Mother of the country, what did you leave me?

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It's been 1 1 year. I feel sad and heartbroken when I think of my mother's death. Since my mother died, I have repeatedly asked myself painfully: What did my mother leave me? I reflected on my behavior and personality, and finally found the most important one, that is, thrift. This is the most precious spiritual wealth left by my mother, which has a far-reaching influence on me.

When I was born, my mother was over 30 years old. Before and in the ignorant age, I lacked direct feelings about my mother's diligence, but since 1980, my understanding of my mother's diligence has gradually deepened.

First, around site run.

Distance 1980 My hometown, Zhaozhuang, Fengxian County, was divided for exactly 30 years, which was a period that I will never forget. I have witnessed my mother's hard work for 30 years, and I feel that my mother has paid unimaginable hardships: raising a large family and working day and night.

Although I can only describe what I know as a souvenir, what I know is enough for me to ponder for decades. I miss that kind of hard work and thrift, and consciously absorb the spiritual power that changed me.

After the land was divided, mother's diligence was fully reflected. Our family has a large population and a lot of land, about 10 mu, scattered in 8 places. My parents had been running for many years before, but after they came back, they were busy in the production team, barely maintaining food and clothing. Having my own land makes my mother very happy and inspires great enthusiasm. There is little labor at home. My sister got married, my brother and I went to school, and only my mother stayed at home all the year round, but the work was very heavy.

In the 1980s, the field work in the north of Fengxian County was hard and tiring, and my mother kept on doing it. At that time, livestock and machinery were not very popular, and rural work mainly depended on physical strength. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, except for a little relaxation in winter, farmers can't finish farm work.

The most unbearable thing is the heavy physical labor. For example, wheat harvest and autumn harvest, the so-called "busy wheat is not busy, busy autumn is heartbroken", a short busy three summers almost makes people collapse, and it is painful to rush to collect seeds.

During the wheat harvest season, you often get up at four o'clock to cut wheat, and you have to keep cutting. You have to collect, bundle, pack, transport, release, pile, press, take off, pile, dry and pack more than a dozen processes. After half a month, the summer wheat harvest will basically be over. But almost at the same time, there are many jobs such as sticks, beans, cotton planting and taro planting.

Mother pays the most, not only to bring work, but also to go home to cook and feed pigs and sheep; On the night of the wheat harvest season, I should be alert to whether it will rain, because I am afraid it will fall on the wheat. As soon as I heard the wind, I got up and ran to the field to cover the tied wheat.

I was in grade three or four at that time. I often go home at night and lie in the pot house. I didn't want to get up, and even fell asleep after eating soup. When I was woken up, I just felt tired and sleepy, and my body really couldn't stand it. But I don't know how my mother suffered. I didn't notice. It was her who called me around 5: 00 in the morning.

Besides the tense summer harvest, the most tiring is the autumn harvest season. Mother is neither black nor white, and day and night are connected. We then sent the soil fertilizer and chemical fertilizer from the septic tank to the field; Break off the corn cob in the field, carry it out, then pull the cob at home, cut soybeans and pick cotton. In many fields, straw must be transported home by flatbed.

Mother often comes home late and cooks in the pot house for a while. After dinner, she has to clean up, and it is always after the break 1 1.

Many nights before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is normal to peel corncob after drinking soup, and stay up until 1 at night. The autumn harvest lasted for more than two months, and I was too busy to eat or sleep well. The pain of hard work is beyond the imagination and endurance of ordinary people.

One Saturday afternoon, I came back from Fengzhong to withdraw money. When I got home, I didn't see my mother. I ran several times in a row, but I couldn't find her The sheep and pigs at home were hungry, and my mother didn't come back until dark.

She told me: I was busy all day breaking sticks in the farthest North River, and I brought two steamed buns. At noon, I asked others to bring some water to drink, and then I continued to work. I was busy until dark and came back in a flat car. I was sad for a while.

Winter should be more leisurely, but there is still work to be done in the field. Such as watering and planting rape. Into the cold winter, freezing three feet, the earth bleak, cold wind like a knife.

Sometimes it's my turn to water the house, so I have to work in the fields. One night in winter, my mother called me to go with her. She watched the water irrigate the wheat. I lay in the ditch by the well, listening to the sound of running water in case of power failure.

