Mother's Frugality and Generosity
In the bustling township market, a peasant woman was holding a little boy's hand among the crowd. The woman's other arm was holding a half-new and half-old basket. Today is a street day that happens every three days. The peasant woman and the little boy came to the market early. Now the basket already contains a bag of salt, a piece of soap, a pound of cheap tangerines, and a few taels of pork. These are the things the women want to buy when they come to the street. If they buy another bag of pig feed, they can go home happily. At this time, a coal truck passed by them with its horn honking. Behind the truck, the peasant woman let go of the little boy's hand, bent down, picked up something, and quickly put it into the basket. She looked around and saw no one. Paying attention to her, he walked safely towards the store selling feed.
"Did that woman pick up someone else's wallet?" the female owner of clothes selling in a roadside shop said to a customer.
"Which one?" the customer asked.
"That, that, that peasant woman holding a little boy, I just saw her picking up something on the ground and putting it in her basket." The female boss pointed at the peasant woman and said to the customer.
"That may not be someone else's wallet, maybe her things fell on the ground." The customer said.
"Looking at her expression, she must have picked up someone else's things." The female boss said with certainty based on what she saw.
The peasant woman did not hear the conversation between the female boss and the customer. All the above words were heard by the little boy. The little boy didn't notice his mother picking up something on the ground just now, and asked in confusion: "Mom, did you pick something up just now?" "Nothing." The peasant woman replied. The little boy did not continue to ask, and followed his mother to look around in the only market in the town.
After buying the feed, the farmer woman looked at the sky. The sun was still high in the sky. She felt that it was still early, so she just went shopping casually. It was rare to go out to go shopping. The peasant woman took the little boy and squeezed into the crowd. She saw a girl of thirteen or fourteen hanging on her chest with a piece of paper and a school sign. The peasant woman searched for all the words she could recognize in her mind. After carefully identifying the words, once, twice, and with the comments in the crowd, the peasant woman finally knew that the girl was saying that she was admitted to a key middle school in the county this year, but her parents had no money to pay her tuition, so she had no choice but to She was told not to study anymore, so she came out to ask some kind person to donate some money to her so that she could continue her studies. The peasant woman understood and touched her pocket. After buying the things she wanted to buy today, she only had a few dollars left in her pocket. She wanted to save this money for a ride home. The peasant woman thought, if I donate this money to the girl, I will have to walk dozens of miles home.
The peasant woman stood in the crowd, hesitating and unwilling to leave. "Could she specifically take advantage of other people's sympathy to defraud people of money?" Various voices came from the crowd. Upon hearing this voice, people who had already taken out their money put it back into their pockets. The peasant woman looked up at the sky again, thinking that it wouldn't be too late to go back now. Thinking of this, the peasant woman strode up to the girl, put all the fare money left in her pocket into the girl's hand, and said simply She said: "Study hard." The girl quickly said: "Thank you, thank you."
The peasant woman carried the little boy on her back and walked to the door of the house sweating profusely. Back home, when the little boy reached into the basket to get some oranges to eat, he found a piece of coal as big as his little fist lying quietly at the bottom of the basket. The little boy asked in confusion: "Mom, why is there a piece of coal in the basket?" "Mom picked it up today." The farmer woman answered as she took the piece of coal out of the basket. "When did you pick it up?" "I picked it up on the street today." The peasant woman said softly. The little boy seemed to understand something and ate the oranges with relish.
The peasant woman is my mother. She used her actions to teach me love and frugality when I was a child.
