Time is like the flowing river, running day and night without stopping, will not stay for the sadness of any person, and will not stop its hurried steps because of whose retention. Unconsciously mom has left me for a year. In this year, I miss her all the time, dreaming of her, dreaming of her, sometimes she will be woken up by her in the night, and when I wake up, I am already in tears.
Immediately to her anniversary again. My heart is once again pulled up, and will return to the old house. Since mom left, the old house has been empty, and whenever I passed in front of it, I would always choke up and blur my vision with tears. At that time I would turn my head sideways not to look at it, but it always seems to have a thin figure, no matter day, or night; windy or rainy, always beckoning to me. Smiling, you're back! It is so familiar and so far away.
So I seldom walk past the old house. But the memory will not fade because of my deliberate forgetfulness, that string of memories will always squeeze out from the doorway of the old house.
My father, after the battle of life and death, still failed to defeat the God of Death, and in our voice crying and grief, with our heartache and fulfillment and unwillingness to go to heaven, leaving the long sadness to us and my mother. Because it is the end of the year, the weather is also cold, and afraid of the father unit does not agree with the burial, so hastily for the father to do the funeral, and so on the burial is already in the evening. The day also began to snow, we are a few sisters in the heart to feel grateful, and at the same time feel sad, even the old days will be for the father to send mourning, we have any reason not to be sad it?
Until this time, we have had the time to notice the mother, who does not know whether the mother has eaten, just see her stayed by the fire without saying anything, now any words to the mother to say are so pale and powerless. We all secretly discussed, how to have three days of mourning ah! So we all decided to stay and spend more time with our mother. After dinner, several of us tried to take turns talking to our mother. So that she does not feel lonely, the night time to sleep when the problem ah, how to sleep ah, there are many people in a small place ah! Before it was my father who slept alone, I had always slept with my mother, but now that there were more people, it was obvious that it wouldn't work. Big sister, second sister, third sister, brother and me. Only two beds are definitely not enough. I began to allocate, my brother boldly accompanied my mother to sleep in my father's bed, big sister, second sister, third sister. Squeeze the big bed, I sleep on the sofa. The third sister disagreed saying, "Little sister is cold on the sofa, you and big sister they squeeze the big bed." I said, "Well, aren't you afraid of the cold? I like to sleep on the sofa." The third sister said, "I'm older than you and won't be cold. Besides, you've been taking care of your father for so long, so get some rest." The eldest sister and the second sister also argued to change for me. But I strongly disagree, thinking, this time everyone has worked hard, not to mention that I have been living in the old house is half the master. How can I condescend to my sisters? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. But inside a wave of warmth hit me with tears. Turning around I tried not to let them run out. Mom also took the quilt and covered me silently. Under the quilt, I was in tears, and this was my oldest sisters. Older sisters who brought love from childhood to adulthood. In my tears I felt like I was back in the dark old house. Father, mother, brother. My eldest sister put on my shoes, my second sister cooked for me, my third sister helped me with my homework, and my brother held my hand to keep me from falling. At night, we **** crammed into the not-so-big bed together. Dots of memories, falling with drops of tears, warmed this dark night. I prayed for the night not to go too fast, not to be as hasty as my father's steps, so that this night would remember this moment of memory. Let the old house frame this moment of eternity!
After three days, the sisters are going back to their respective homes. Because there is still a mother, so the old house will continue to bear its mission, take up the mother's clothing, food, housing and transportation, I also because of family changes, nowhere to go, and considering that the mother is alone and needs to be taken care of, so I will stay with my mother, to continue to write the sequel to the old house.
Two
When spring came, my mother's mood slowly improved. Mother then bought a lot of flower pots, then sprinkled unknown seeds in them, loosened the soil and buried them. I don't like planting flowers, and I don't care, just by mother herself busy.
Without my father's attachment, I watched my mother get better and better, and I thought I couldn't just sit back and eat! I've got the idea of finding a job. The first, you can relieve the mental pressure. Secondly, it can also subsidize the expenses. After consulting my mother, I found a job. The job was a day shift, which took up most of my time, so I didn't have time to take care of my mother. Instead, my mother was responsible for cooking three meals a day, and every morning I always slept in until she came to wake me up. After washing up, I could sit at the table and enjoy my mother's breakfast. Whenever my mother served the meal in front of me and then turned away trembling, the corners of my eyes would always be moist. Sometimes then I would wrap my mother and say, "Mom you are really my treasure, because of you, I am a treasure, to be a child with a mother."
