Mom's prose about the old house

Time is like a flowing river, which keeps running day and night, and will not stop because of anyone's sadness, nor will it stop its hasty steps because of anyone's retention. Unconsciously, my mother has left me for a year. During this year, I missed her all the time. I had her in my dream, and she was outside my dream. Sometimes she wakes me up at night, and when I wake up, I burst into tears.

It will be her anniversary soon. My heart has been pulled up again, and I want to go back to my old house. The old house has been empty since my mother left. Whenever I pass it, I always choke up and tears blur my vision. At that time, I will turn my head away, but there always seems to be a thin figure, no matter day or night; It's windy and rainy, always waving to me. Smile and say, you're back! It is so familiar and so far away.

So I seldom walk in front of the old house. But the memory will not be indifferent because of my deliberate forgetting, and that string of memories will always be squeezed out from the door of the old house.

After the battle of life and death, my father still failed to defeat death. In our crying and sadness, he went to heaven with our heartache, satisfaction and disappointment, leaving us and our mother with long sadness. Because it was the end of the year and the weather was cold, I was afraid that my father's unit would not agree to the burial, so I hurriedly gave my father a funeral. It was already evening after the burial. It began to snow, and our sisters felt happy and sad at the same time. Even God will mourn for our father. Is there any reason not to be sad?

Only then did we have time to pay attention to our mother. No one knows whether her mother ate or not, but she kept by the fire and said nothing. Now any language is so pale and powerless to her. We all discussed it secretly, but we have to be mourned for three days! So everyone decided to stay and spend more time with mom. After dinner, we tried to talk to our mother in turn. Let her not feel lonely. When she sleeps at night, the problem comes out. How to sleep? Many people and small places! Dad used to sleep alone, but I always slept with my mother. There are many people now, which is obviously not enough. Big sister, second sister, third sister, brother and me. Two beds is definitely not enough. I began to distribute, and my brother dared to sleep with his mother in his father's bed, eldest sister, second sister and third sister. Squeeze the big bed and I'll sleep on the sofa. Third sister disagreed and said, "Little sister's sofa is cold, so you and big sister can squeeze into a big bed." I said, "Aren't you afraid of the cold? I like sleeping on the sofa. " Third Sister said, "I am older than you, so I won't be cold. Besides, you have taken care of your father for so long, have a rest. " Elder sister, second sister also clamored to change it for me. But I strongly disagree, thinking that everyone has worked hard during this time, and I have been living in an old house as a semi-owner. How can you wronged your sisters? After the fight, I slept on the sofa. But in my heart, one warm current after another is pounding my tears. Turn around. I tried not to let them go out. My mother also took a quilt and silently covered it for me. In the quilt, I burst into tears. These are my sisters. Bring love from childhood to my sisters. In tears, I seem to have returned to the dark old house. Father, mother, brother. My elder sister put on my shoes, my second sister cooked for me, my third sister helped me with my homework, and my brother took my hand to prevent me from falling. In the evening, we were together in a small bed. Bits of memories, dripping tears, warmed the night. I pray that the night doesn't go too fast, don't go in a hurry like my father, and let this night remember the memory of this moment. Let the old house freeze the eternity of this moment!

In three days, all my sisters will go home. Because there is still a mother, the old house will continue to undertake its mission and undertake the mother's food, clothing, housing and transportation. I also have nowhere to go because of family changes, and considering my mother's loneliness and need to be taken care of, I stayed with her and continued to write the sequel to The Old House.

two

Spring has come, and my mother's mood has gradually improved. Mother bought a lot of flowerpots, then sprinkled unknown seeds in them, loosened the soil and buried them. I don't like growing flowers, and I don't care. My mother is very busy alone.

Without my father's care, watching my mother get better and better, I think I can't rest on my laurels! I have the idea of finding a job. First, it can relieve mental stress. Secondly, it can also supplement expenses. After consulting my mother, I got a job. Work is often a day shift, which takes up most of my time and has no time to take care of my mother. But my mother is responsible for cooking three meals a day. Every morning, I always sleep until my mother wakes me up. After washing, I can sit at the dining table and enjoy my mother's breakfast. Whenever my mother puts the rice in front of me and shakes it away, my eyes always get wet. Sometimes I hug my mother and say, "Mom, you are my baby. Because of you, I am the treasure, and I will be a child with a mother. "

Mom will be embarrassed to say, "I'm not your treasure, always dragging you down and letting you take care of me." At this time, I will treat it like a baby: "You are our baby, with you, we have a home;" With you, we are happy babies; With you, I won't get sick and I can't afford to get sick; With you, we can know the way home; With you, we are not afraid of the wind and rain on the road of life. You are our shelter from the wind ... "My mother listened, smiling, and I gently fell into my mother's arms! A warm current will hit me, and my mother will gently scold me in the old house. " How old are you? "With tears in my eyes, I ran away with a smile without looking back.

