Chunfeng Nanshan stays in Huiyuan, Qiuyu Qu River to tears -dedicated to my mother

Text/Mr. Wuliu

June 6th arrived again.

Looking at Gu Xiu in June 6.

The lotus in June 6 is so enthusiastic.

June 6th is also the last day of the custom of sacrificing the ancestor of the new wheat noodle dumplings in his hometown. This, the vast majority of people now really can't do it, because there are not a few foods. Maybe some people have forgotten. However, the customs of new wheat noodles to worship the ancestors are still indispensable in my house.

A heavy rain poured the ground thoroughly and cleaned it. The whole world looks particularly heavy under the surround of low clouds. It seems to remind me that remembering those memories that never forget.

Because, June 6th, for me, was once cheerful and enthusiastic. On that day, it was my mother's birthday.

A call interrupted my long contemplation. An Baihua Zhou said on the phone: "Today is June 6th. In previous years, we were all under the knees of the old mother, and I wish her a happy birthday!" At this time, we all said silently ... Essence Yes, the flowers are similar to the age, and the people are different years old. Today, in June 6, we have no reason to gather together, because the old mother has gone away from us. We can no longer be blessed to her, and we can never sit in front of the mother to the toast. But at this time of June 6th, tears flow down, and relive the memory that will never forget.

The mother left us on the last day of the lunar calendar in February 2015. That year, her old man was eighty and three, and the first seven were clear! On the day of the territory, a lot of classmates and friends came, and they couldn't even have relatives and neighbors.

My father went early, and my mother left again. I have no home to return. Since then, I have lost the title of "Youzi", because I have no one to call me a child.

In the past, my son came back on vacation. We first returned to my hometown together, walking around my mother's knees, and enjoying the mothers' gray specialties. At that time, I felt that I was still young. When I go home after my mother leaves, I can only face the burial grave of the parents, and the rays of green smoke rising after burning paper money. It seems to be blurred from the green smoke. That permanent thought!

The mother was born in 1933, and the sixth day of June was the mother's birthday. I remember when I was a kid, I often heard her story about her story. As a child, in order to avoid the sweeping of Japanese devils, he often dragged his big cotton jacket at night when he reached out and did not see the five fingers. He hid in a ravine that women and children did not dare to go during the day, scared and shivered. During the liberation war, his hometown was basically liberated areas. Basically, eating and wearing supported the front line, which was also very scarce. In the winter of the five or nine years, the Mu Shan Reservoir was repaired. The mother was a member of the lady team. The thin body of her five feet a little bit more than a fifty miles of a fifty miles and rushed to the Dam of Mushan Reservoir overnight. Work. Later, my mother was in her forty years old. It was still when I was young, and it was said to be "hungry." However, from my impression, when I have never been full, not good, and not warm, the meals are so decent, although it is full of patch. It is conceivable what the mother took to us! Since then, the mother has spent the second half of her life in the torment of her disease and life.

In my childhood, my mother was a mother -in -law in the village. It may be a simple training. It is a recognized master of everyone. In memory, the mother was often shouted at night, and hurriedly took her small bag, which contains simple scissors and gauze. Under such rude conditions, the mother can distinguish the fetal position positive or wrong, and sometimes the fetal position can be posted to the delivery. Sometimes that the umbilical cord is tangled or difficult to deal with, it is often to go to the commune hospital in person. What makes her mother the most proud is that she often says that our village and me are so big in my teens. Basically, the mother has been born by himself, and there has never been a loss. This may give our juniors a virtue! At that time, there was no compensation, and the production team seemed to not remember the score. According to the rules, Timi's people often give a towel and a soap to the mother, as if saying that they have dirty their hands and go home for the washing hands. Mothers often accept their hearts. When the mother talks with the old people in the same village, a large part of the topic is how difficult it is when it is small and what is the small life. Later, my mother became more and more timid. About I was in junior high school, my mother gradually stopped giving birth. I remember a grandmother in my five -suit, more than a dozen years older than my mother. In the afternoon of the first day of the Spring Festival, I must bring a few pieces of sugar to see my mother. She is the last batch of feet in China. It takes a lot of time to come to my house than others. The first sentence she arrived was: "Let's take a look at this big nephew, no matter how old is a child, give you sugar!" She often said to us, "My aunt and uncle in my family are your mother. Surprisingly. "In such a simple sentence, the simple" unforgettable "gratitude came out.

