What is the mother’s urge to be happy?

"Mom, what is the joy? Why do you need to catch two chickens, one male and one female?" I curiously followed my mother's butt and asked. "Sending a baby in your sister's belly is equivalent to giving a message to the baby in your sister's belly: It's full term, the time is just right, and the baby can come out of the mother's womb! Sending two chickens means good things come in pairs. Besides, I don't know what your sister is pregnant with right now. If it's a boy or a girl, of course you have to prepare a pair of chickens, one male and one female." The mother walked energetically on the mountain road to her sister's house, holding the snakeskin bag in one hand and the cloth bag in the other.

After climbing over the thousand-meter-high mountain from my home to Yanjing Yangjiazhai, it was all downhill. When we arrived at my brother-in-law’s house, my sister’s mother-in-law was already preparing lunch. My brother-in-law and sister heard the sound and came out of the house to take the things in our hands. The mother reached out and touched her sister's round belly: "Ah Xiong, go light some incense and set off the firecrackers." "My mother-in-law, you've collapsed from exhaustion. Sit down quickly, sit down quickly, and take a break to have a sip of tea." My sister's mother-in-law He smiled and handed a cup of tea to his mother, while taking the pair of chickens that his mother handed over.

The firecrackers are set off and the chickens are closed. During lunch, my sister’s father-in-law carefully went to the shrine, lit incense and candles, burned paper money, offered it to the ancestors, and reported to the ancestors the happy event that we had gone to celebrate. The wedding ceremony was considered a success, and my sister was rosy. Her face was filled with the sweetness of becoming a mother, and the whole family was looking forward to the arrival of a new life.

After lunch, my mother’s bag was filled with glutinous rice cakes from her brother-in-law’s family, and we returned to the village along the same route. There were noisy cicadas and hopping grasshoppers along the way. We carefully avoided the thorns growing up to the roadside and panted as we climbed to the top of the mountain. Surprisingly, when I was going down the mountain, my sharp eyes found that on a steep slope, a bag of August bombs was swinging on a miscellaneous firewood tree in the mountain wind. Autumn is the time when the wild fruits in the mountains are ripe. It’s really hard to find them without trying hard to find them. It takes no effort to get them! I walked over carefully, stood on tiptoes and pulled off the vines hard. Each fragrant August fried fruit looked like a fat baby just out of the bath, smiling at me from ear to ear.

We happily hugged the wild fruits and slid down the mountain step by step. Looking back, we saw that the mountains we had just climbed over had been smudged with a layer of mysterious golden light by the setting sun, and they were like a curtain of snow. The waterfall is pouring down from the high mountain stream, and the dense and long-green bamboo and fir forests merge into a natural ink painting of mountains and green mountains, which is so enchanting.