I curled up in a pile of wheat straw, shivering in my coat, while my mother searched all the way along the canal and went barefoot to draw water from the field. In the cold winter of minus seven or eight degrees, she often walks in the middle of the night. Later, her arthritis came from this. It has never been cured, and it has never been cured. She has been suffering.

Mother is good at using land and always tries to make it more productive. My eldest brother's yard used to be a private plot, and I clearly remember that it was the most fertile plot.

In the northernmost part of the stall, my mother planted trees along the ditch, digging from the bottom of the ditch to the ditch, digging more than one person deep. The other fields beside the ditch were planted by my mother, and there were trees in the fields. Those poplars and phoenix trees grow well, and they will flourish and stand tall and straight in just four or five years.

In summer, enjoying the cool under the tree, there is a shady place, and the cool breeze blows gently, which makes people particularly comfortable. On the northernmost river land, at the eastern end of the land, the original Luohe has disappeared, leaving only a small ditch as a separation from Wangcaiyuan Village. Mother lights sorghum in the field every year.

In late summer and early autumn, I saw sorghum swaying in the wind, which attracted many birds. Almost every piece of land is planted by her, and her mother pays attention to pruning, which will not affect other people's fields. Trees harvested a lot, some gave my sister a dowry and made me furniture. It's a pity that the land has been cultivated by eldest brother now, and that situation no longer exists.

Second, work hard in the yard.

Mother is busy at home except in the field, and has no leisure. As a son, I should have lightened my mother's burden, but the reason of going to school made me escape too much and put almost all my hard work on my mother.

Brothers and sisters go to school and go out. Although they are very distressed by their mothers, they all help at home, but only their mothers have been at home for many years, and they can't avoid any fatigue and trouble, including being bullied by their neighbors. Mom carries all the work alone, and all the tiredness is carried by one person, so that she is too tired to eat much for a long time, can't sleep well, and has arthritis, dizziness and high blood pressure.

Mom is mainly busy building houses, taking care of food at home, feeding livestock, cooking food straws and so on. I remember the third day, it was autumn. For a while, after lunch, my mother always asked me to dig in the ditch in the west. I loaded it into the car and laid it in the yard.

In the afternoon of those days, I went to pull the soil, one car after another; All the other children went to school to play for a while. I can't. It's hot and dirty, and I'm bored, but I have to leave the dirty things behind to cushion the yard. I went to school, and my mother continued to be busy, day after day, and not a day was idle.

Farmers want rain and are afraid of it. This kind of ambivalence is more common among mothers, who are often nervous about the food, straw, clothes and so on dried at home. I am afraid that the harvested wheat will be rained in summer, and I am even more afraid that sticks, soybeans, cotton and firewood will be rained in autumn.

I remember very clearly that I came home in the hot noon after the start of school in autumn, and I felt a dry breath as soon as I entered the door. It's full of breath, which makes it difficult for people to breathe. I saw a yard full of beans, and there were drying sticks, mung beans, cotton and sorghum at the door of the hall. What can't be picked up, spread out, slapped or put away with both hands?

Looking at the sky at night, I picked it up and moved it into the house. I couldn't put it down, so I had to cover it with plastic sheets in the yard. But plastic sheets are not enough, and some are rolled up with reed foil. Mom can't sleep well at night, so get up and have a look when she hears the wind. She was busy covering it for a while before continuing to rest.

Mother is clever and handy. She can't work in the fields on rainy days in summer, so she does other things: cutting clothes or making shoes and hitting mats. In summer, it rains continuously, so I can't go to the fields to be busy. My mother cuts cloth for her neighbors to make clothes, or looks after pigs and sheep. Mom can play mat, which is a technical job.

According to my mother, when I was out, I learned it when I saw people sleeping on a mat. Mother asked her father to cut down the reeds in the North River, press them, dry them, break them and put them aside one by one. Mom sits and knits slowly, usually in four or five days, and it can be used in the sun. In those years, our family didn't have to buy it, so we had a fresh and bright summer mat, which was not bad for many years.

Winter has come, it's time to harvest and sow, but my mother is still busy at home. At this time, in the warm winter sun, the cotton piled at the door opened, and a large piece of white was very eye-catching.

