Mother's "8" 48 -year dowry

Baby: Three draw tables

Baby owner: Wu Yuanjie

Location: Wutan Village, Huayong Town, Liyang County

This jujube red three -draw table is a mother's dowry. After 48 years of baptism, it is still shining. The past 48 years have turned into mottled at the table, carrying the energy of life, and firmly remembered in our hearts.

Forty -8 years ago, the mother and father had settled the marriage by the media, and the uncle who was seriously ill began to prepare dowry for the youngest daughter he loved. My mother has been working hard since she was a child. She ranks the least among the five sisters. My father loved her particularly. There was only one thing that did not follow my mother. The mother has been thinking about studying, but my father stubbornly believes that the girl can not show up to study, which has become the biggest regret in the mother's heart. The aunt fell down the two pots of the two pots in front of the house, and asked me to give my mother a three -draw table, a cabinet and a box as a dowry. But my uncle, who had already become a family, resolutely disagreed. He thought that my mother's mother -in -law was too poor, and how many things to accompany would be sold in the future. No matter how my grandmother persuades, my uncle disagrees. Finally, under the persuasion of my second uncle, I promised to make a three -draw table. I was the best carpenter at the time of Tiemu Society, especially the carved flowers.

It is said that when my second sister gave my mother this three -draw table, I didn't want anyone to help with her hands. I was particularly attentive. I used the painted red paint to paint the three tables over and over again. Listening to my mother said, on the day she got married, her grandmother and Erga lifted the red three tables to the welcoming car, and repeatedly told her to live well in the future, and she must live a good life. It didn't take long for the mother to marry, and the aunt died. This three -draw table became the only thought left by the grandma to the mother.

When my mother married my father, that day was really poor. His father is the eldest son of the family, and there are 7 siblings. Every day, the mother gets up to work in the production team. When she returns home, she drinks bitter slag porridge that has been stirred like water. She can only endure it. Bitter tears. In the spring of 1980, the mother who had been pregnant for more than 8 months was hungry to walk on the wall. The neighbor asked my mother to sell the three tables to his house.

In 1982, the rural implementation of the family co -production contract responsibility system, the land was divided into the household, the mother and father had their own small family, relying on hard -working hands, life was better year by year. Happiness again. When I came back every day, my mother was busy cooking, and my father took four of our sisters and brothers, sitting in front of the three -draw table to tell a story, and the mother listened to it.

In a blink of an eye, in 1987, the mother finished the wheat broadcast, and she helped her to nail the tatto to make money with her father. She had another expectation in her heart because I was going to elementary school after I was autumn. After I went to school, this three -draw table became my special desk, and my mother put it brand new every day. In the evening, when I was doing homework, she sat next to her, looking at me while she was holding the soles of the shoe, her face was full of smiles. She didn't learn from her, her daughter was on, and the satisfaction in her heart was overflowing.

As the spring breeze of reform and opening up has spread across the north and south of the river, the mother and father have also become the tide of the times, and they have started hard entrepreneurship. The days of entrepreneurship are very bitter. Mother encourages us to read well. Only by reading a good book can we have a way out. This three -draw table has always been accompanied by my elementary school and junior high school and successfully admitted to the normal school. On the desktop, the traces of candle oil are full of candle oil, which records more than 3,000 nights that my mother accompanies me to study hard; the drawing in the drawer is the greatest comfort for my mother. The hard -working people are reluctant. Our family has become the first "10,000 yuan households" in the village. In 1996, my father developed the rural economy and was rated as "rich and capable" by the town government. There is an extra telephone on the table. We also realized the wishes of our mother. After my teacher graduated, I became a primary school teacher, and my brother and sister were admitted to college.

After years, many years have passed, and the family of four sisters and brothers have changed dramatically. They all buy houses in the urban area and work hard in ordinary posts. Life is very stable and happy. Parents' later life is also very happy. The construction environment of the new rural areas is becoming more and more beautiful, the living conditions are getting better and better. Put in a prominent position at home. Mother's dowry — 三. This is her spiritual sustenance of her loved ones, and she also carrys full of happy memories.

In the summer evening, I wiped this three -draw table with my mother again. With a bit of bitch for so many years, my mother said with emotion: "This is really a happy era!" Yeah, this is indeed a The era of happiness. (Wu Yuanjie)

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