Mom will be embarrassed to say: "I where is your treasure, always drag you, let you take care of me." At this time I will be like counting treasure like counting up: "You are our treasure, with you, we have a home; with you, we are happy baby; with you, I will not be sick, but also can not afford to be sick; with you, we know the way home; with you, we are fearless of the wind and rain on the road of life, you are our sheltered harbor ... ... ... "My mom listened, beaming, and I gently fell into her arms! A wave of warmth came over me, and my mother's gentle rebuke would come from the old house, "How old are you and still pampered?" I would run away with tears in my eyes, not looking back and smiling.
Sisters, too, will come back to see mom from time to time. Every time they came back, mom would ask about their . The situation of life, and then open up the cooking, mom cooking is very good, because the father is very early in the disease, the meal is mom's own do, mom always let us eat well. Thinking of ways to do, change the pattern of eating, since I went to high school, as if I remember, a week of lunch, there is no longer heavy. And every time to give rare food to the neighbors to taste, I sometimes old unhappy, mom said: "I do not know what is a good person, just know, there are clothes to the cold, there is food to the hungry. Give the good to others and keep the bad for yourself." It is because of this kind of thinking of the mother, right, after the mother left, there are many neighbors for her to deplore, send off. After walking a long way, they turned back and still grieved all the way. It is also this idea of mom, but also let me for many years never conflict with others, the deep pain always buried in the night.
Whenever I look at my sisters, eating mom's cooking and mom chatting, I will have a childish idea, to me and my sister mom will be more pro to who? This idea soon, there is an answer.
One evening I came home, my mother has done a good job of vegetable cakes, I like to eat, pick up and eat, my mother said to me: "very tired? Willing to run ah!" I asked, "Why, is something wrong?" Mom said to me awkwardly, "Your third sister also likes to eat, you give her some, so much, we two can not eat all." I had nothing in my heart, but on my mouth I deliberately said, "Why are you still thinking about her! How old are you. You still know what she likes to eat, how biased!" Mom didn't know if I was really unwilling, smiled and said, "You are all mom's daughters, which is my body's dropped meat, ten fingers, bite which one hurts, never favor which one." I sell a smile to my mom. "Okay, I'll go." While walking, while muttering "the world is only good mother" turned back to smile at mom, a tear drop in the heart.
In the summer, the flower seeds that mom sowed in the old yard, all blossomed. Red, pink, purple, a beautiful purple, attracted pairs of butterflies, neighbors whenever they pass by the door, always praise, mom invited them into the yard to view, satisfied, everyone will walk out of the yard with a smile. In the evening I would also take a walk with my mom after dinner, and when I came back, I would learn those who dance and square theater to perform for my mom, making her always laugh openly.
Every now and then the flowers will bloom the thickest, mom's laughter is the sweetest, my song is also the most unrestrained, from the old house to the yard, and from the yard floats out far, far ......
Three
The moon has a cloudy and sunny, and there are times of trouble and misfortune for people. When the bad news came, our whole family was stunned. Clouds were on everyone's face. The word "cancer" tied knots in everyone's heart and flooded them with pain.
I was even more disbelieving, thinking that God was playing a joke on me. It was as if I thought that death should be far, far away from my mom, and I naively thought that or the doctors misdiagnosed it! I was so happy that I was able to get to know my mom, and I was so happy that I was able to get to know my mom.
Mom told me that she was not feeling well, just a few days ago. She told me that day that her throat felt stuffy all the time, and it was a bit difficult for her to swallow food. I didn't pay much attention to it because in my mind there was only the thought that mom would never leave. A few days later my big sister came. Mom said to her elder sister, "I don't know what happened these two days, but I got stuck on my food, as if there was something blocking my throat and I couldn't swallow it." Big sister rarely came back because she was far away. But she is the most opinionated and knowledgeable person in our family. Big sister immediately said, "Today is Saturday, to Monday, let the four's (my brother) take you to the hospital to check to see what the problem is, if there is no big problem will also be relieved." At noon, my brother knew that Big Sister had returned. He also rushed over. Big sister then said to her brother, "Our mother, I have been saying that I can't eat, you take her to the hospital on Monday for a checkup. There is nothing wrong with her and she can rest assured, or I will come back to accompany her." My brother said, "Okay, I'll take her there then. It's so far away, so don't come over. It's just a checkup, I can go by myself." Unexpectedly, on Monday, I came back from the hospital with this result. My brother's face became gloomy, but he didn't dare to let my mother find out, and the eldest sister, the second sister, and the third sister, also came back one after another. We gathered together, and it was then that my third sister burst into tears, but did not dare to do so in front of my mother, and I tried to console myself with the thought that it could not be. How could it be! It must be a mistake. Despite how we were heartbroken, sad, and sobbing. But we had to face the reality and think about mom's treatment and life and living.