We have been loved by my mother since childhood, and her grandchildren are her baby. The nephew at home basically grew up in the mother's quilt.

I remember once, my mother went to Ligquan Village to visit her aunt. Long time no see, the mother of the mother ended endlessly and lived at night. As a result, the son of a elder brother who was only one year old couldn't find grandma to sleep at night, and kept crying. Quancun, found his grandmother, and the crying side stopped in grievances. This kind of story agrees to interpret the other grandson of the mother. With her grandson, her mother's hoe was basically the paradise of her grandsons, and they left until their respective families. Her soil, this interprets the happiness of the grandchildren. I remember that it should be from my youngest son to work abroad, and my mother agreed to celebrate his birthday. Perhaps the children have grown up, maybe for our chances of gathering in this big family, the mother gladly accepted the blessings of their children and grandchildren.

Facing the warm heat of the heat, with the sweat of happiness, the corner of the courtyard set up a temporary wok, the bottom of the big pot in the room rose with a steaming flame ... Whether or not the wine was drinking enough, but the classmates were poured in the bowl, then poured it. The noodles of the egg toon, the noodles, must be eaten. It is also time to become proud of the mother's annual pride, because the original noodles were carried out by the mother in person, or rolled with the help of the eldest sister.

Back to the past, many past events are vivid.

I remember the evening of the college entrance examination that year, and eight or nine students came to my hometown on a bicycle and sat on my mother's hoe, describing the blueprint, looking forward to the future, and drinking smoothly. The mother shuttled between the pot platform and the hoe, and she was really an unwavering waiter, but the happiness of the mother overflows the current! She regards each one as her son. Lao Bai did the hustle and bustle of everyone's endless joy and forgetfulness. Feed the semi -drunk runes, dry the treasure of vomiting wine, and give the love loud Shunsheng meal ... Later, the students simply fell asleep and fell asleep. In the early morning, the mother prepared early in the early morning.

Remember the first day of the first grade of elementary school. The mother who came out of the literacy class held me with my own hands and handed me to the teacher from the low stone wall. Sitting in front of a long case, since then, I started to study the way of studying. Later, some people said that after I went to school, Bankong went home to breastfeed. But I really don't remember this, it should be just a ridicule. But among my brothers and sisters, my mother's milk is the longest, but this fact is imperative.

Take a stone pen on the bottom of the mud basin and start the writing, and start with the hard loess pavement. In the early morning of winter, the road was walking in the morning before the day. In the late autumn evening, there were three or five groups of three or five in groups of darkness. The most unforgettable thing was that the mother's hot, dripping sweet potato, and the mixed grain and porridge with steaming steam.

Later, when I went to the township and villages to study, the mother gave the bags that was covered with the full baked pancakeboard and the expectations of the deep mother ...

When working abroad, every time I go back to my mother, I remember that my mother was smiling, showing endless love. Every time I left, my mother followed, and she sent out far and far ... so that the mother was very bad. Every time I left, she still insisted on standing in the wind and staring at me to go far. So I often let my brother hold my mother, and I quickly drive away so that my mother can return to the room as soon as possible to avoid aggravating asthma ...

The years flow, everything is lost too fast, and the rest can only be endless thoughts and sighs.

After my mother returned to the west, I took out the treasured fenjiu in front of the grave, which was also a little repayment of my mother -remember that every important day from the previous mother would taste a little ...

On June 6th, the mother is my unforgettable memory, permanent nostalgia! When writing these things, every sentence is also squeezed out of the words after the tears of the son. Children's clumsy pen, narrate Yongji!

Filial filial piety said:

In the first forty years, he suffered, and he got sick in the next forty years.

Rather for children and adults.

Ci En forever!

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