Mother's eulogy

Castle peak is silent, and it is cold for nine days. The loving mother died, and the crane sang in a low voice. The voice is in the arm, and the mother instrument is eternal. Children and grandchildren are full, unable to return to heaven. Mother, in the cold early winter, our children can't kneel before you, remember the kindness of your life.

2017165438+1at 6: 30 am on October 22nd, you will freeze at this moment forever. You closed your loving eyes forever, so you left your children and left quietly. Walk so calmly, walk so calmly, walk so hastily. In fact, all our children know that you don't want to go, you have too many worries, too many disappointments and too many expectations. Since your father left, you want your children to stay with you and not be lonely and happy for a long time. However, I feel sorry for the sky. Why did the heartless disease take away everything from you?

Mother Sun Fenglan was born in the 14th year of the Republic of China (1925). He was born in a business family, and his grandfather and four brothers specialized in cloth business, with stores all over northeast China and Vladivostok. My mother took a calligraphy class when she was young. She was knowledgeable, virtuous and intelligent. At the age of 22, she married into the Liu family and gave birth to two sons and four daughters. The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is respectful and filial to parents. My father and brother are smart and studious uncles, who died of sudden illness during PE class at the age of 15. Since then, due to grandmother's excessive love, the father has developed the habit of uncompromising to his only son. My mother endured humiliation all her life, and she made a compromise to make the whole family orderly, full of vitality, warmth and happiness; Mother's life is simple and kind, and you have supported our family with the tolerance and tenacity of boundless maternal love and all your love for life; My mother abides by "three obedience and four virtues" all her life, with public order and good customs, harmonious neighborhood, virtuous and good deeds. Mom, you are the kindest and wisest mother in the world. You are persistent, tenacious, hardworking and virtuous, and will remain in the hearts of our children forever.

Time is running out, mom. You have been away from us for 35 days. Today is the May 7th Festival, do you know? In the 35 days after you left, I deeply understood a sentence. You don't know what is gone until you lose it, and you don't know what is cherished until you lose it. Do you know that?/You know what? In the 35 days after you left, I was so sad that I got sick. When I wake up at 3 am every night, I will think of you and I will burst into tears. Your voice and smile often float before my eyes. Do you know that?/You know what? In the 35 days after you left, I missed you all the time, because you loved me so much that I was heartbroken. I really regret not being with you. But it's too late. If there is a crane in the world that leads to heaven, please give it to your mother. You can send me a letter that brings me infinite sadness.

Two years ago. One day in early autumn, my mother stayed in the intensive care unit of the Municipal People's Hospital for one night due to illness. When I entered the intensive care unit the next morning, my mother solemnly said that she would be discharged from the hospital soon without spending money here. We went through the discharge formalities after consulting the doctor. I picked up my mother weighing 100 kg from the stretcher and put her in the seat of the van driven by my brother-in-law. Let my heart warm, tears are coming out, thinking about the years when I was a child in my mother's arms, I can finally hug my mother, mother, and give my son another chance to hug you. After coming home from the hospital, my mother was lying in bed, and my father took her hand and said, "Old woman, I don't think I'll see you again." Then, I cried sadly. In this way, my father took my mother's hand and always accompanied her to get better. It is also a miracle to have time with you. My parents are very simple ...

A year ago. 20 16 In the early morning of September 3rd 10: 22, the 93-year-old father lived a brilliant life with his mother's distrust. My father slowly released the hand holding my heart. In an instant, he felt the pain of losing his loved ones, and the sky suddenly burst into tears. The 92-year-old mother took her father's hand and wept bitterly. That night, my mother didn't sleep a wink. She kept chanting her father's name and left to herself. The next day, when she was dying, her mother insisted on seeing her father for the last time because she was afraid of an accident. Her son and nephew carried her down from upstairs, and her mother went to her father's coffin, looking at his calm body, touching his shroud and crying, which touched everyone in the village community. I didn't expect her to be so dependent and attached to her father. ...

Before the Spring Festival. 2017 65438+1October 28th is the Spring Festival of the Year of the Rooster, which came earlier this year. For more than four months after her father left, my mother couldn't accept the reality of her father's death. She was unhappy and taciturn all day in Lacrimosa. Mother has been immersed in excessive grief, and in an instant, she has become much older, which is very sad. The wife wants her mother to stop being sad and feel better. Before the Spring Festival, I specially selected a purple woolen coat for my mother. Generally speaking, my mother is picky about clothes and loves to be handsome. I don't think my mother likes this coat bought by her wife very much, and she can't put it down. The mother praised the clothes bought by her little daughter-in-law for being good to the guests and paid attention to her mind. Since then, my mother's words have increased, and my father showed a long-lost smile after he left. So, on the morning of the first day of the first month of the Spring Festival, my wife took the third photo of my mother and me with her mobile phone after a lapse of 30 years, but I don't know that this has become the eternal commemoration of my mother and me.

