As soon as I got home yesterday afternoon, my mother in the wheelchair couldn't wait to ask me: "Have you eaten? I don't know where you are. I'm worried that you can't have enough food, so I asked your father to call, but he doesn't call, where are you going, tell me." As she said that, my mother actually shed tears, tears hanging on her cheeks. I wiped my tears and comforted my mother. I felt guilty and self-blame. Seeing that her mother's feet were covered with dust, she hurriedly fetched water to wash her feet. My mother has been paralyzed in bed for seven years. I am busy with work, life and affairs and have no time to take care of it. I usually take care of my father who is over 70 years old. I could only go home symbolically once on the weekend, and stayed for no more than an hour, but my mother regarded the waiting for me as a day and night expectation. Looking at my mother, who had dim eyes, sparse hair, thin face and thin teeth, my heart twitched, and the past reappeared vividly.
When I was a child, my family was poor, and a family of five was squeezed into three tiled houses. Fortunately, I had little food, so the three brick ponds under the bed could be filled, otherwise I really didn’t know what to do. My mother hung the oil lamp on the bed and sat at the head of the bed to do needlework at night, while I sat on the other end and listened to my mother telling stories, telling riddles, and doing homework. The lonely night is also full of fun, as if it is today's early childhood education class. Although my mother doesn’t know much about literacy, from her story, I know the sadness of Meng Jiangnu, the Great Wall, the simplicity of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and the persistence of the day by day. Those riddles and legends from the people are like a series of inspirational lights that shoot into my poor home when I was young, and the long night is also nourished by wisdom. The poor family is becoming increasingly rich under the care of my mother. The family is well organized. No matter how small the items are needed, my mother can take them out in the shortest time. The dim oil lamp ignited my beautiful yearning for life, and the road to study was relaxed and happy. A miserable life is also simple and happy because of my mother's wisdom, and a miserable but not sad.
is in junior high school. I am more than ten miles away from home. Every week my mother prepares dry food in advance. A large bag filled with steamed buns, salted radish, leeks, , sweet potatoes, etc. The barren land in the village is famous for its radius of dozens of miles in my hometown. It has a lot of sand and thin soil, and crops are not harvested every year. Mom and dad were clearing wasteland everywhere, planting fermented seeds, buckwheat , mung bean and other shallow root crops. They were so tired that their back hurt and their legs were weak all day long. I had eye disease in my first grade, and my eyes were stinging and my head was swollen. When I lowered my head, my eyes seemed to want to fall out. When I woke up in the morning, my eyelids were bonded together and I washed them with clean water for a long time before I opened them. I had no choice but to ask for leave. At home, I feel the hard work of my parents, and the illness, I really want to drop out of school. As soon as he said that, my mother immediately burst into tears, "If you don't plant a thousand seeds, it's hard to make ten thousand loads of grain. How difficult is a crop from planting to harvest? It's necessary to germinate and unearth, and to resist the growth of unearthed, and to fight hard. If the wind is not adjusted or rain is not good, you must be motivated. You are in school, but you are relaxed. If you relax for a while, you will be loose for a lifetime." A month later, I returned to campus and quickly made up for my homework. It's still fresh in memory after 30 years. My mother, who lives a miserable life, taught me tenacity. I dare not be depressed or relaxed. My mother used her misery to prevent me from suffering.
Mom's virtuousness is famous among neighbors. She is filial to her parents and respects the elderly, and no relatives or neighbors around her dislike her. Now that I am sick, my neighbors feel very sorry, "What a good person, why do you get sick if you say you are sick?" My mother's home is often a place where neighbors chat. Mom will respond to any request if anyone has any needs. When the beggar arrives at the door of the house, his mother will definitely not give up and let him have a hot meal. My mother is good at needlework and a sewing machine has become her favorite. When we were young, our family of five was made by our mother. Under her influence, my brother and I could do a little bit of needlework and threading, both men and daughters. During the difficult years, although my family was poor, I never wore a ragged dress. People leave their names and geese leave their traces. My mother's virtues and good deeds are also exaggerated to be rich and lively.
I just started working, and my mother asked me to go out to buy clothes. As soon as I tried out the clothes, the person selling the clothes said, "You don't have to buy it anymore, the money has been stolen."I looked depressed and depressed. I got 100 yuan, but my hard-working half a month's salary, in an instant, the money flew away, without even a sound. I feel sorry, I regret it, I hate myself for being incompetent. When I got home, my mother said, "The thief is hateful, but we can't let others starve to death." She then searched through the cabinet and found money for me. My mother, who has always been life-saving, is so generous at this moment. Her simple and compassionate feelings make her forget her hatred, and her optimism deeply infects me. Even if life is miserable, she can be safe and peaceful.
Now, my mother is paralyzed in bed and is disabled in life. It all depends on the care of her father's shit and urine. When my mother was healthy, I started a family and started a business. I had never bought steamed buns for ten years, and I was also a "parent dependent". My mother is sick. Whenever I come home, she always burst into tears and asks about her well-being, as if I am a child who never grows up. My mother knew that my life was not satisfactory and she was busy at work, so she always didn't want to cause trouble for me. I wanted to help her walk around. If she couldn't walk for a while, she said, "I'm tired; if she couldn't stay for a while, she said, "You're busy, you can go." I know how contrary to her intentions, how forced and how conflicted she said, but I had to go out of the house like a choice. My mother, who couldn't move in her later years, used understanding to make her miserable life more peacefully.
Mom, a miserable mother for the rest of her life, she has used her wisdom, hard work, strength and Huida to nurture my life into lushness, but she is sad and desolate, and has never enjoyed a day of blessing. I worked hard during difficult days; my life had just improved, but I fell ill in bed. Whenever I think of it, my heart is very tight, but I can't do anything, and I hate myself for not taking the medicine. My mother said, I am not pitiful, it is the illness that allows me to rest. How light, how unpretentious these words are, how unconventional they are. Every time I see my mother, she always burst into tears and can't help but feel involuntarily. Mom is the cornerstone and devotee of my family. Today, I am also following my mother's footsteps, diligently laying the foundation and dedicating to my family and students, and the teaching world is so hard that I never tire of it. What my mother taught me was the driving force.
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Yao Hongbo, a teacher at No. 1 Junior High School, Zhangwu Town, Yiyang County, Luoyang City, Henan Province. Seeking knowledge and learning is the truest life; teaching and educating people, do what you should do.
