At other times, she wears cloth shoes made by herself, and each pair of cloth shoes is patched again and again from the upper to the sole. When my mother goes to the mountains to pick things, she usua

At other times, she wears cloth shoes made by herself, and each pair of cloth shoes is patched again and again from the upper to the sole. When my mother goes to the mountains to pick things, she usually walks a long way. She sets off right after breakfast and comes back after dark. She never brings meals for lunch, and often only eats two meals a day. Climbing up and down the mountains is very labor-intensive and also It was on an empty stomach, so I later got stomach trouble. But he was very caring and considerate to our children. I have a sister who is married five miles away from the village. Sometimes if there is something delicious at home, he always leaves a portion and asks me to deliver it. Once, she came back from picking bayberries from the mountain and picked more. I packed a few kilograms and asked me to send them to my sister. On the way, several women saw me as a child and gathered around me to buy bayberries to eat. I couldn't help but persuade them to buy some of the good ones for them. Later, when my sister went back to her parents' house and mentioned this, my mother asked me how much I bought it, and I told her it was less than one yuan. He asked me where the money had gone, and I told him it was still in my pocket. She just scolded a few words lightly, and then said with a smile: "Well, you don't want to study anymore, just follow me and endure hardships from now on." My brother is five years older than me, and he is much more sensible than me. I have been able to share my mother's worries since I was a child. Under the care of our mother, we can wear one or a new set of clothes every year. Especially for me, I have been studying in a city 60 miles away from home since junior high school, and I dress better than the average child in the village. Sometimes I hear others praise my mother for being "good at arranging things and managing the family." The mother just smiled and said: "People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles, no one will pity them if they pretend to be poor and complain. Besides, children should also look presentable in front of their classmates when they are studying." Yes, mother is such a person, and she doesn't think about herself very much. , often think too much about others and their children. In 1970, I left my hometown and went to work in Yizhang, with a monthly salary of more than thirty yuan. In order to repay my parents for raising me, I wrote a letter telling my mother to "send 5 yuan to my family every month." She listened. I was very happy in the end. A few months later, she wrote a letter saying that her family was living well now and there was no need to rush to send money back every month. She asked me to save some money for doing things for myself in the future. I knew that what she meant by "doing things" was probably I will get married in the future. I was still young at that time and did not consider this matter in my mind.

The 24th of the first month of 1972 was the anniversary of my father’s death. I took a leave of absence and went back for a few days. During those days, my mother cried very sadly every day, and it was difficult to stop her crying no matter how hard her relatives and neighbors tried to persuade her. Only we girls know why our mother is so sad. I remember that 1962 was the last year of the People’s Communes. Natural disasters have occurred across the country for three consecutive years. Coupled with the pro-democracy trend set off under the influence of ultra-leftist ideological trends, the rural economy has fallen into a low ebb and people's lives have been very difficult. At that time, I was eating at school and only had 6 taels of rice a day, while my parents ate in the public cafeteria and only had 8 taels of rice a day. They also have to go out to work. People are hungry! So, my mother took my father up the mountain to dig fern roots, and when they got home, they washed them, crushed them, filtered them into sediment, and made them into fern glutinous rice cakes. How delicious it tasted when I ate that food! Who knew that my mother gave the fern rice cake to my brother and me, but what they ate was the ground fern residue. Maybe my father ate too much, but his stool was so congealed that he couldn't pass it for seven days in a row. He couldn't poop, the poisonous gas was in his body, and his father was restless. My mother was anxious and went to the commune health center to see a doctor. The doctor said that she had never cured this disease. The mother had no choice but to find her own solution. Inserting a chopstick into it to stir it didn't work. Fill a small kettle with water and pour it into your butt hole, but it won't go in. In the end, she had to use her fingers to dig it out bit by bit. In the fall of 1969, my brother and I were not at home. My father was drying sweet potatoes and accidentally fell from the door of the building to the ground while carrying them. His leg hit a stone, injuring his artery, causing bleeding and causing serious injuries. It was his mother who bandaged him, stopped the bleeding, rescued him, and nursed him carefully before he could survive. ......yes! The couple who have been in trouble for decades have weathered difficulties one after another together and formed a deep friendship. Now that one of them is leaving, and the farewell is forever, how can we not be sad?

I got married in 1977. According to the regulations and habits of my work unit, the wedding was simple. I didn’t tell my mother. When my mother found out, she didn’t blame me. Instead, she asked my brother to make a new desk and bookcase as a gift. Even though the journey was far, he still had to find a way to deliver them to us. In the spring of the next year, I had to look for a car everywhere, say good things to the driver, and forcefully deliver two bulky things.

