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Hometown, you finally replaced my mother

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If it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't have a hometown. It was she, a 46-year-old woman, who took me to the valley one afternoon in March 1966. Before that, she had given birth to three daughters, two survived and one died. I am her last thought, which is all the meaning she imposed on her future life. Therefore, whether it is chopping wood in the mountains or transplanting rice in the fields, or even the snowy water conservancy site, she always has me. I was on her back when digging ditches, and on her chest when carrying stones. She took double care of me, as if holding a lamp seedling in her hands, for fear of any mistake.

Because I kept going to school, the person who took good care of me had to watch me leave her, farther and farther away. In order to find money for my study, every rainy day, my mother goes out in the middle of the night with a basket on her back and goes into the forest to pick fungus before others. All the chickens raised at home are sold for money, and one is reluctant to kill. Pigs are fattened and sold by one guy. That's my second semester's travelling expenses and tuition fees. My mother had no idea that it would cost so much for a student to study, but she refused to admit defeat. Like a magician, she turned banana, konjac, chestnut, walnut, pumpkin, plum, corn and rice out of the land. She sold all the agricultural products that could be exchanged for money, earning every penny and sending them to me at ten yuan, so that the clothes I bought would smell like sweet potatoes, and the sneakers I bought naturally smelled like rice .. But at this moment, she is too old to look in the mirror. Her hair is as white as plum blossom and her skin is as black as mud. The wrinkles on her face are staggered village roads, and her tired eyes are dry ponds. Every month I go back to the village to see her and bring her food and clothes.

Later, my father passed away, and I took my mother to the city, thinking that my hometown could fade out of my mind. Actually, my mother is like a walking dictionary of my hometown. Today, I talk about rice fields, tomorrow, I talk about vegetable fields in Landiantang, and the day after tomorrow, I talk about Chinese fir in Daijiawan. Every ridge and every corn is engraved on the hard disk of her memory, which can neither be deleted nor overwritten. A villager who once criticized her went to town. Without speaking Mandarin, she asked about the villager's residence and invited him to her home for a grand reception. As long as she can hear one or two news from her hometown, she is very willing to forget her hatred. Whose cow gave birth, she would laugh for most of the day. If she heard that an old man in the village had passed away, she would hide in the corner and quietly wipe her tears.

One day, the tall and short mother suddenly fell ill, and her iron body finally could not resist the consumption of time and gradually returned to the flesh. She was never hospitalized and never took medicine. She was forcibly taken in by the hospital and had chemotherapy. She was lying in the hospital bed, shrinking smaller and smaller, and finally only a skeleton was left. She fainted and woke up, and even though the pain was like this, she murmured the name of her hometown. The night before she died, I didn't know where she got the strength, so I suddenly sat up in bed and asked my sister to carry her back to my hometown overnight. I don't want to meet her wishes, but there is no pain-killing needle, no standard bathroom and no temporary rescue in the valley. Therefore, before she still has life, I can only harden my heart and leave her in the county hospital, completely ignoring her dependence on her hometown.

Mother returned to her hometown in a pouring rain. I was afraid that the rain would cold her body, so I covered a plastic sheet on the new grave. When my mother left me completely, my hometown suddenly came over, looking so powerful and comforting. My hometown, like my grandmother, finally held my mother in my arms.

In October this year, when I returned to my hometown, I saw that my mother had turned into a piece of grass, spread on the ridge of Nanzhu Bay. I stroked the meadow and carefully looked at my hometown. I found that the sky was bluer than in the past, the trees were taller than in the past, the cows were stronger than in the past, and the corn on the hillside was bigger than in the past ... The villagers who had been "paused" by my memory all moved, and the wrinkles on their faces and the white hair on their heads were so eye-catching for the first time. I finally understand that my hometown has replaced my mother. Where there is a mother, it can relieve pain and heal, and it can tie the wandering and turbulent mind.

Fragrance in Memory

With the flood of educated youth, she came from Shanghai to a verdant mountain village in Jiangsu as a primary school teacher.

When I left home for the first time, I was only 17 years old, and I was still childish. Qier's short hair was golden in the sun, his face was flushed in the white, and he smiled shallowly.

Children in a small mountain village have never seen a female teacher with such pure fragrance, especially the youngest in the class, Doudou. It's like drinking ecstasy soup and instantly falling in love with this female teacher in the mountain village. He has never been naughty by playing tricks on others. Since the day he met her, he seems to be a different person. Xiao Doudou's shyness, shyness, sweetness and happiness are increasing day by day, and his mouth is full. Because he can look at his fairy sister from morning till dark every day, Xiao Doudou began to look forward to school excitedly, and carefully remembered every word that flowed from her mouth and every expression on her face.

What makes Xiao Doudou intoxicated and dizzy most is that every time his classmates go home from school, he is the youngest and always lags behind. When I got home, it was all dark, which made my mother always look out at home. Since she came, in order to let everyone get home early, and Xiao Doudou deliberately spoiled him, she always spoiled him behind his back all the way. She liked this lively and lovely little boy. This is the happiest moment of Xiao Doudou's day. She was softly carried on her back, leaning on her shoulder, smelling her hair, vaguely seeing the starlight when she was half asleep and half awake, being swayed by meteors passing through the night sky, and listening to the laughter of her friends and her all the way intermittently. Doudou, I really hope this road will never end. I used to be afraid of the long road at night, because of her, it became magical and full of warmth.

until one day, the whole village rushed to the river in panic, and the little peas playing on one side were caught and unconsciously rushed to the river. I heard someone say something was wrong, dead! Xiao Doudou was flustered. Some people said that the river near the village was flooded and the bridge was washed away. There were just two naughty children on it. The passing female teacher rushed up to pull two children, and when the children landed, she was almost one step away, and the bridge was ruthlessly washed away. What Xiao Doudou heard all over his ears was this statement, which was repeated and confirmed little by little along the way. Xiao Doudou didn't believe it, but the panic in his heart began to swell. As soon as I got to the river, I saw the crowd surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. Xiao Doudou's legs went soft unconsciously and he sat down underground. He crawled through the adults' legs and saw her motionless and pale ...

She was found by the villagers a few days later, and some villagers spilled some inferior toilet water on the stale bodies. Pale, she mixed with the smell of toilet water, which became an indelible heart disease in Xiao Doudou's memory. From then on, Xiao Doudou can no longer smell the smell of toilet water, except that he can't stop spitting, which is endless heartache.

Shanghai educated youth, just like this, rested on the grassy slope of the mountain village at a young age, facing a river of spring water, smiling shallowly and looking at the small peas growing up slowly. On the way to school every day, Xiao Doudou often comes to sit beside her and talk to her in private. After a long time, she became a small Doudou's endless thoughts.

When Xiao Doudou grew up to be a big boy and came to Shanghai, the hometown of educated youth for the first time, he finally couldn't resist the impulse and walked around the streets all day, looking for it! Finally, I gave up exhausted. In his twenties, he failed to find her who stayed in memory and was less than twenty fragrant.

Doudou, who is over forty, always talks about her hometown, but she still can't forget the female teacher in the mountain village. A wish that has been buried in my heart is: when I get old, I will go back to the mountain village to watch her and accompany her, so as not to let her be lonely and cold in a foreign land ... < P > Real people, real things, are moving like stories.