arrow. In a blink of an eye, his child has walked slowly with his hands on the wall. In his son's mouth, he will shout "Mom, Mom" from time to time.

She found that her son's crying was the most beautiful music in the world. She is ecstatic every time she hears it. She only studied for three years and didn't know what it was, but at this moment, she really felt the warmth, and a delicate call turned into an invisible line, which led to family ties.

Her husband is a skilled carpenter. In her Westinghouse, there are all kinds of planers, Mo Dou, axes, hoes and saws on the ground. Every tool is especially cherished by her husband. He wiped freely like him, flashing black light, like a soldier ready to go, waiting for the call; It is like a sharp arrow on a string, and it seems to have a "squeaking" sound when pulling a bow in the ear.

Husband usually doesn't talk much, but he does things in an orderly way. "Visiting hundreds of families and eating hundreds of meals" is her husband's life track, and he is rarely seen on weekdays. Either make a flatbed for this family, make a shelf for that family, or make furniture for the farmers who are going to marry their daughters.

At that time, there were no electric tools, whether it was sawing, planing, chiseling or smashing, it all depended on strength. Therefore, husbands sometimes stay in a village for several months. Although the income at that time was not much, it was enough for a family of three.

This woman is responsible for raising children at home, and her happiness is reflected in every detail. In her small yard, there are all kinds of flowers. Walking outside her wall, you can hear the laughter of their mother and son at any time.

Her son is very sensible. When other children were still running around the village, her five-year-old son followed him to work in the fields, sometimes helping to fertilize, sometimes helping to sow seeds, and sometimes helping to drive.

My son soon grew up and began to study at school. From primary school to middle school, to high school and then to college, his grades have been excellent. In the year of college entrance examination in 2003, he was admitted to Zhejiang University with high scores.

Looking at his son's angular face, the outline of his chest shows the practicality of young people. She smiled, despite the fact that the temples on her ears had gradually turned into frost-white snow.

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My husband has been busy in various villages, and his hands have been deformed because he has been holding tools for a long time. But for this family, he has no regrets.

When my son was in the second grade of junior high school, her husband suddenly went home and looked haggard. He vomited blood, and the woman panicked. Later, with the help of the villagers, she sent her husband to the hospital. He had terminal lung cancer and died three months later.

Without her husband, her life is miserable. The villagers found that sometimes she would pull weeds in the fields before dawn, especially on busy farming days, and it was common to go home at midnight.

My son, who was studying in the county at that time, only went home once a month. Although he was very sensible and wanted to help, she just let her son study with peace of mind, saying that he would not let him work alone and carry everything down.

For a long time, she often sat alone in front of her husband's grave, whispering something, and no one knew what she was saying. On the way home, her figure looked thin and lonely.

That day, when her son received the notice, she was carried away with excitement. When my son grew up, he finally became a flying bird and finally had his own world. He is about to get rid of the shackles of his family and go out to study.

When the bus started, my son suddenly took out a clock from his bag and put it in her hand. In the lower right corner of the clock, there is a photo, which is the only photo taken by her and her son. It was specially taken in the town when his son was admitted to the county key high school as the first in the town.

The son sitting in the last row kept waving goodbye to her through the glass. She kept smiling.

The bus drifted away, and at that moment, at the moment when she turned around, she suddenly squatted on the ground, unable to hold back the tears in her eyes. It is worthwhile to work hard for so many years.

Her eyes have lost their former brilliance, and even the action of raising my hand to wipe away tears is too subtle. She was afraid that her son would look back and she would be sad. When the train was no longer in sight, she dragged her tired figure and disappeared on her way home. ...

In the next few years, her son's clock became her only companion. Sometimes she will look at the photos above in a daze, and then look at the hands around her, lamenting the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of time.

After graduating from college, my son successfully entered a well-known enterprise. In the fourth year of work, because of my outstanding ability, my annual salary reached one million. His son pays her card regularly. When my son was 29 years old, he found a date. The girl's parents do clothing wholesale in hangzhou sijiqing, and the dowry for her daughter turned out to be a villa.

After the marriage, my son repeatedly proposed to take her to live together, but stubbornly said that he did not agree with anything. She knows that her son's home is clean, so she can't adapt to it, and she doesn't want to bring unnecessary disputes to her son's small home.

When people in the village see her, they will always tell her with envy that you have gone through a lot of difficulties. You are really a blessed man, because your children are so successful, marry such a good wife and give you so much pocket money every month.

She didn't speak, just smiled to hide her frustration. No one noticed that her back looked so lonely in the charming sunshine at dusk.

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After my son joined the work, he bought her a mobile phone when he got his first salary, saying it was convenient to contact. But every time she calls her son and wants to say a few words of concern and consideration to him, he always hangs up in a hurry on the pretext of "being busy". Busy, busy, she thought, when will she really be free?

Looking at the persimmon trees swaying in the wind in the yard, her heart was stirred like waves in the sea. She couldn't help crying at the thought of planting persimmon trees with her son.

She knows in her heart that it is necessary for her son to be busy if he wants to earn more money and live a better life and settle down in paradise on earth. But she was still unhappy, gritted her teeth and seemed determined.

After that, people always see a busy woman, who never seems to be idle. Grandpa Gao in the village followed his son to live in the city, and she also contracted several acres of crops at home.

Perhaps, she wants to pass the lonely time by being busy. Perhaps, she wants to save as much money as possible to reduce the pressure on her son. She is unwilling to spend any money her son gave her.

When she is bored, she always stares at the clock. Only she knows that the Spring Festival is coming and her son will go home, which is one of the few days when she can reunite with her son.

Sometimes she is very anxious and even does some ridiculous things. She will deliberately turn the clock over and over again by hand, thinking that it will turn faster so that her son can come back early. But then she finally realized that no power can change time, so all her thoughts faded into a sigh in the dark night.

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Time passed like water, and finally one day in August, when she was pulling weeds in the field, she plunged into the field. Her son, with his daughter-in-law and children, finally came to her side and lay in bed. She felt indescribable happiness. Looking at her young grandson, she shouted "grandma, grandma" in a tender voice, and she remembered her son's appearance in those days. She finally found her old happiness and comfort again.

On her deathbed, she kept stroking her son's cheek with trembling hands and looked at him carefully, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, trying to find the shadow of that year. Then, with trembling hands, she took out a cloth bag from under the pillow and handed it to her son.

Breathing heavily, she said to her son, here are three bankbooks,1* * * 240,000 yuan and 4,656 yuan in cash. Please put them away. Mom is not short of money. Mom only has one idea, that is, I hope you can go home and spend time with mom. ...

Her voice is extremely weak, but it beats her son's heart like a sledgehammer. Listening to his mother's words, both his son and daughter-in-law burst into tears. They keep blaming themselves for not coming home more often.

Two days later, she left, the yard was full of life, and no one saw her again. At night, the clock beside her bed ticks like in the past, reflecting the sunset light through the window.

My son and daughter-in-law are going back to the city. Before she died, they were cleaning up her belongings. When they saw the clock, the daughter-in-law said, either throw it away, it's so old.

The son took a look and looked up at the persimmon tree outside the window. Suddenly, he was thoughtful. He said to his wife, "That's a token of my mother's missing me. We missed the opportunity to be filial to her. Should we throw away this last idea? " The son said, and conveniently put the clock in the trunk of the car.

The car sped away, the gate of the yard was locked, together with the story of a woman's life.