Lao She's mother's information

She is an ordinary woman from a peasant family.

She has never done anything earth-shattering in her life, but she silently and tenaciously bears the weight of life in her not vast days. Her hometown is poor. Because they can't afford to raise livestock, women have to work in the fields during the busy farming season. Such a farm life has given her a strong body that can withstand the hardships of life. She gave birth to seven children, but only one girl and two boys grew up. When her husband died young, she shouldered the burden of life and the responsibility of raising children. She used her hard work to give her daughter a slightly better life and the right to receive school education; She even used her words and deeds to educate her children in life and become their real teachers, making them as diligent, honest, firm, not afraid of hardship and helpful as her.

She is Ma Shi, the mother of the famous writer Lao She, a loving, tenacious, hardworking and capable Manchu woman.

Provoke the burden of life alone

This is a long and narrow courtyard, located in the Hutong of Xiaoyangjuan (now Xiaoyangjia) in Peiping (now Beijing). In the yard, there are two jujube trees, several pots of pomegranate and oleander. Every summer, there are flowers and trees everywhere, which adds infinite vitality to the dilapidated small courtyard.

Ma Shi, who is in his forties, works hard in this small yard all day. Her husband was an imperial soldier in the Qing Dynasty. He was wounded and killed in the war against Eight-Nation Alliance's invasion of China in 1900. Lao She was only one and a half years old at that time. After her husband died, Ma managed to make ends meet by mending clothes and doing odd jobs, dragging three unfinished children and taking care of an eccentric elder sister-in-law.

During the day, there are two green clay pots of clothes; At night, it is endless sewing under the oil lamp. For the family's food and clothing, for the children to live a slightly better life. She always sleeps in the middle of the night, gets up at dawn and has no rest all year round. In the hazy memory of Lao She's childhood, her mother's hands were always bright red and slightly swollen. It is these hands that have brought up a woman, two men and three children. The oldest is twelve or thirteen, and the youngest is one and a half years old. It is these hands that keep an increasingly difficult family in order because of her husband's early death. Poor and shabby, but clear and refreshing, always filled with the unique stability and warmth of "home"

Under the influence of Mahalanobis, the children learned to work and earn a living very early, formed the habit of keeping a house diligently, and inherited the noble character of hospitality and tolerance from their mothers.

Teenage boys have started apprenticeships and small businesses; Older girls have already become mothers' helpers, washing, sewing and cutting, and mother and daughter work together; Even Lao She, the youngest child who just learned to walk, has long known to help behind adults. The adults watered the flowers and trees, and he was busy drawing water; The adults swept the floor, and he helped to knead the soil ... Lao She was deeply impressed by the hard life of her childhood and her mother's words and deeds. From adulthood to old age, Lao She kept the habit of childhood. He always cleans the house and waters the flowers himself. Like his mother, the room is clean and spotless. He doesn't pay attention to clothes, but he is neat. Even his manuscripts are always so clear and well-behaved. Ma Shi is a generous and enthusiastic person. He has given everything to help others. The embarrassment of family life cannot change her simple and hospitable nature.

No matter how difficult the guests are, Ma always tries to get something to entertain them. When relatives' neighbors have weddings, funerals and happy events, Ma Shi must congratulate them. The family is poor, and a gift may have only two pennies, but she must put on a clean coat and sincerely congratulate her. All the neighbors, relatives and friends were present. When the horse hears the news, he is always the first to lend a helping hand. She will bathe the baby, shave the baby's head, and wring the young woman's face ... whatever she can do, she will do whatever she wants.

His mother's hospitality, enthusiasm and helpfulness had a great influence on Lao She since childhood. Anyone who has come into contact with Lao She will be moved by his enthusiasm and sincerity towards his friends. It is our Lao She's nature to treat our friends sincerely and give everything for them. This nature comes from my mother's example when she was young. Lao She once said: "Today, my hospitality habits have not completely changed, although life is so hard, because things that I used to get used to since childhood are not easy to get rid of."

Ma Shi is helpful and straightforward. She gave a lot to others and didn't care. She never quarrels with others, preferring to suffer by herself.

At that time, there was a bad-tempered sister-in-law who lived with Ma and her son. She likes smoking opium and playing cards. She often makes trouble without reason and finds fault with her eggs. However, whether before or after her husband died, Ma always took care of her sister-in-law wholeheartedly. Even though she sometimes makes terrible noises, the horse always puts up with it silently and buries her grievances in her heart.

People should live a hard life.

Ma bears hardships and stands hard work, and returns good for evil, but there is no lack of strength in his character.

Her husband died under the fire of Eight-Nation Alliance, and the allied forces entered the capital, looking for new funerals from house to house, with young children and no family life. This continuous blow did not crush Ma Shi. She didn't panic, cry or complain. She was so United that tears flowed into her stomach. She wants to bring up the children, and she wants to live strong in despair. She finally did it: she married her eldest son, married her third daughter and sent her youngest son to school. For the sake of her children's future, she gritted her teeth, worked as a maid for a rich family and worked as a worker in the Fourth Girls' Primary School.

At the end of the year, Ma and her daughter work harder. The poor also want to eat a meaty jiaozi during the Spring Festival, although there are more dishes and less meat.

Whenever Lao She, the youngest son who was not sensible, reported to his mother, a family slaughtered two big fat pigs, and a family invited two "honey sacrifices" to the Buddha. When it is as high as a small tower, the horse always touches his youngest son's head and says, "Our jiaozi has less meat and more vegetables, but it is the best!" Yes, this jiaozi is earned by their own labor and cooked by themselves. How could it not be delicious?