Buying books for the first time
"Mom, the teacher asked each of us to bring two extracurricular books and put them in the classroom for the students to read each other." Tian Xinmin, a fourth-grade rural boy, said to his mother while having dinner.Xinmin's mother didn't answer quickly while eating. She thought for a while and then said: "Well, okay, I will buy two books for you when mom goes to the market tomorrow." At that moment, Xinmin's mother was thinking in her heart. I was thinking: What kind of books should I buy for my children? I need to buy two books, and the cheapest one costs four to five yuan. That’s the money I get from helping others carry twenty or thirty loads of coal. These days , I woke up early and worked hard at night with my sisters-in-law in the village to help others carry coal across the river, and only got 10 yuan and 32 cents. I thought that tomorrow was the market day to buy some pork and come back to add some oil to the house. Our family has been cooking for a week No meat left. When Xinmin heard that his mother had agreed to buy books for him, he happily ate his meal. Can Xinmin be unhappy? You don't know how many times he opened his mouth, but he swallowed his words again and again, because he clearly knew his family's financial situation. He usually didn't even have a dime of pocket money. He has never asked his parents about it. If the teacher hadn't said that everyone must take out two extracurricular books this time, he wouldn't have asked.
The next day, my mother really bought two brand new books for Xinmin. Not to mention how happy Xinmin was, he was happier than when he spent five cents to buy a popsicle to eat. When he went to bed at night, Xinmin put the two books next to his pillow. Xinmin had a dream. In the dream, the boy showed off the two new books in front of his classmates and said: Look, these are the new books my mother bought for me. They cost two and a half yuan each. His classmates, especially those whose families couldn't afford to buy extracurricular books, all wanted to grab the new books in Xinmin's hands, while Xinmin ran around among the desks in the classroom with the books. He ran away so that his classmates could not catch him. On the way home from school, Xinmin sang happily: Only mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure... Walking on the country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion, and the blue sky matches the sunset on my chest. , the colorful clouds are the clothes of the sunset...
When Xinmin woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. Xinmin had never slept until so late before. Maybe it was because the dream last night was too beautiful and he couldn't bear to wake up. Fortunately, today is Sunday. While washing his face, Xinmin suddenly remembered the teacher's words. If someone buys a book for you, don't forget to say thank you to them. Seeing that his mother was not at home, Xinmin knew that her mother must have gone to the village where people were digging coal to help them pick up coal and earn money. After eating a bowl of porridge, Xinmin decided to go and say thank you to his mother, even though saying thank you in the countryside seemed so foreign.
Xinmin’s mother came here very early to wait to pick up coal. She was now working hard to carry load after load of coal across the river and load it into the car. Calculating that from morning to now, we have picked up ten loads, 2 cents per load, which is two yuan. By the afternoon, we can earn back the money for my son's books yesterday. Thinking of this, Xinmin's mother felt a little happy. By accident, Xinmin's mother twisted her right foot when she was crossing the bridge. She stumbled and almost fell. The burden slipped from her shoulders and fell into the river. The clear river water was dyed black by coal, and she felt heartbroken. Min's mother screamed in surprise, squatted down and touched her right foot with her hands, but her eyes kept looking at the coal that fell into the water, her eyes full of sadness. This scene happened to be seen by Xinmin who came to see his mother. Xinmin quickly walked up to help his mother and asked anxiously: "Mom, are your feet okay?" "It's okay, it's just that the coal fell into the water. "It's gone." Mom pointed to the coal in the water and cried. Xinmin comforted her and said, "Mom, I'll help you pick it up from the river." After that, Xinmin took off his clothes and jumped into the water together. I picked up the coal from a piece of land to the river. Fortunately, there were large pieces of coal, otherwise it would all be dissolved by the water.
"Mom, let's go home." Xinmin said to his mother after picking up his clothes. Xinmin's mother, however, felt guilty and said to the coal diggers: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I don't want the money I got this morning, and I will treat it as compensation for the coal that was dissolved by the water. "Mom, let's go." Xinmin supported his mother and limped home.
After returning home and applying the medicine for her mother, Xinmin mustered up the courage to say to her mother: "Mom, thank you for buying me the book." Xinmin's mother couldn't help but burst into tears when she heard the word "thank you".
Looking back, I realized that all the kindness, simplicity and other advantages in my body were influenced by my mother’s every move while growing up. I am grateful to my mother and all the kind mothers in the world.
