Mother would not have wanted to come out. She was old, not well, and felt tired when she walked farther. I said that it was precisely for this reason that she should walk more. Mother nodded convincingly and went to get her coat. She listens to me now, just as I listened to her when I was a child.
The weather was fine. Spring came too late this year, too late for some old people to survive. But spring came at last. My mother survived another hard winter.
This southern early spring fields, large and small pieces of new green randomly spread, some thick, some light; tree shoots are also dense; the field of winter water is also cooing and blistering. All this makes one think of one thing - life.
My mother and I were walking in front, and my wife and son were walking behind. The little guy suddenly called out, "It's mommy and son in front too, and mommy and son behind." We all laughed.
Then there was a disagreement: the mother wanted to take the big road, which was smooth; my son wanted to take the small road, which was interesting. But it all depended on me. My mother is old, she has long been accustomed to listen to her strong son; my son is still young, he is still accustomed to listen to his tall father; wife, outside, she always listen to me. In a flash I felt the weight of responsibility. I wanted to think of a way to make both ends meet, but I could not find one; I wanted to break up the family and split it into two, each in his own way, but I was unwilling to do so. I decided to give in to my son because I had a long life with him. I said, "Take the main road."
But the mother touched her grandson's head and changed her mind, "Let's take the small road." Her eyes followed the path: there were golden cauliflowers, two neat rows of mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. "Where I can't walk, you carry me on your back." Mother said to me.
In this way, we walked towards the cauliflower, mulberry tree and fish pond under the sunshine. When we reached a place, I squatted down and carried my mother, and my wife squatted down and carried her son. Although my mother is tall, but very thin, naturally not heavy; son, although fat, after all, young, naturally light: but my wife and I are slow, steady, walking very carefully, as if my back and her back together, is the whole world.