Wen/Zheng Chuan-Dong
It is said that the old man's legs first old, this is not true. The mother is almost eighty, the legs are still quite sharp, all day long with the gang of big men and women dancing square, never shouted bitterly called tired.
It's not that I'm not old enough, but I've got a good mindset.
In fact, the mother's aging, began a long time ago, and from the forehead to start, this is my unintentional discovery.
That day, after dinner, went out for a walk, and accidentally twisted his foot when he went downstairs. At first, I didn't take it seriously, and the next day the surface of the foot was swollen like bread, and the pain was unbearable when I moved, so I went to the hospital and took a film and realized that it was a fracture. After the cast was put on, the doctor told him to stay home and rest at ease. The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital, and I had to go to the hospital, and I had to go to the hospital, and I had to go to the hospital, and I had to go to the hospital.
I was on crutches in my wife's support, and it took a lot of effort to get to my mother's house. Seeing me like this, my mother complained that I was fifty years old, walking is still not careful, while beeping that I do not go to the hospital early treatment, this side of the bed in a hurry to organize the bedroom bed. My wife and I know my mother's temperament very well, although the rambling is a bit annoying, but know that she is heartbroken me, so they did not say anything. Mother quickly made the bed, see my wife has helped me on the bed to lie down, and then instructed my father to go to buy old hen, plus pig's trotters and bone soup to give me more nutrients, nourish the body.
My father went out, and my mother was busy looking for a casserole dish and other items for the soup.
As the saying goes, "It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. It seems to be boring to stay in bed for a period of time, since the marriage, have not had the opportunity to spend a long time with parents.
Mother has the kind of hardworking, simple and honest character inherent in the people of Yimeng Mountain, but in my teenage years, there is absolutely no such feeling. The young mother is sometimes very short-tempered, which may be related to the fact that she has lost her mother's love since childhood, and grew up in the sound of her stepmother's scolding. And when I was young, I was unusually naughty, not very good at reading, climbed the mountains and trees to pull out bird's nests, down the river to touch the fish to catch crabs is my specialty. Often just changed into clean clothes in the morning, the evening when I came home, not to wipe the dirty, or scratch a mouth, the mother was not angry, often a fist and feet, bawling, the heart of the feeling is that the mother is too cruel. Until I grew up, only to understand the mother's mood was to hate the iron. The first thing that you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need.
In fact, my mother is a handy, extremely good at keeping a house. In the early 1970s, my family lived with my father in an arsenal deep in the Dabie Mountains of Anhui Province. I and my brother's clothes are all mother's hands, and now the family still keep the "bee" brand sewing machine, and mother's foot sewing machine sewing clothes photos. My father was later transferred to Zhoushan, Zhejiang Province, where he received a monthly allowance to support his family of four, and had to send a little money back to his grandparents in Shandong Province, which made life extremely difficult. The mother has been in the stone quarry stone, in the family factory as a car worker, in the hospitality center did miscellaneous work, in order to earn a little more money to improve the family's living conditions.
The days of that time were full of fun despite the poverty. Mother raised a few chickens in the backyard of the barracks, a school, I will give full play to the "specialty", from the paddy fields or the river ditch to catch loaches, fish and shrimp to feed chickens, whenever the rice harvest is over, but also to the paddy fields to pick up some of the spilled rice to the chickens to eat, and the heart of the chicks to grow up as soon as possible, laid eggs to solve the problem. Chickens laid eggs, my mother carefully wrote down the date on the eggshell with a pencil, saved up, and so saved to a certain number of times, it will be sold to the grain station to subsidize the family, only every year on the Ching Ming Festival and our birthdays, my mother will cook two eggs for me and my brother. The two of us put the eggs into a small mesh bag woven with thread and hung it on our chests, unable to eat it for a long time.
Today, my parents have been retired for many years. My brother and I also have successful careers and live a stable life. It is reasonable to say that the retired parents should be relaxed and happy to spend their days, but because we are busy with work on weekdays, our parents will spend most of their energy on taking care of their grandchildren, starting from kindergarten, every day to send their granddaughters and grandchildren to school, rain or shine, and this is the joy.
"Let's eat!" My mother brought a bowl of hot, fragrant bone soup to my bed, then sat on the edge of the bed, head down and gently rubbed the tops of my swollen feet with her hands. I had never seen my mother at such a close distance before. The mother's head of hair was dyed by the years into a frost, forehead carved with a deep wrinkle, the lack of collagen on the back of the hand grew a block of spots, only the eyes are still clear retained the goodness and benevolence.
The wrinkles on the mother's forehead, is a road field, the mother on which the years of cultivation, nurturing home, wrinkles are hard work and labor rewarded to the mother's military medal. I was carefully scrutinizing my mother, suddenly like something hit the soft spot, felt a sour nose. I hastily tilted my head and twisted my face to the side, and at this moment, the whole cheek has been filled with tears.
Mother, my dear mother, I really want to smooth out the wrinkles on your forehead, but how can I do it?
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