At the end of the year, I handed in my work, and it's time to clean up my home for the New Year. Clean the house and put a new couplet on the niche of the kitchen god. At this time, Ma Zong will find a picture of Wang Xizhi's Love for Goose that he doesn't know where to hide at ordinary times, and will grind the bronze Buddha fragments on the broken table and cupboard door several times. Ma told her daughter with her own actions: Although we are poor, we must work hard! She wants her daughter to know that as long as her hands and feet are not idle, people will not walk into a dead end and will "plop".

Laoshe practiced his mother's life teachings all his life. He has been writing diligently for decades and has never been opportunistic. In order to concentrate on writing, he even resigned from a well-paid university faculty and maintained a very poor life on the basis of remuneration. He insists that writers should be supported by society rather than universities. In his later years, in order to maintain the pure land in his heart and the dignity of his personality, he was even more indomitable, declaring war on ugliness in the most decisive way and fighting ignorance! He remembered his mother's words: people have to live a hard life.

With the help of relatives and friends, Lao She finally finished primary school.

According to the family situation at that time, it was very rare for him to finish primary school. When children graduate from primary school, they have to learn skills and earn a living.

Lao She knew clearly that he knew his mother's difficulties, but his strong thirst for knowledge made him fidgety. Finally, he sneaked into the normal school. Because there, school uniforms, food, books and accommodation are all provided by the school. But when he was admitted to the school, he still hesitated because he had to pay a deposit of ten yuan for admission.

A deposit of ten dollars is simply a huge sum for this family troubled by poverty! But the mother knows the child's wishes. How can she refuse her son's only request? You can't delay your child's future just because your family is poor! Ma promised the child and began to raise this "huge sum".

Half a month later, the ten dollars I worked so hard to raise was given to my beloved son. The mother sent her son to school with tears in her eyes, and there was no more words. But Lao She doesn't know what this ten yuan means to her mother. A mother would rather work hard by herself, as long as her son is promising.

In the past five years, Lao She graduated from Beijing Normal University and was appointed as the principal of Shi Jing Public No.17 Middle School. That night, mother and son didn't sleep a wink. The son looked at his mother who looked tired and old because of hard work, and a thousand words only merged into one sentence: "You can rest later!" " "Mother's answer, only a string of silent tears.

Mother's loneliness

Adult children left their mother to live independently. Finally, the horse was left alone in the family. She understands her children, is still busy with work every day and silently endures loneliness.

It's almost a year since the Spring Festival, and the children haven't come back yet. Ma Shi is still preparing for the Spring Festival. On New Year's Eve, Lao She, the youngest son of a normal school, came back. The horse smiled with relief.

At that time, the national government advocated the use of the Gregorian calendar and prohibited the use of the old calendar for the Spring Festival. Lao She deliberately asked for leave for two hours to comfort her mother. Seeing his mother's wrinkled face brimming with happiness, Lao She couldn't bear to tell her the truth at once.

However, the school has regulations. It's time. I can't bear to tell my mother that I'm going back to school. Ma Shi froze, and her smile froze on her face. After a long time, she sighed. She silently sent her son to the street, took out a handful of peanuts from her pocket, which she specially prepared for her son, and put them in his pocket: "Go, boy, 1". On the street, it was the lively New Year's Eve. Ma stood alone in front of the yard, watching his beloved son walk out of the street and disappear into the night. The cold night wind blew, and she just stood there as if she didn't feel anything.

This scene appeared many times in Lao She's memory. This is just one of countless lonely nights that horses have spent. Clear the stove and cool the stove, the pale face is lonely, and the horse never complains. She just silently misses the children who can't return to her side and silently chews loneliness.

Ma Shi has his moments of sadness. The child's life trajectory is not always according to the mother's wishes. Although mothers can understand, they will always be disappointed and cry.

When Lao She was 23, Ma hoped his son would get married. The old man loves his youngest son and hopes that he will settle down and live a good life. But the son had his own opinion, and he didn't agree, so he asked his sister to intercede for him. The horse was disappointed and sad for a long time, and finally gave up with tears in his eyes.

Later, Lao She left her mother and traveled across the ocean to study in Britain. This is also difficult to understand on Mars, but she still doesn't blame her, just thinking about the wanderers around her day and night and can't let go. On the 70th birthday of the old man, all the children around him came to celebrate his birthday, but after only two sips of wine, he went to bed early alone, because the other child couldn't come, and she was very worried about him.

During the Anti-Japanese War, Lao She retreated to Chongqing in order to avoid the humiliation of the fall, away from his family and mother. 1942, Ma died, and Lao She, who had been in exile for one year, got the news. His grief was unbearable and he could hardly work. After missing her, Lao She decided to write about her mother, her voice and smile, her compassion, love and perseverance, but after only two or three thousand words, her eyes were covered with tears and she could hardly write. This article is "Touching My Mother". Lao she wrote affectionately in the article:

"Life is my mother gave me. I can grow up because of my mother's blood and sweat. I am not a very bad person because of my mother's influence. My personality and habits are inherited from my mother. " "From private schools to primary schools and middle schools, I have experienced at least dozens of teachers, some of whom have a great influence on me, but my real teacher, the teacher who inherits my personality, is my mother. My mother can't read What she gave me was the education of life. "