My mother was kind, hardworking, and virtuous all her life, and she especially loved her children.
Mother is unfortunate.
She often tells me that she was brought to our Chen's house in 1952 by her father in an eight-car sedan chair.
When I married her, the scenery was very magnificent! Unexpectedly, there are unexpected events in the sky.
In 1954, after two years of marriage, my father went out. Since then, my mother took me, digging wild vegetables in the mountains and begging along the village.
How young she was then! It's like a flower like a jade, it should be a happy youth time! She was leading me to struggle in the mountains, and a letter from my father who was outside the mountain flew back from the mountain and divorced my mother.
My mother told me later that if I were a boy, things might be better. My poor, thin and kind mother, crying faintly, she was throwing her hair out of her head and was throwing herself into the river for a lifetime. It was my grandfather who tried so hard to persuade her to change her mind.
My mother is kind and gentle, but I lost her. When I was three or four years old, I experienced the pain of life and death.
In 1956, because her mother had no job, she had to remarry and married a car driver who was equally kind-hearted.
At first, I was lucky. My remarried mother lives in a small town not far from the elementary school where my grandfather and I live. I can still come to see me every few days and see the grandfather who lives with me.
Grandfather is a lonely person for half his life, because grandmother passed away early.
That was 1958, I have grown to six years old. My grandfather took me and lived in a room on the side of the gate of the elementary school. My life was very difficult, but it was still peaceful.
In the summer evening, news of acting came from the town,At that time, it was usually performed in Beijing opera and Chu opera. Actors in ancient costumes are sticking around on stage, singing dramas that I don't understand. I am not interested, but my grandfather is watching them with gusto.
In that era, seeing costume plays was the most luxurious entertainment. What else to see in the small town in that remote area? Therefore, as long as I heard that there is a theater troupe in the town, my grandfather will definitely go there.
After dinner, the heat of the day is slowly receding from the boundless fields, the quiet Dasha River, the dense woods, and the horizontal and vertical ridges, and the evening breeze is blowing the last touch of the rural land in the sunset. , The crowds from the three villages and five ridges around the town rushed to the empty field in front of the Xitou stage of the town.
Some of them are real fans who understand the drama, and most of them are actually on the go.
On the one hand, "watching a movie" itself contains the element of watching the excitement. Isn’t that what is said-the insider sees the doorway, the outsider sees the excitement; on the other hand, those generations face The peasants with the loess back to the sky and the businessmen in the town who are guarding their own shop and the pots and pans, who do not yearn for spiritual relaxation and pleasure?
Even if you can't read the drama, look at the colorful actors and the stage with the same colorful costumes, and buy a package of melon seeds and sit in the clang of gongs and drums. It's quite pleasant to enjoy!
Besides, even if you don’t buy that package of melon seeds and come to this lively stage, you can always see one or a few relatives and friends who have been away for a long time. In an atmosphere of excitement, joy, and excitement, reflected in the dazzling and hot glare of the big horse lanterns on the stage, holding hands and patting shoulders, there will be endless happy words in your hearts, everyone's faces. There must also be red light on the face like a spring breeze.
Ever since, there are always crowds of people watching theaters, just like celebrating a festival.
I don't know if my mother will come to catch the excitement, I am very eager to see my mother. The town is just that big, from the east end to the west end only tens of meters long.
I thought of my mother at that moment, thinking that she might still be busy in a dark space like the bottom of a pot in the only wooden hut the size of her tofu block in town Some housework.
My mother's appearance is just a blurred back in my eyes, because she is so beautiful.
Beautiful things will never belong to me, they will always disappear in front of me, just like the sad soft white clouds under the blue sky disappear in an instant...
follow my grandfather to see In the drama, I was jumping for joy along the way. The word "watching an opera" is also a stimulant for me, making my whole nerves jump suddenly; it is also a piece of glutinous rice candy, which immediately makes my heart sweet and greasy!
At that time, the theater was watched in the open air. On the huge open space, the theater crew came in advance to tie up the stage and set the lights.
Under the clear sky of summer night, the beautiful platform is like a dazzling lighthouse in the vast ocean, illuminating everyone's hungry eyes and warming everyone's barren heart. Just because I was watching a play on the open field without any barriers, I had to carry a bench and rush forward excitedly behind my grandfather.
This bench is the only stool in the hut where my grandfather and I live.
My grandfather sits on this stool year after year, preparing lessons, correcting homework, teaching me how to prepare and post... In the cold winter night, under the dim oil lamp, my grandfather has long been lying on the bed. Here, because it was Saturday night, my grandfather took a rare break from the exhausted body that had been tired for a week, and I was still sitting on this stool, reading with my grandfather's stern and loving eyes.
I am always restless when I sit on a stool. While reading the text, I shake my buttocks vigorously, hoping that the bench can swing me up like a swing.
But this stool is as stable as a grandfather's temperament. Alas, I had to read aloud, venting all my power in the aloud reading, so that the temple-like small school would jostle and sway in my voice...
Unknowingly, the country road has been Left behind.
We entered the street of the small town, and our figures immediately merged into the stream of people who also rushed to the theater carrying stools. By the time my grandfather and I arrived at the theater, the theater was already crowded with black people.
The stage is brightly lit,The gongs and drums are noisy; the civilians and military commanders have already appeared on the stage and entered the plot.