Six months ago. Because my mother missed my father so much, she was alone at home and suddenly fell ill with high blood pressure. After hearing this that night, my wife and son and I hurried home, which really startled the whole family. My brothers and sisters decided to take turns taking care of my mother day and night. I went home to see my mother again on Sunday. I met my third sister and took good care of her at home. Third sister also told me something about my mother, and I was relieved to see that she was much better. Mom always doesn't want us to worry about her, and she doesn't want her children involved. Everything she can do will never trouble her children for help. My mother always wants to keep me from coming home one after another, for fear of being distracted and delaying my work. My mother often said, son, you have done a good job in public affairs, and my mother's face has added luster ... this is what my father often said before his death. After listening, I shed tears of excitement and guilt. This is selfless maternal love, ordinary and great. After my father left, every time I went home, my mother's mental state was not very good. She always talked about her father's life. ...

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Going home to see my mother on Sunday, I pushed the door and entered my mother's bedroom. I saw my 93-year-old mother standing hunched in front of the cupboard looking at the calendar. I asked my mother, why do you look at the calendar? My mother said falteringly, "I think it will be Sunday soon, so you must come back." "Let me meet you, I always miss you. After listening to my mother's words, I was speechless and guilty, and my tears kept flowing downwards. Mother has been feeling lonely since her father left, and likes simple company, but she can't tell her children. So, my mother is looking forward to Sunday. Suddenly, I remembered a sentence from ancient times to the present, which is what parents all over the world say to their children. I remember Lao She wrote in "My Mother": "People who live to the age of eighty or ninety can be a little childish with their mothers around. Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. People with mothers have peace of mind. " The best thing in the world, I have grown up, you are not old, I have the ability to repay, and you are still healthy.

Before he died. During my mother's 23 days of illness, she kept calling my name, which broke my heart and made me burst into tears. I sat beside my mother's bed, holding her purple hand and watching her fall asleep gradually. I thought a lot and thanked my mother. You are always worried and concerned about your son. My son really didn't take care of you too much. He always felt guilty. There is a kind of love in this world, great and ordinary, like moistening things in spring rain, like a breeze on your face; There is a feeling, selfless and broad, endless, deep friendship. Motherly love is the truest and purest, and everything about it has already been integrated into the children's daily life and into the daily dribs and drabs. Maternal love is the deepest and heaviest. No matter how many ups and downs you have experienced, no matter how many misunderstandings and grievances you have suffered, your love for your children has never changed. Dante said: "There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call." Mother's love is a great and ordinary woman. She is so happy, calm and practical, but it makes the ordinary life of our family interesting. Life goes on, and the story of my mother and I goes on in ordinary life.

Farewell. Dear parents, the legendary love story has become an eternal classic. 70 years of wind and rain, parents' insistence, no language, poor food, ordinary and ordinary life. They are less selfish in love and purer in love. And purity is the guarantee of long-term love. 70 years of wind and rain, sunny days, wind, frost, snow and rain. Days passed slowly in the symphony of pots and pans, rice, oil and salt. My parents' 70-year life is bit by bit, with ups and downs, joys and sorrows. All ordinary fragments are the most beautiful chapters in life. Although all the dull days are light and thick, they have enduring charm. Those long years are a mirror that illuminates the happiness of the whole family. Speaking of my parents' love, I have too many feelings for our children to admire. My parents left us more than a year later at the age of 93. A beautiful face is not as good as a tacit understanding of mutual concern; A rich life is not as real as a simple meal; Gorgeous language is not as sincere as knowing each other. Parents' love, simple but so real, is happiness.

Today, on May 7th, my son doesn't want to express his thoughts about you in beautiful and exquisite language, but he just wants to tell you his love and gratitude in simple and plain language. Let this plain text express my son's sorrow, and let all this sorrow be self-evident. I wish my parents all the best in heaven, and I will still be your son in the next life.

The painter Liu Yutao is from Longkou, Shandong. Member of China Prose Society, director of Shandong Prose Society, secretary-general of Longkou Workshop of Shandong Prose Society, and deputy editor-in-chief of Jiaodong Prose Annual Selection Micro-publication Platform.

The essay Memories of Summer was selected in Jiaodong Prose Yearbook (20 19), and the essay The Story of My Old House's Flower Season was selected in Contemporary Prose, Overseas Digest, Selected Works of Sichuan and Shandong Prose, Jiaodong Prose Yearbook (2020) and other newspapers and periodicals. The essay "Taste of Home" was selected as "Selected Essays of Writers' Families in Jiaodong". Prose "Soul of the Mountain", "Taste of Home", "Fearless Life" and "Memory of Zhifu" were published on People's Daily Digital Network. The Story of the Flower Season in My Old House won the Best Works Award in Jiaodong Prose Annual Selection (2020) by Huanghai Digital Publishing House. The essay "Memories of Zhifu" won the Prose Writing Excellence Award of China Prose Society. His works were selected in Liu Yutao Volume of Twelve Essays in Jiaodong.

Currently, he is the deputy secretary and deputy curator of the Party branch of Longkou Museum, a member of China Artists Association, a member of Shandong Museum Association, a member of Yantai Artists Association, a director of Yantai Oil Painting Association, a vice chairman of Longkou Collectors Association, and a special painter of Bai Wan Painting Academy.

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