Expo 13︱ Mother's love is like spring, mother's figure, warm daughter's life journey

Expo 13︱ Mother love is like spring,

Mom's figure, warm daughter's life journey

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Mom's figure (excerpts)

Author: Wu An (Vice President of the Fourth Division Branch of the Beijing New Fourth Army Research Association)

It has been 35 years since my mother has died. I often miss her, and the least unforgettable is her figure.

It was a winter in the early 1970s, and the snowflakes were overwhelming and raised. I came out of the Wuqi Gan School of the mother of Hengshui, Hebei, and prepared to return to the small village where Shanxi was cut into Shanxi to take a train to the small train station. I have come out far away. When I turning around, I want to look at the place where my mother lives at the end ... Looking back, I faintly see a small figure, standing in the snow with a motionless manner, facing me --- that is mother!

In the white snow, the snowflakes were mixed with small ice kernels on the face and body, and the scarves and coats were covered with snowflakes. She stood in a place that was different from me and looked at it. I waved my mother and hoped that she would go back; however, the small figure didn't mean to leave, and still stood there fixedly ...

My tears couldn't help but come out, and I could only wipe tears and turn around. What I felt behind me was my mother's concern and watching my affection.

Mom's figure accompanied my life.

(The whole family was in Shanghai in the 1950s)

Mom is a man who is known as the heroine, and is a strong person in front of our children. In the 1930s, as a female college student, she abandoned the comfortable life of the pride of heaven, participated in the "One Two Nine" campaign, and later participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan and the Liberation War. She finally grew into a female cadre of New China.

After I was born in the founding of the People's Republic of China, I saw that other children liked to sit in my mother's arms when I was young. I was envious, so I sat on my mother's knees. Unexpectedly, my mother seriously asked me to "sit up and sit upright" next to me. Then think about it, she actually likes me to be an independent, strong woman-she is such a person herself.

In order to work, my mother had been busy to pick me in the kindergarten until the weekend, and let me stare at the door. When I was a kid, I was full, and I went home once a week. On Saturday, the children were looking forward to the arrival of parents. I also finished lunch and ran to the gate early. The aunt called the children's names one by one, and they all went home with high and bouncing. And I was disappointed again and again ... It was dark, there were only me left in the kindergarten, and there were intimate comfort to accompany my aunt. I went home the next morning. When I grew up, I understood that my mother had forgotten because of the meeting too late. Later, my mother invited a aunt to take me on the weekend, and never forgotten. I thought my mother had only work in her heart. It wasn't until she saw her motionless figure in the snow that she deeply felt her mother's inner love and concern ...

(Mom's figure drawing/Hong Lin. Standing in the distant snow in the distance is my mother)

I concealed my parents and stole the hukou to the Moon Altar Police Station to cancel and sign up for Shanxi to close. Only after my mother knew it, I had nothing to say. She gave me a laptop and wrote three entrustment on the title page. The idea was: first, to be modest and cautious to the countryside, and learn from the poor to the poor; second, we must continue to learn Marxism -Leninism and Mao Zedong thought; third, do not talk about In love, you can't agree to anyone's pursuit, no matter who it is.

I didn't understand the third point at the time, and I was shy. I felt that I said these things early? But my mother's instructions to her daughter's instructions and farewell words, I still keep in mind.

Remember the day when I went to Beijing Station to Shanxi, my mother got up very early. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that she was already sitting on the sofa in the living room. She slowly said to me, "The Lantern Festival is cooked. In the pot, you can eat it." All aunt cooks, what is it today? Not only did her cook in person, they also got up so early. They must not sleep well at night. I went to the kitchen to see that the pot was hot, white and round, and my favorite Lantern Festival. I couldn't help but be moved. It was full of mother's love!

(Family portrait)

I said goodbye to my mother after eating breakfast -there are only two of us left at home, and my father and sister have left Beijing. I saw my mother standing up from the sofa hard, calm and laboriously, "I won't go to the station, let you send you here, remember to write a letter!" I promised, holding the box from the room to move from the room to door. Normally, a mother who is always optimistic, funny, humorous, and good at talking, even if she doesn't even say a word, I think she is crying! However, I don't want to look back, and I dare not look back, because I have never seen my mother crying. Her tears only flowed silently, and their children were invisible.

I quickly wiped the tears, closed the door gently, and left without looking back. I know, my mother can't go to Beijing Station, what should she do if she tears there? Before leaving, my mother stood in front of the sofa and said hard, and she was carved in my heart forever.

(5 people at home went to 5 places)

In the first year of the Spring Festival, we spent in the village. The Spring Festival in the countryside is very lively, and New Year's Eve is even more popular! Our more than 20 educated youths watched the bonfire burned by the family, and listened to the crackling firecrackers, and we couldn't care about the family. But the next year is not the same. There are those who leave Jizhuang to participate in the army. I have participated in the basketball team in the county ... at this time, I started to think home. However, even if he returned to Beijing, there was no one at home. Dad went to work in the May 7th School of Jilin Dunhua. For nearly 60 years old, he also climbed the roof to repair the house, and his hands and feet were full of frostbite; the mother also went to Hengshui Wuqian School in Hebei to work; the sister was assigned by Peking University from Peking University I went to a small factory in Xingping County, Shaanxi Province; I was in line in Shuo County, Shanxi, Shanxi County, and my brother went to Yanggao County, Shanxi. 5 people in the family went to 5 places.

Family? have nothing left! What will it look like in the future? No one knows ...

Only my mother's figure often appeared in front of me, making me feel very warm ...

(This article is selected from: Meizhou "Birch Forest")

Division of moving pictures: Zhou Huiling (Beijing)

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