The Karakoram Mountain in winter is still covered with ice and snow. The blue sky is like water washing. Occasionally, a few clouds will pass by the mountain and float into the distance.
It’s the happy moment of the weekend again. I couldn’t wait to collect my phone and turn it on. The “dongdongdongdong” prompt sound kept: “Ni’er, are you busy with work recently? Is it cold? Remember to eat and wear warmly, and have a good rest!” A series of caring greetings instantly turned into a trickle of warmth and warmed my heart. Since I was in training, I can't remember how many times my mother sent her greetings. In my more than 20 years of growth, no matter how far I am from home, maternal love is always by my side.
Author's mother
My mother was once a laid-off worker. Her kindness, hard work, simple and thrifty character deeply influenced me and taught me many principles of being a person and doing things.
I remember when I was in elementary school, I went home for dinner. My mother made her best fried dried beans. Seeing a large table of hearty delicious dishes, I hurriedly put down my schoolbag and picked up the rice bowl and ate it voraciously. Because of the rush, I accidentally dropped a piece of braised pork on the ground. Seeing that I was indifferent, my mother reached out to pick up the meat on the ground, blew the dust with her mouth, and put it in her mouth and ate it. She told me: "When I was a child, I encountered a three-year drought. The crops planted in the fields were not harvested. I always had a meal at home and had a worry. Many times, when I was young, I was so hungry that I cried in the middle of the night."
Although life is better now, I can't waste it. You should know, 'Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard to do.' "My mother used simple words to tell simple truths, planted roots and sprouted in the depths of my young heart. In the days that followed, I gradually developed the good habit of thrift and frugality, implemented the "Clean Plate Action" for dinner, and never compared life with others. These good habits are inseparable from my mother's words and deeds.
After high school, I chose to live in the school because the school is far away from home. I had the feeling of early winter in northern Xinjiang in October. Unexpectedly, the winter of that year came earlier than in previous years. The wind was cold and snowy overnight, and the temperature dropped sharply to minus ten degrees Celsius. Because I did not bring thick bedding on campus, I curled up in the bed that night and shivered. The next day, the white-haired wind was still blowing, and the snow was getting heavier. Just when I felt helpless, my mother brought me cold clothes against the wind and snow.
At the school gate, when I saw my mother becoming a "snowman", I realized that in order to save fares, she set out from home before dawn and rushed to the road for more than ten kilometers. I saw that her face was purple and red with my hands, and my sad tears slid down my cheeks and instantly condensed into ice. My mother looked at me and said with pain: "Silly girl, is it frozen? "After saying that, I quickly took out the thick cotton coat from my bag and put it on. At that moment, I really felt warmth. The warmth was not only the temperature of the cotton coat, but more from my mother's love.
After going to college, I was even further away from home. Every time I went home during the winter and summer vacations, before I even entered the house, my mother prepared my favorite meal early, standing at the entrance of the village waiting for me to come back. The days at home are always so short. I cherish the little time I spent with my mother, and took the initiative to help with housework and farm work, cooking fire, pick vegetables, wash clothes, and cook. Seeing that I was busy and unable to stop, my mother felt both distressed and heartbroken. She held my hand and said, "The task of studying at school is so heavy, so let's have a good rest when I get home. "I told my mother: "You have worked hard to raise me up. When you come home, you can make me filial and do more housework." ”
After graduating from college, I chose to join the army. On the day of my separation, my mother cried and ran a long way to chase the car. Sitting in the car, I climbed the glass window and looked at my mother's shrinking figure and burst into tears. The mother and daughter were deeply in love. With my mother's love and advice, I walked into the green military camp and became a People's Liberation Army soldier.
During the training of the recruit, my training scores were once ranked low due to my fat body and slow mastery of key points. I was so strong by nature that I called my mother and cried. I thought my mother would comfort me, but I didn't expect that she criticized me severely. She said: "Since I have chosen to follow the military route, I must bravely rush forward. When I encounter such a little difficulty, I will become weak. This is not the Ni'er in my eyes." After listening to my mother's teachings, I mustered up the courage to "make a small meal" for myself. Under the guidance of the squad leader, I overcame one by one and one difficulty, and I was rated as a "New Training Advanced Individual" with excellent results.
After the second company, I became a health worker. Faced with a brand new position and unfamiliar major, I felt a "retreat" again. My mother once again gave me earnest teachings, allowing me to face difficulties and setbacks. I studied professional knowledge hard and studied medical skills seriously. I quickly competed for my position. With my superb nursing skills and thoughtful and heartwarming service, I won the recognition of my comrades.
Mother’s love is a kind of power in my growth, and this power accompany me to grow up. When I am helpless, she relies on me, when I am happy, she can share it, when I am troubled, she is positive energy, when I am inferior, she is a heart-willing agent, she is the light of hope in my life, which makes me feel warm and powerful. This is maternal love, I will spend my whole life cherishing and caring for her.
Wang Zhaojun, from Wujiaqu, Xinjiang, graduated from Chifeng University, Inner Mongolia, and joined the army in September 2020. He is versatile, likes to read and practice writing, loves literary creation, expresses emotions through singing, and is praised by his comrades as "a naughty man in the army".
Article compilation: Yuan Kai Li Pei
Editor: Han Guangning Proofreader: Zhou Yun
Source: Hongshan Literature New Media