In 1978, my child was born and needed care. At that time, I thought about my mother, who was diligent and able to take care of me. Besides, she had been living in the countryside all her life. Now that she is older, I, as my son, should let her enjoy happiness, so I brought her here. But as soon as my mother arrived, she was busy doing this and that, and she was very tired. Moreover, the child was small and noisy, which made her sleep poorly. Her mother said several times that she was not used to life in the city. It happened that day that I received a letter from home saying that my aunt was critically ill. She said that her sisters-in-law wanted to meet each other. The mother took this opportunity to leave. Therefore, I stayed there for less than half a year.

In 1979, my mother was 70 years old. That year was the second year after the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China was held. The farmland joint production responsibility system was implemented in rural areas. My mother wrote a letter saying that what was happening in her hometown was Big changes. Life at home is much better than before. When I got home during the Spring Festival that year, I planned to discuss doing something for her seventieth birthday during the Spring Festival reunion, but my mother refused. She said: "The family is just getting better now. You have just started a family and everyone is still in difficulty. I am still in good health. I estimate that I have ten more years to live. Let's wait until next time." Who knew that this would be my mother's last big baby? It was my birthday, but I passed it carelessly. This was a great unfilial act on my part as a son, and it still brings me endless guilt and sorrow. Since then, my mother’s body has not been as she said. "Tough", but the ailments are getting more and more severe, including stomach problems, rheumatism, angina pectoris, and high blood pressure that even she herself is not aware of.

In 1985, I was transferred from Yizhang to Chenzhou. In the spring of that year, she wrote to me, saying that she felt uncomfortable during this season, especially on rainy days and foggy days. She always felt like she couldn't breathe, and she asked me to go back. But I was busy with work and didn't go home in time to see her. I didn't go back until the Spring Festival of 1986. But at that time, my mother was no longer as good as in previous years: she was hunched over, always lowered her head, and it was obvious that she could no longer straighten her neck. ． The eyes are also very small, the eyeballs are yellow, the eye membranes are covered with bloodshot eyes, and there are a lot of age spots on the face. His voice was low and slow, he was panting, and he was always coughing. Seeing this scene, I was stunned. I didn't expect that my mother's body would change so quickly in the past two years. I only stayed at home for five days that time. I was worried about the traffic on the road, so I left early. Before I left, my mother said to me: "Son, it looks like I may not be able to survive. Every spring, I have a bad cough and I am afraid of the cold. I wonder if I can survive this spring." At this time, I remembered that my father had also After saying the same thing, my eyes got wet, and I reluctantly replied: "Old people are like this. You don't have to worry. If you really feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital." I don't know if she heard it, but I saw She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "Son, you have your own difficulties too, so don't worry too much about your family." When she was leaving, she told me to write to my family from time to time to reassure my family. During that meeting, I wanted to say a few more words of comfort to my mother, but when I saw her like this, I felt worried and uncomfortable, and I was speechless. I always felt that my mother would not leave me that spring as she said, and I thought she would live for at least three to five years.

But I never expected that something would happen. On the afternoon of March 14th of this year, I suddenly received an emergency telegram from home saying that my mother had passed away. People say, "A man never sheds tears lightly." When I saw this news, I cried. I regretted why I didn’t let my mother go to the hospital for medical treatment in time, and I also complained about why my brother didn’t let me see the last side of my mother alive. When I got home on the 15th, everyone in the family was crying. Later I found out that my mother collapsed while cooking on the morning of the 13th, my brother was working in the fields, my sister-in-law went out to be a matchmaker, my two older nephews were boarding at school, and only a 10-year-old niece was at home. The weather was very bad at that time, with lightning, thunder, wind and rain. None of the neighbors knew that when my brother came back, my mother was gone. He was 78 years old. My mother's death is a sorrow for me and my family, a sorrow for my relatives, and a sorrow for the people in the village. On the day my mother was buried, the village held a grand memorial ceremony for her. More than 300 people attended the funeral. Almost all men, women and children in the village participated, and many people wiped away tears. We are all grieving for the loss of a hard-working and kind-hearted old man, and grieving for the loss of a kind and selfless old man.

Afterwards, several old people said to me: 'This old man is lucky, and you are also lucky as children. So many people sent her on her way, and she has not appeared in the village for many years. ”

My mother is an ordinary working woman in a mountain village, an extremely ordinary person. But she possesses a selfless and fraternal thought that I and perhaps more people cannot possess. Many people find it difficult to persevere with their tenacious perseverance and hard-working spirit. I often feel guilty about myself, and I admire my mother even more. I am an ordinary state worker who is already in my sixties. I would like to continue to push myself to be a good person with my mother's moral behavior. Live up to maternal love, live up to your conscience, and be a person who is truly useful to the country and the people

February 26, 2006