For a long time, I've been wanting to write an article about her, but for reasons that I don't know how to put down, I haven't been able to finish it yet.
My mother, single name a "chrysanthemum" word, temperament and this chrysanthemum is extremely similar. My mother said that because my grandfather loved chrysanthemums, he named my mother "Chrysanthemum".
My mother is the eldest daughter of the family (my great-aunt died of leukemia when she was 18 years old) and has a younger brother and sister. Because my sister-in-law was not well, my grandparents always gave her too much attention and care. My mother knew how to take care of the family from that time on, and she often used her time after school and on weekends to work on a sand-screening project contracted by someone else on the riverbank, and then used the money she earned to buy her younger siblings stationery and clothes.
Sometimes I often think, compared to my mother, my childhood seems to be a lot happier, although my mother did not give me a life of fine clothes and food, at least for her, I have always been regarded as the heart of the baby. And that alone is enough to keep me in mind for the rest of my life.
My mother married my father at the age of 22 and gave birth to their first child, me, two years later. She once said that the intense pain during labor almost made her faint. It was the beginning of winter, and there were a few dead leaves about to fall on the trees outside the maternity ward, and the faint light from the sun shone through the glass window on my sleeping face, and my mother felt that her world had been surrounded by this little one.
Last year, when I returned home from Beijing for New Year's Eve, I reopened the big metal box in my desk drawer and once again looked at the yellowed photos of me and my mother. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about. I pulled her to sit down on my bed and handed her these photos, "Mom, look, we used to be here.
Mother took them slowly and scrutinized them. This one, is the year you were six years old, our first time in the hanging drum view of the photo together. The photo of a thin woman leaning against a pine tree, wearing a big red tweed blazer, high-collar black cashmere sweater, ink-blue rough pants with a pair of the most popular white travel shoes at the time, her left hand holding a chubby round-faced girl, flush . Thin bangs, colorful rubber bands connected by braids, wearing a big red doll collar jacket, nylon pants and a pair of white travel shoes.
Nowadays, I am old. Mother's shallow said.
No, you are still so beautiful in my eyes. I took her hand in mine and looked at her and said.
You have grown up, mom can not be old. She said as she pushed my bangs behind my ear.
Mom, thank you for giving me life and letting me be as beautiful as I am now. I said leaning on her shoulder.
Silly child. I was so happy to see you," she said, laughing.
That afternoon, I talked to my mother a lot, and the sunset outside the window sank a little, and eventually disappeared completely.
From the university after, rarely able to sit together with the mother like this chat, about life, about feelings, or about my dream. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've had a good time. I'm not sure if I've ever been to the same place before, but I'm sure I've been to the same place before, and I'm sure I've been to the same place before, and I'm sure I've been to the same place before, and I'm sure I've been to the same place before.
My mother is fond of knitting, home sofa sets, cushions, and even when I was young, I wore a sweater is a needle and thread knitting out of the neighbors are envious of her a pair of hands, and from time to time with a needle and thread come to the door of the child to my mother to ask for advice.
I still remember my sweater was full of her masterpieces, rabbits, butterflies, cats, rent, flowers and so on, so many different patterns, so much so that in school even my children and teachers would unconsciously ask where to buy this, it's so beautiful.
At that time, I would always be happy to say that this is my mother's hand-knitted. They all envied me for having a mother who could knit all kinds of beautiful patterns.
My mother's cooking is also surprisingly good, color, aroma, taste, hemp, spicy, fresh all the time to challenge our taste buds. Every time I rushed home from Beijing, my mother always asked me in advance about my return date, and then went to the supermarket to purchase fresh vegetables and fruits to make delicious meals waiting for me.
A few days after my return home, my mother would always play a hand in cooking next to her, and when I couldn't wait for the freshly cooked dishes to come on the table, I would always grab a piece of it with my hand and stuff it into my mouth, and my mother would say, "You're ah, like a greedy cat, don't grab it with your hand and let people see how bad it is."......
I would always show my face to enjoy the happy look of food, and say, "You are a good person. I will always put on a happy face to enjoy the food and say, "Mom, you are doing a great job of cooking.
My father heard our laughter and walked into the kitchen from the living room and asked, "What's the matter mother and daughter are so happy, say it out and let me have fun.
My mother and I looked at each other and smiled, there is nothing ah, wash your hands, open the dinner.
Three years ago, in the summer, my mother started to learn how to dance, and she asked me to teach her how to use Baidu to search for square dance videos.
After an early dinner, I went to the square with her, afraid she was thirsty, so I bought mineral water from a small store in case of emergency. She followed the lead teacher's steps and movements with the music gradually coherent, at that moment, I think my mother should do their favorite things, even if it is like this now learn to dance.
During the intermission, she came towards me and I opened the cap of a mineral water bottle and handed it to her.
Not often exercise, only a moment on the sweat. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it.
You dance quite well, really.
I took out a tissue from my pocket and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
I'll try my best, it's time to start, so I'll be on my way.
I will try my best to start, then I will pass.
The mother in front of me is close to 50 years of age, the only thing I hope is that she can be healthy, this is my biggest blessing. And I know, a lot of times she just need my company, even if it is to accompany her to stroll the market, together with the family to eat a reunion dinner.