Put down the stool and squeeze in the crowd. We put the stool in place, and grandfather started to watch the play with his head down. At first, I was still able to look at the "officers and soldiers" who were playing with dancing sticks. Sometimes I was attracted by the pretty, pink and flower-like faces disguised as little ladies, and cast very curious eyes. Within a moment, I couldn't stand the long meditation.
So my grandfather got up to the periphery of the crowd and bought me a big vegetable melon for me to eat. At that time, as long as there was an acting, there would always be people selling melons, cigarettes and seeds around the periphery of the theater.
The peasants around are very large. In remote towns, there are no apples, bananas, etc. The cabbage is the best fruit, followed by sugarcane and water chestnuts in winter.
This is the midsummer season, and Da Caigua was only willing to buy it for me when my grandfather was in the play.
Grandfather handed Huang Chengcheng's big vegetable melon to my hand, and he watched the show with peace of mind, and I lowered my head and ate the vegetable melon. The enticing aroma, sweet juice, and tender meat of Dacaigua make me enjoy it with relish.
Fortunately, the dense crowds of people all around were obsessed with the talented, beautiful women, emperors and generals who shuttled in and out on the stage, and the endless chords and the prolonged drama covered my mouth in the dark. With the sound of gnawing and chewing melons, I was greedily and eagerly gnawing at that big vegetable melon as if I had never eaten fruit before.
Three hits five to two, a big melon on the stage of the music sometimes excited, sometimes lingering talk, quickly entered my stomach. After having a full stomach and bouncing for a day, I quickly fell asleep during the " lullaby " played for me on the stage. I slumped on my grandfather's arm and sank into a sweet dream.
Maybe because of the hot weather, my grandfather pushed me up from time to time and told me to sit on the side instead of touching him.
I was tilted up and down, just like this being pushed by my grandfather from time to time, but I was too sleepy,The deep sleepiness cannot be interrupted in the slightest.
Only when I was waking up by urine, would I whisper to my grandfather: "Grandpa, I want to pee!"
Grandpa sometimes takes me out of the court, sometimes I can't get out, so I just get off the bench." As soon as "Chilli" slipped to the ground, squatted in the crevices, and squatted in the dark, it was resolved by "crushing".
The dark night hides my little figure and hides my helpless behavior, haha, like a hibernating little hedgehog , after urinating, I quickly sank again in an awkward manner. In a sweet dream.
I don't know how long this "play" has been sung. When my grandfather pushed me awake, it seemed that the night was deep, and the blinking stars in the sky seemed to be tired. The crowd got up one after another, shouting, huddling, colliding, and then dispersing.
The night's "conquest" and "screaming" on the stage finally subsided, and soon they were left behind by people.
At that time, I was still dreaming, but my feet kept moving forward. Grandfather put the stool on his shoulders and pulled me, otherwise, I would immediately lie down on the spot like a puddle of mud, treating any place as a comfortable bed.
The streets of the small town were quickly left behind in the darkness, and my grandfather and I walked down the country lanes again.
Various night bugs are desperately pulling out different tones due to heat, and the sound of frogs in the field is full.
On a moonless night, the calls of insects and frogs can’t make me brave. I dared not walk behind my grandfather. I wanted him to protect me. So I was timid to awaken a part of my mind. I drove home, I was afraid that some ghosts would appear in the empty darkness around me, because I often hear the adults talk about all kinds of creepy ghosts, ghosts, and so on.
finally got home, I don't know how I got in, I don't know how to get into bed, and I don't know what dreams I have.
It seems that I dreamed of my mother. My mother seemed to be watching a play, and I was sitting next to her.
No matter how hot,Mother didn't push me away, but let me lean against her gentle breast, with one arm around me, and the other hand fanning the small folding fan with the picture "Seven Fairies Down the World" she used to fan me. , To drive me away mosquitoes flying around...
One day, I was ill. After my mother knew about it, she ran over to take care of me, regardless of the family's work. My mother couldn't let me go, and never forgot about me.
After my mother stayed for two nights, my illness was cured and she was going back. I could only watch my mother leave with reluctance.
Later, my mother came again and brought me and my grandfather many local products from the countryside, and I hurriedly met.
The year I graduated from junior high school, I was sixteen and went outside to work.
At the end of 1969, I took a family leave and returned to my hometown Qichun, where I had been away for a few years. My mother was ecstatic when she heard the news of my return. I spent another happy time with my mother.
Mother’s life is a book that will never finish. How can my clumsy pen tell her ups and downs; mother’s virtue is a huge spiritual wealth, which I can’t inherit from mediocrity; mother’s The soul is a piece of white and flawless jade, and the dazzling brilliance will always shine in my heart.
Thousands of mothers did it, and my mother did it too; what my mother did, tens of thousands of mothers could not do it.
Mother has never preached to her children in a straightforward manner. There is no simple and rude beating or spoiled pets. Some are just the spring breeze that melts snow and snow, the dripping spring that nourishes the hot summer soil, and the frustration of harvesting the fruits of autumn. Sweat, dispelling the raging fire in the harsh winter.
In a word, the mother bred her children with her most unpretentious, purest, magnanimous and selfless and noble love.
I have already been a mother of two children, and I always want to follow in my mother's footsteps, but the ruthless fact has been confirmed: everything has to be learned from scratch.
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