Mother fed the pigs and sheep after dinner and went to the door to pick cotton. This is a kind of leisure, because I don't have to be so nervous and tired, and I can bask in the sun. It's a rare treat. I have no leisure to visit my relatives in the market. There are clothes and bedding to be made in winter, which need to be dismantled, washed and mended. Some neighbors send cloth to cut clothes and often stay up late to collect soles to make shoes.

Mom, how can there be so much energy? Can a person, as a mother, produce infinite strength for the sake of family and children? In this sense, I have no doubt that the spirit of hard work can be transformed into productivity!

Third, live a leisurely life.

From the 1980s to the late 1990s, my mother never left the land. Only in her later years, because she took care of her sick father and children, her mother had to give up her land to her eldest brother. But at home, she worked hard for us and planted a yard full of vegetables for my brother and me to take back to Xuzhou to eat. Bring us the dough; Chickens are reluctant to eat eggs, but they keep them for us, and even many things are waiting for us to take away again and again.

My mother is afraid I won't accept it. She always said: Give it to Mao Mao (my daughter). Most things are given by others. If you are not willing to take a bite, just keep it. I don't know the shelf life, some of them have gone bad, and finally I have to feed the chickens.

I work, and as soon as I get home, it is my mother's extra busy time. Know I want to go back and see, she will go to bask in the quilt. She is too old to hold the quilt, but she still dries it every time, so make my bed. When I got home, I couldn't bear to let me work.

In fact, I love my job very much. Go home and don't want to be idle. I've always wanted to replace my mother, but my mother still cooks, serves and washes by herself. Before I finished eating, I went to the old courtyard behind to pick the vegetables she had worked so hard to grow, and sometimes I got up early. Come back and choose dishes, pack and eat noodles for me. It seems that my life in Xuzhou is very poor.

What she repeatedly said is that there is no chemical fertilizer or pesticide, and even wheat is washed with water to dry before pressing. Alas, the hard-working mother is afraid that her children will suffer outside, and she will think of others all her life, but she is hard on herself.

Back in the yard, my mother is still very diligent: she is busy raising chickens and growing vegetables. Why doesn't she think about herself? Hard-working and frugal, for more than ten years, my mother has been making do at home, eating very simply, and I am reluctant to eat more of my own vegetables, cooking very little and fish very little; The nutritious food we brought back was shelved or given away, thinking of saving it and buying it again.

After my mother died, we were the first to go home in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and we didn't finish what we brought her for the New Year. As for red dates and honey, they are too expensive. After half a year, she only ate a little, and they were still there.

For more than ten years, my mother has been a believer, kind, caring and respected. However, after a few days that seemed to have a hunch, I suddenly had a heart attack and didn't give up in time in the hospital, which made me cry with grief and lost my spiritual dependence in the following years.

I often think, where does mother's diligence come from? Maybe grandma's family style is one of the reasons. The two old people are kind, hardworking, thrifty and loving relatives that I will never forget.

Grandpa is 80 years old, he can't see clearly, and he has to mow the grass and sweep the leaves. Grandma has been busy until she is sick except for rest. Another reason, I think, is that there is a large population in our family, and we have to work hard to survive. Life pressure, can only rely on farming to earn income, so it is very hard all year round, so I have been tired and bitter in the land for 30 years!

My mother left, but I can't forget it. She raised and educated me for more than 30 years and hurried to another world. I also think that thrift has become one of my personality characteristics. Over the years, I have insisted on planting more than 10,000 trees in many places (including nearly 10,000 trees with the community), including the desert and the treasure island of Taiwan Province Province; Plant a "companion tree" next to several children's schools; I founded the Environmental Protection Association and tried to correct the pollution caused by social extravagance and waste.

Insist on doing some manual labor all the year round, don't want to be idle, and always go your own way. This is an outdated behavior that dares to be proud and may be laughed at. Nowadays, many young people eager for success and wealth don't want to be thrifty. Too many people in the countryside have become lazy and idle, relying on mechanization, and not many people are willing to work hard anymore. Thrift seems to be out of date.

However, no matter what others think, I can't let go of my usual habit of doing things and continue to comfort the spirit of the elderly with my diligent and thrifty lifestyle.