Recommended reading ｜ Another autumn

—— "村.” "Series of 33

□ Li Donghong

After get off work yesterday, the streets on the streets of Zhengzhou walked home on the tree -lined road on the side of the road. Suddenly, a leaf fell on the shoulder, and then fell to the ground. It's because I just passed by, the leaves are waiting for me.

Oh, it's one year again. Speaking of autumn, there is a lot of memory.

It was an autumn. When I was in high school, I went home on weekends. As soon as I entered the house, I shouted, "Mom, I am out of school."

There is no previous response, no usual phrase, "The child is out of school, the mother cooks for you." The courtyard is lonely and silent, the mother is not there, and the sister and the big sister are not there. Only the pomegranate tree in the southeast corner of the yard is there, and several huge pomegranates hang on the branches.

At the time of wondering, the sister -in -law of the East Court came to the house. "Dong Hong, the mother -in -law went to the ground to fertilize the corn at noon. I am afraid that no one at home is anxious, let me wait for you at home and cook for you. "

Too late to think about it, I hurried to ride a bicycle to the hospital in the town.

On the bed, the mother lost her liquid and fell asleep, her hair was a little messy. The original fair face was a little dark, and a few sweat stains were covered with a gray top. Mother is too tired.

Seeing me, my sister pulled me out of the ward. The sister said that these days were very hot. Mother, big sister, and her fertilized corn. The corn field was densely windy. In addition, her mother was tired for a few days, and she fainted in the cornfield. The doctor said that the mother is a heat stroke.

Back to the ward, the mother woke up, "Child, you are here, your mother is okay."

I sat next to the bed, raised my mother's hair with my hands, gently, "Mom, don't talk, take a good rest for a while."

After the infusion, the doctor prescribed some medicine and said that he could go home. In the evening, we pulled back home with a grid with a rack car. At that time, I secretly made up my mind: When I was admitted to college to participate in the work, I must pick up my mother and no longer let the mother suffer.

That is also a autumn.

During the summer vacation of Zhengzhou University, I sometimes work with my mother. One afternoon, I went to the cotton land with my mother for a cotton. The mother taught me and said, "Cotton needs to take a cross, and the excess branches are knocked off, the cotton will be more, and the output will increase. Can sell more money. "

I learned carefully with my mother, and I learned it after a while.

"You don't do it often, don't be tired, leave, take a while and rest for a while", about an hour after about an hour, mother said.

In the small river in the north of the village, there are not many rivers and clear. Sitting under the shade of the river, the trees kept crying, and occasionally blowing a breeze, a little coolness.

"Mom, in order to support me to go to school, you have suffered a lot."

"The crop people can not suffer, you can go to school well, there is a mother," said, the mother said, rubbing her face with a towel on her shoulder.

"Mom, you can rest assured, I will study hard, I will support you in the future."

The mother looked back, glanced at me, and laughed.

At this time, Lao Gang in the village came over with two melons planted from him.

I hurried over and took it over and washed it in the river. Lord Lao Gang left, and my mother and I sat by the river ate melon, talking. In the river's water, the mother and son were as clear as the autumn.

That is the same autumn.

After graduating from college, I took my mother to the city from the village and lived with me. I accompanied me every day. I accompanied my mother. Although my life was ordinary, I was happy. But in the past few years, the mother was seriously ill, and the cold spring left the world 5 years ago.

The fall of 5 years ago, I returned to the village, the first autumn after the mother left.

As soon as I entered the yard, as I used to be as usual, I shouted loudly: "Mom, I'm back." There was no echo in the yard, some were just drifting leaves and clustered weeds. The autumn in the yard seemed so desolate. At this point, we woke up: Mother, really gone. Sitting alone in the yard, his eyes were full of mother and the past time.

"I know you want to mother, go to the grave and see", the sister in a village came over and said.

After eating lunch made by my sister, I went to the field of the south of the village. It was the place where the mother was sleeping. A gust of wind blew through, swaying the dandelion in the field.

Today, it is another autumn. There is no sadness in my heart, and some are just treasured memory. May the wind in autumn blow away all the sorrows of the world, and hope that the autumn sun is filled with everyone's atrium!

[About the author: Li Donghong, a native of Fugou County, Henan, graduated from the Department of Journalism of Zhengzhou University. He has successively served as editor and reporter of the Henan Daily, deputy director of the news special release department, and deputy director of the new media department. The editor -in -chief of the Henan Legal System. He has published 5 minister novels and prose collection of "Want to Watch Rain", "Anti -Corruption", "I'm a Police", "Question of Life", "52 Letters Written to Mother". Among them, "Question of Life" won the "Five One Engineering Awards" in Henan Province. .

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