Sisters will come back to see their mother from time to time. Every time I come back, my mother will ask them about their living conditions, and then I will cook. My mother's food is delicious, because my father was sick very early, and my mother always cooks by herself. My mother always lets us eat well. Thinking methods, changing the mode of eating, since I went to high school, I seem to remember that there is no repetition of lunch for a week. Every time I give my neighbors rare food to taste, I sometimes feel reluctant to part with it. My mother said aside, "I don't know what a good man is. I only know that the poor have clothes and the hungry have food." Give the good to others and the bad to yourself. "It is precisely because of my mother's idea that after my mother left, many neighbors felt sorry for her and saw her off. After a long walk, I still feel sad on the way back. It's also my mother's idea. For many years, I never clashed with others, and I always buried my deep pain at night.

Whenever I look at my sisters, eat my mother's cooking and chat with my mother, I always have a naive idea, who will be closer to me, my sister or my mother? Soon, this idea had an answer.

One night, when I came home, my mother had already made a vegetable cake. I like it very much. I picked it up and ate it. My mother said to me, "Are you tired?" Do you want to run! "I asked," what's the matter? What happened? " My mother said to me awkwardly, "Your third sister likes to eat, too. Please send her some. We can't finish eating so much. " There was nothing in my heart, but I deliberately said, "Why are you still thinking about her? How old are you? You know what she likes to eat, too. How strange! "My mother didn't know if I really didn't want to, so she smiled and said," You are all my mother's daughters. It's all my fallen body. Fingers hurt and never take sides. "I sell smiling faces to my mother." Okay, I'll go. "As I walked, I muttered," Only my mother is good in the world. " I turned my head and smiled at my mother, and a tear fell into my heart.

In summer, all the seeds planted by my mother in the old hospital have blossomed. Red, pink, purple, colorful, attracted the right butterfly, neighbors always praised whenever they passed by the door, mother invited them to watch in the yard, satisfied, everyone would walk out of the yard with a smile. In the evening, I will take a walk with my mother after dinner. When I come back, I will learn to perform for my mother like a square dancer and square dancer, which will always make her laugh.

At this time, the flowers are the strongest, my mother's laughter is the sweetest, and my singing is the most extravagant. It spread from the old house to the yard and drifted far away from the yard. ...

three

The moon is full of rain and shine, and people are doomed. The bad news shocked our whole family. Dark clouds are on everyone's face. The word cancer is knotted and painful in everyone's heart.

I can't believe it. I think God is joking with me. It seems that death should be far, far away from my mother. I naively thought that the doctor had misdiagnosed it! So I comforted myself and hoped for a miracle.

My mother told me that she was not feeling well, that is, the other day. A few days ago, she told me that she always felt stuffy in her throat and it was a little difficult to eat and swallow. I didn't care too much, because in my mind, only my mother would never leave. A few days later, my sister came. Mother said to her elder sister, "I don't know what happened these two days. I just got stuck eating, as if something in my throat blocked my swallowing." Elder sister seldom comes back because she is far away. But he is the most independent and knowledgeable person in our family. The elder sister immediately said, "Today is Saturday and Monday, let my brother take you to the hospital for a check-up to see if there is any problem. If there is no big problem, you can rest assured. " At noon, my brother knew that my sister had come back. Also rushed over. My sister said to her brother, "My mother always told me not to eat. Please take her to the hospital for examination on Monday. Nothing, or I'll come with you again. " My brother said, "Well, I'll take her. Don't go so far. Just have a check-up. I can go by myself. " Unexpectedly, on Monday, I came back from the hospital with this result. My brother's face became gloomy, but I dare not let my mother find out. Elder sister, second sister and third sister also came back one after another. When we were together, Third Sister cried her eyes out, but she didn't dare to be in front of her mother. I tried to comfort myself that it was impossible. How can it be! There must be some mistake. Although we are heartbroken, sad and crying. But I have to face the reality and consider my mother's treatment and daily life.

