Women are like flowers. Or elegant, or simple, or flower fragrance, or fresh and elegant. My mother in my heart is that beautiful gerbera.
In our countryside, every family has its own small garden, in the spring, like flowers in the family, will leave a small area, used to plant flowers. Mom in the front of the garden, opened up nearly 2 square meters of space, a spade and a spade to turn the soil, and then a small rake to break up the soil, on all sides of a good ridge, watering, the next day with a small shovel, shoveling out a ditch, evenly sprinkled with a thin layer of pre-mixed farm fertilizer, and then sprinkled with the flower seeds, gently covered with a layer of soil on top of it, a small amount of water sprinkled with a sprinkler, which completes the entire process of planting the flowers. The mother of each program is very serious, solemn, like in the conduct of a ceremony.
More than ten days later, the seeds sprouted and broke through the ground, and the mother treated her seedlings as if they were babies, watering them with a small sprinkler, gently, for fear of disturbing them. The seedlings grew day by day, leaving their own home planted, mother will give the rest of the seedlings to the neighbors. Mom planted flowers called broom plum, rose pink, light pink and white, yellow stamens, a single layer of petals, simple but not boring, the leaves are thin, only a few millimeters wide, but green crystal clear. Broom plum, although the name is not elegant enough, but close to life, feel kind.
Until the last few years, I did not know that it has a meaningful and poetic name: gerbera. The gerbera plant is high, forked, low environmental requirements, as long as there is an inch of land, even if it is dry, hard, barren, it can bloom, even in the fall of the other flowers are fading, it is still open lively and angry.
Hometown of Dongliao River on both sides of the embankment planted patches of gerbera, with the river stretching far away. From a distance, the silver river is like a ribbon, the beautiful gerbera is like a colorful lace on the belt. In the evening, walking on the embankment, the afterglow of the Liaohe River water sparkling gold, Gesang flowers are also in the sunset reflection more and more fascinating, so you as if stepping into the heaven on earth, relaxed and happy!
No one watering also grow lush, no one to appreciate, but also bloom as scheduled. Gerbera in my childhood memory is so ordinary, but so gorgeous. When I know that it can also defy the harsh environment in the plateau bloom, on the gerbera flowers and a more reverence.
Every mother is beautiful! In a child's heart, the mother corresponds to a beautiful flower. My mother is that beautiful gerbera, with her love warm and moisturize my life. My mother is as simple and beautiful as a gerbera flower, and as tough and tenacious as a gerbera flower.
The mother is young, eight villages in ten miles of the famous beauty, face pretty, well-proportioned, the mind is also very clever, but because of the grandfather of the son, 16 years old dropped out of school to earn labor, for their own four-year-old second brother to go to school. I'm not sure if you've ever seen a woman with a high school diploma or a high school diploma, but I'm sure you've never seen a woman with a high school diploma or a high school diploma, and I've never seen a woman with a high school diploma. The mother said, she was tired every day, but as long as the slightest leakage of a little tired, the grandpa will be black face, the mother cut the sorghum broke the hand, and did not dare to say, continue to go down the ground, a work has not been delayed.
The mother was 20 years old when she was married to her father by a matchmaker, who had only met her a few times. The mother's character is cheerful and loves to talk and laugh, the father is mute, the difference in looks is very disparate (good in our four siblings look like mother, fortunately, this article dad can not see, haha), the parents' order is difficult to violate the times, the mother is like a gerbera flower adapted to the barren land, at ease with the father and the hard life, while enduring a few aunts of picking and choosing, while enduring a crazy mother-in-law's irrationality, I heard that the mother-in-law is not a good person. The father was abetted by a couple of sisters at the time and also hit his mother more than once.
I don't know how my mother got through those gray days, but after she was rescued from the river once, she looked at her children who were crying and never thought of taking the easy way out, and she said that the four of us were her hope, and that she wanted to live a good life, and that she'd rather suffer on her own body than on her face, which was my mother's simplest view of life, and which I y recognized and inherited from my brothers and sisters.
Although my father's temper is stubborn, he is a man of honor, patient and capable of suffering, coupled with my mother's thrift and wisdom, my family's life is getting better and better every day, and my younger brother and I, through our hard work and study, have come out of that barren black land, and become the pride of our parents and the role model of the children in the village.
Now 70-year-old mother due to years of overwork, frail and sick, a few years to do four general anesthesia surgery, and now every day to endure the rampant torture of cancer pain, the most difficult time, almost the whole night can not sleep, intense and spaced out abdominal pain (mother suffered from rectal cancer) is very human to imagine, the mother is sometimes lying on her stomach, and sometimes half-kneeling, and just got sleepy, but once again, I have to run to the bathroom. The mother was not able to run to the bathroom, a few days down, the mother lost a lot of weight, the eyes are not rich in the past glory, but as long as the pain is slightly relieved, the mother will cook, laundry, go to the square and companions to dance and do gymnastics, movement light, rich in charm, or so beautiful, no one knows that the mother is a cancer was tortured for five years of the patient.
Mother is the family's merit, to see the children of my brother and me, last year my son got into the nationally renowned 985 key colleges and universities, nephews with excellent results in the best local junior high school, if the mother's health is better, life is nearly perfect, but the mother is very content, but also very thankful, she said, to live a day to be happy day to live the spirit. When my mother said these words, I suddenly thought of my mother as a child, planted gerbera, the more the environment is bad, the more brilliant gerbera.
Gesang in Tibetan is the meaning of happiness, Gesang flowers are auspicious flowers. I heard that in Tibet there is a beautiful legend: no matter who, as long as you find the eight petals of the Gesang flower, you will find happiness. Mother, you are the children's life of the eight-petaled Gesang flower, trials and tribulations in the strong, wind and rain in the bloom, you taught us to create their own happy magic.