Text: Like water and the passing of years Picture: From the Internet, I wrote an article "Mother Who Watches Douyin in the Countryside". Today, I have seen "Mother Who Keeps Up with the Times in the Countryside". Early in the morning, the village radio rang out, "Get up and do nu

Text: Like water and flowing in the past Picture: From the Internet

I used to write an article "Mother who browses Douyin in the countryside". Today, I have seen "Mother who keeps pace with the times in the countryside."

Early in the morning, the village radio rang, "Get up and do nucleic acid. Now there are few people, don't have to queue up. After finishing, go to the field to work."

I picked up my phone in a daze, it was only five o'clock! Whether during the busy farming season or the slack season, the villagers have the habit of getting up early all year round. My mother was wearing clothes lightly, "Today, the whole nation's nucleic acid, your sister-in-law and I went to the brigade to do nucleic acid. You can go to bed and wake up before doing it." "It's only what time, you are so old, you are so active!" I muttered.

Sleeping in a daze for a while, the broadcast started urging again. Since all the nucleic acids are available, go and do it as soon as possible. When I got up and washed up, I saw smoke rising from the kitchen. My mother was back at some point and was already busy making breakfast.

When I finished the nucleic acid and returned home, my mother had already put up tables and stools in the yard, brought the food to the table, and started eating. "Recently, I often see videos of making pumpkin steamed buns on my phone. The steamed buns made in this way are yellow and very beautiful, and should be more delicious than ordinary steamed buns. I also want to try it and see how it looks." My mother told me while eating.

"You can try it, don't you have pumpkin cake ?" I casually said. Suddenly I remembered that my mother had learned to steam cakes in a bowl online, to fry fried dough sticks without alum , to pickle delicious chili peppers, and to pickle salted duck eggs with oil... I don’t know one day my mother, who is willing to study, really steamed a pot of yellow pumpkin steamed buns! I smiled and said, "It's easier to learn than young people. You are such a mother who keeps pace with the times!"

After the meal, my mother brought out another bag of wheat. The corn in the field has not been completely taken back home, and there are still a few days left before sowing wheat. This long holiday has been rainy for many days, and the sun never appears.

Mother said, "The road to the ground is a bit muddy, there is still some corn in the ground, so I can't take it home, so I'll take it to sift to sift wheat seeds ." Sitting at the gate with my mother, she used a sieve to sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sift sif I am responsible for picking , mixed in wheat grains.

We were busy with our hands and chatting about family matters. Although we were all ruined, this scene made me feel extremely warm.

I don’t know when the sun came out. After sweeping away the haze of the past, the sky became brighter and the air felt warm. The sun shone on her mother's wrinkled face, on her busy hands, on her gray hair that was still exposed in a towel. The exposed strand of white hair was a little dazzling in the warm sunlight.

Mother stood up, picked off the towel on her head, shook, and patted the soil on her clothes, "It's getting late, I'll go cook, you can pick it up slowly."

I sat quietly at the gate, looking for the wheat in a dustpan after a dustpan of wheat seeds. Before he knew it, his mother had already brought a large plate of stewed fish to the table, and then a basket of steamed buns were also served.

Suddenly, the yard was filled with the fragrance of fish and the sweet fragrance of freshly steamed buns. Looking at Huang Cancan’s steamed bun, I couldn’t help but burn it. I picked up one, broke it apart, and took a bite. The steamed bun was extremely soft and sweet. "How about it, these pumpkin steamed buns are still better than ordinary steamed buns, right? When I was kneading the noodles, I added some wine and sugar. I said on my phone that it not only tastes sweet, but also wakes up quickly."

My mother also broke a piece and put it in her mouth, saying proudly. Looking at the steaming steaming buns in front of her, she said with a little regret: "This time I put a little less pumpkin, the color is not yellow enough. People make it much better on the Internet than this! I will have experience next time."

I always think that learning online is a matter for young people.Unexpectedly, my 76-year-old mother has such strong learning ability and execution ability! My mother, who doesn’t know much literacy, must be filled with stars and seas! "This steamed bun is delicious. This is the first time I know that pumpkin can also be used as steamed buns." I kept marveling while eating.

When I was about to go home in the afternoon, the car was already full of tidying up. I picked up a plastic bag and said, "Take a few steamed buns back." My mother took out the steamed bun basket and kept stuffing it into the bag, "Take a few more, there is no shortage of this at home, you can steam it anytime you want."

Looking at my mother who is busy for me, I have always regretted that I can't be with my mother often and I can't blame myself for doing something for my elderly mother.

In fact, every time I go home, it’s not what I do for my mother, but my mother has been busy for us. She would think about what delicious food to cook for us, and would be busy picking fresh vegetables to take us home. She would constantly collect the snacks at home and put them into our car...

No matter what we do, we would not be as calm as my mother would treat us, and she would work hard outside.

Along the way, the 76-year-old mother is like a top that never stops rotating, never stops for a moment. Although she has experienced too many storms, too many hardships, and too many hardships, none of these have eroded her love for life. She still works so hard and lives so seriously every day. She interprets her deep affection for her children with her actions.

Looking at the mother in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder: What will happen to me in more than ten years? Can you still have such enthusiasm for life as a mother? May my mother in her seventies always be healthy, always be curious about new things, and always maintain a love for life!