Without telling my mother, we had a private meeting once, and the eldest sister who had the most right to speak blushed and said, "My mother has been diagnosed, and now we are all trying our best to treat her." This disease is fast, slow for half a year, and fast for March, to see who can find the best way. Then there are the problems of daily life. No one can take care of her. Now, try to make her eat better while she can, and eat whatever she can. I am far away, but I will try to go back and see if there is a better way in our hospital. You also say what you think. "My brother said," At present, the cure for this disease is chemotherapy, but my mother is over 80 years old, which is considered old. I'm afraid she can't bear the crime. At this time, the second sister interrupted: "I seem to hear that (Beijing) can take Chinese medicine treatment, and the effect is good. Later, I asked someone to inquire, and if not, I would go to Beijing. I said, "None of you have time." I spend the longest time with my mother. Don't tell her what's wrong, just say it's common inflammation. Take medicine. "I try to spend more time with her and make her feel more open. If she is in a good mood, there may be a turn for the better. " Later, I realized what I was thinking, how naive, it was cancer! Maybe I am deceiving myself! I don't know how fragile life is. Can I save the world? How naive and ridiculous I am. Finally, I decided unanimously to go to Beijing for Chinese medicine treatment and take the medicine back to eat. I will continue to take care of my mother.

In the following days, I continued to live in the old house with my mother. The old house began to come alive. My brother came to see me every day, and my sisters came back the next day. I bought the most nutritious food for my mother, cooked rice and medicine, and dared not neglect it. The soup is cooked carefully and the food is cooked very soft.

four

Time is always ruthless, it will not pity anyone's pain and slow down, nor will it stop its hasty pace for anyone's sadness.

From Mid-Autumn Festival to early winter, in a short time, my mother insisted on cooking by herself until I cooked, from eating a small bowl of rice to just eating a few mouthfuls. Sometimes my mother would sit there. I obviously felt that my mother was worried, but I never said anything, and then I became cold.

My mother is a hard-working person and never calls me when she can. In front of me, I never say that medicine is bitter or food is not delicious. I always find it hard to swallow and boast that my cooking is getting better and better! In this way, my mother is still lying in bed suffering from illness.

Mom can't leave people around. I don't have to go every afternoon because the director is taking care of me. I stay at home to look after my mother, and my brothers and sisters will take my place in the morning.

The old house looks the same as before. Sister, second sister, third sister and brother are busy, and childhood memories always come to mind, except for the shadow of father. Sometimes, I look at the night sky and think, "Dad, why are you so selfish?" When you go to heaven, your mother is watching you. I've always wanted you to go to heaven after three years, but after three years, why are you so anxious to let your mother go! "Thinking, thinking, my heart hurts, my eyes are moist, and I dare not look at the sky again. The dark night didn't tell me what to do, only let the wind dry the tears across my cheeks.

Mom is getting more and more fragile. You can't eat anything. Just a few sips of water, exhaled mucus, and my body became very light, very light and thin. But every time I ask her, "Mom, are you in pain? She always smiles and says, I don't hurt, it's okay. I burst into tears as soon as I turned around, because as we all know, cancer was the last thing that killed me. Sometimes a slightly better mother will ask, "How long is it before the Spring Festival? Can it be over?"? "The second sister will always tell her firmly:" Nothing, you celebrate the New Year, and it will be fine after the New Year! " Every time she finished, Second Sister's eyes became red. I saw the light of hope in my mother's eyes. So life is so lonely and helpless. At this time, I will go outside to blow my hair.

Although my mother is so strong and we are so nostalgic, we can't resist the cruelty of time and the helplessness of life in the end. Just after the New Year, my mother left with our sadness and attachment! Go to heaven to be with my father, leaving an empty old house to call us. It should have been sunny that spring, but it was bleak because of my mother's departure. Three days after my mother left, we all went back to our respective homes, leaving the old house alone.

The old house finally fulfilled its mission, sent away mom and dad, and sent us on a journey of life.

Farewell! My old house left me too many memories. Farewell! My old house, the old house that bears my parents' life. Farewell! My old house is full of my mother. Farewell! My old house, the old house where I grew up.

Distant old house! Immortal memory! Never go back, my lovely old house.

Looking back at the old house, tears streamed down!