I walked the way my mother walked.

Mom said she was busy all day, and then she farted. She said that each of the 24 bricks should be settled. At that time, she brought up three children, an eight-year-old and a four-year-old and her newborn sister. How many things need to settle in life. Eat and drink Lazar, scorpion sting horseshoe crab, sewing and mending.

Mom is really busy because she lacks clothes and rice. Mom can't be calm and loses her temper every day. Our sister frightened her when she was a child. When she leaves the hospital, we will stick together like followers, and mother has no leisure to be herself. She always chooses to take one, that is, my sister, and let me and my brother go back. Both of us. No, mom will pick up a stone to scare us. Once, my brother and I went to look for it. I heard that Kang's family had a strong smell of meat, so Kang asked my brother to taste it. My brother tasted half a bowl. Kang Da Die didn't let me taste it. Maybe boys are more expensive.

My mother didn't have any makeup at that time, and she just washed her face when she went out. I had no sense of direction when I was a child. My mother pulled my hair and washed my hair. When she called me, I stepped back. She said I'd be late, so I rushed forward. I grew up in my mother's hot temper. My mother always said that it was the loss of selling salt and vinegar in my life. So I silently thought, selling salt and vinegar is a bad business that consumes happiness. No matter how strong my mother is, she is short and has a red background. She has hardly done any farm work. As far as I can remember, my mother can't mow the grass. She is always sitting and crawling with a small hoe, which is a little dawdling. All the ridges, terraces and ditches we walked through have been trampled on porcelain, and my father is going bald again.

My mother is different from the most ordinary woman in this country. She has a flexible economic mind. She went out with a basket on her shoulder and came back with 35 yuan pocket money. Her basket contains fresh beans, peanuts and dried sweet potatoes from home. She also sells steamed buns and rolls, and everything her mother makes is delicious. My sister and I are both doing what my mother wants to do, which is what we are most proud of. We both live a good life, and it's much easier to settle down. Mother's sweat is eight petals falling to the ground, and the petals can splash and jump a few times. We are different, thinking about patterns to make comfortable and leisurely days busy. You will sweat, too, but how pretentious it is.

Mom looks fine. She looked fine before I was born. For me, my mother was stunned by the fact that she was still alive. Her face was sad and her words were violent. When I come back from school and ask her what to eat, she will scold me. At that time, I didn't understand what it would be like for a woman without a happy marriage.

When I knew what Sun Long and the moon had done to a woman, my mother was old.

One day, my mother told me something. She said there was no me at that time. When I think of that day at the moment, my mother should be beautiful that day. How can I describe the beauty of my mother? It's all wrong I think it's just the light in my eyes and the roundness in my face. Today, I found two ordinary ornaments left by my mother, which were warm and delicate, just like I touched my mother's slender fingers again-at that time, my mother had just married her father, and she and Li Guifeng from the same village went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables. About the early sixties, there were planes flying in the sky, and there were sharp wild vegetables in the mountains in early spring.

When people in Gushiyu Village saw two beautiful young wives, they decided that they were not native. Some people suspect that they are American spies dropped by a big plane. My mother was strangely taken to the brigade headquarters, and she had to be carefully examined and handed over to the commune. One of them said that such a good-looking person is not a good person at first glance. Fortunately, someone who knew my father passed by that day and saw my mother. He came forward and said, this is my sister-in-law from Brother Xiaohai's family.

Time flies, dear mother. After listening to my words, your little daughter must visit that village. The solitary stone at the entrance of Gushiyu village is still there, and the person who arranged you is long gone.

A road is drilled in the tunnel of Hot Springs Castle, which leads to further places.

What a coincidence! My sister and I were stopped by the epidemic prevention and control headquarters at the entrance to the village.

We can't say to look for your sign or go to see the mountains and rivers. People won't let us in if they don't believe us. My sister said that she was visiting a client at the Postal Savings Bank, so we said the name Liu Er. I meditate on what my mother said in my mind, and nothing can compare with it now.

The mountain breeze is warm, the acorn forest is dense with hazelnuts, and the sound of water falling from a height is very loud. Further afield, the mountains surround it. These stones are just like what my mother told me. Mother said that Gushiyu is just a room-high boulder, and there is a river called Blue River. Later, my father and I often went to the west bank of the Blue River to cut wood, and then we didn't come back for many years.

When we were leaving the village, the woman at the entrance of the village stopped us again. She said you didn't look like a liar. I met Liu Er, and he said he didn't know you. She also said that the town will come to check the epidemic situation later and can't let you go. My sister said we were not as good-looking as our mother. Did you get caught? I am both a travel code and a health code so that people can check it and say it has been released.

The boulder in Gushiyu recedes, the blue river recedes, and the past and reality magically overlap at this moment.

Beginning of autumn has just passed, and my mother is in good health.

My mother likes singing. Before I was seven or eight years old, my mother loved to sing: Swallows wear colorful clothes and come here every spring, flying from east to west. I asked the swallow why she came, and the swallow said that we are the most beautiful. At that time, my sister was very small, with a white face and big eyes, which were a little golden and a little sky blue. In a word, they are different from ordinary people's black eyes. I won't let my mother sing this song and make my sister look handsome and ugly. Mom changed a children's song and said that I should be sharp when eating Baba. What I changed is that it rained heavily, and Beijing called me to be a soldier. I haven't grown up.

I like this song, and I can't get enough of it every day. I asked my mother when the phone call from Beijing would arrive. Mom said quickly. Dog days ask from the rainy season, dog days ask about heavy snow. I sang this song when I put my sister to sleep. My brother said my little daughter was a soldier, and Beijing asked me to be a soldier. My brother gave me a heavy word and slapped me in the chest three times. Sometimes my mother is in a good mood and the weather is sunny. She will sing this nursery rhyme to coax us three brothers and sisters. The three of us asked our mother, do you know that our home is in Beijing? Why do you have to call when it rains heavily? Mother said that her daughter would go to Beijing to go to college without being a soldier.

The country people are straightforward, and our sisters think that Beijing is a dream paradise and the best place under a small piece of eaves.

Neighbors occasionally stop at my door to collect firewood and weed. Let us ask what we want to do when we grow up, and we will all say that we will go to Beijing to go to college. We have never said anything about herding sheep, farming, chopping wood and burning fire. I saw my father's back blistered by the sun, and my mother was worried that a person lacked a bundle of firewood and a handful of rice, so I wanted to grow up and leave the village between the two mountains. When I first told my mother about it, she kept singing until I was young. Mother was stupefied and held the three of us in her arms, saying that the eldest daughter had grown up.

That day, I chatted with two sisters of my fourth uncle's family and talked about some topics about our mother and hometown. My four aunts and my mother are watching us in heaven. Our two families are rare in the village with a scholarly atmosphere, and their children have become full of praise from the villagers. How enviable it is to eat imperial grain in the countryside after drought and flood. One day my sister asked me, "Sister, did you say Beijing called?" ? I said of course. She said none of us went to the army. I said the number of soldiers was full, so I went to teach. You went to the bank, and the two sisters of the fourth uncle's family became doctors. She said that the telephone in Beijing was really good, and I said yes, it would be better if it rained heavily.

The quality of sleep is not good, and occasionally I think of my mother humming children's songs, and my eyes are moist.

A few years later, I live like a mother. In August, it rained one after another. I also sang heavy rain and slammed down in Beijing to make a phone call. Does Beijing know my phone number? We all joined the army. Who will accompany grandma? I said it was raining heavily.

I like green walnuts, fruit kernels and peanuts. I like this every autumn.

The pulp of plants is the best in autumn. They just seem to work hard. I have eaten raw corn and scraped peanuts that have not been dug out of the ground, so that my mouth is dripping with white juice. The best is a jar full of walnuts. In the days when the dew didn't arrive in summer, we all grew into walnut trees.

Carrying a pot of clothes to the East River to wash, you can't move your feet under the walnut tree. Mom said to come back after washing clothes. If your hands are black, I don't think I will hit you. You can't cook walnuts secretly. The juice of green husk is black everywhere.

We were worried at first, but then we got carried away. I took a dozen walnuts to the river to grind clothes, but I couldn't wash them off for a while, but the texture of the ground walnuts was clear. I am too timid to reach out to my mother when I go home. I can't escape.

My mother didn't hit me, saying that she would peel the ground walnuts and wrap them for jiaozi to eat. Not only walnuts, peanuts and sesame seeds can be wrapped in jiaozi. Oil crops in difficult times are even harder to come by, and the destination should be carefully arranged. Walnut has less green skin and the nuts are clean in vain. Cut into small particles, mix with a handful of leek eggs, and wrap more than 30 pieces. It seems to be sweet potato noodles, dark and bright, and delicious.

In winter, walnuts are the richest in oil. Stir-fry for a while and roll with a rolling pin, or stir-fry a handful of peanuts and sesame seeds, or sunflower seeds and watermelon seeds. Cabbage is always available, and the stuffing will be hot in a few minutes. Mom said, eat enough and breathe evenly.

I didn't think it was so good at that time, but now I think it's the best taste in the world.

The breeze is soft, with a little shadow of time. My favorite hobby swings in the light and shadow, and my mother is there. I will go there sooner or later. I'm in no hurry either. The breeze surrounded me in the letter, and I was immersed in it and forgot to come back.