Without telling mom, we held a private meeting, and the most vocal sister spoke with red eyes: "Our mother has been diagnosed, and now we're all trying to find a way to treat our mother. This disease is very fast, slow half a year, fast March, see who can find the best way. Then there's the issue of living and living, there can't be no one around to take care of her, now while she can still eat, try to make her eat as well as she can. I'm far away, but I try to go back as much as I can, and will also see if the hospitals in our area have a better idea. You guys tell us what you think too." The elder brother spoke up, "The current cure for this disease is chemotherapy, but our mom is over eighty, which is quite an advanced age, so I'm afraid she can't withstand that." At this time the second sister and interjected: "I seem to have heard that (Beijing) can be treated with traditional Chinese medicine, the effect is good, then, I let people ask, not on Beijing it." I spoke: "You all have no time, our mother and I have the longest time together, do not tell her what disease, just say it is a common inflammation take medicine will be fine. I try to find time to spend more time with her, so that she is in a more open mood, a better mood may have the possibility of a turnaround." Later I realized what I thought, how naive, it was cancer! Maybe I was fooling myself! I didn't realize how fragile life is. It is not something that I can have the power to turn around. How childish and ridiculous I was. Finally, the unanimous decision to go to Beijing Chinese medicine treatment, get the medicine back to eat, by I continue to take care of mom.
The next few days, I accompanied my mom to continue to live in the old house, the old house began to busy and lively, my brother came to see every day, my sisters also ran back every other day, I bought the most nutritious food for my mom, cooking, boiled the medicine do not dare to have the slightest negligence, the soup boiled carefully, the vegetables are also boiled very soft.
Four
Time is always cold and unfeeling, will not pity anyone's pain and slow, and will not stop for anyone's sadness and its hurried steps.
In just a short time, from mid-fall to early winter, mom went from insisting on cooking by herself to having me do it, and from eating a small bowl of rice to eating only a few bites. Sometimes mom would sit in a daze, and it was obvious to me that she had a lot on her mind, but never said so, and in a moment she became as if nothing had happened.
Mom is a very hardworking person, they can do never shout me. In front of me, never say the medicine is bitter ah or rice is not good words, always struggling to swallow and also one side of the side to praise me to do more and more delicious rice! In this way, mom is still tortured by the disease lying in bed.
Mom can not leave people around. I also because of the factory director to take care of, every afternoon can not go, at home to guard the mother, the morning by the older siblings on behalf of.
The old house has the former touch, big sister, second sister, third sister, brother, figure constantly shuttle busy, childhood memories always appear in front of my eyes, just less father's shadow, sometimes, I will look at the night sky and think, "Dad ah, how you so selfish ah! The day you go to heaven, mom for you to guard, always want to let you go to heaven three years after the wind and light to go again, but three years later, why so anxious to let mom rush over it!" Thinking, thinking, my heart ached, my eyes moistened, not daring to look at the sky again. The dark night did not tell me what to do, only to let the wind dry the tears that crossed my cheeks.
Mom is getting more and more fragile. I can't eat anything. Just a few mouthfuls of water, a big mouthful of mucus spitting out, the body became very light, very light, skin over bones. But every time I asked her, "Mother, are you in pain? She always smiled and said, "I'm not in pain, it's fine. Turning around I burst into tears, because all know that cancer is the last to die of pain. Sometimes my mom, when she was a little better, would ask, "How much longer until New Year's Eve? The second sister would always tell her firmly, "It's okay, you'll make it to New Year's, you'll be fine after New Year's!" Whenever she finished speaking, Second Sister's eyes reddened. I saw the light of hope in my mother's eyes, and it turned out that life was so lonely and helpless. Every time, I go outside to blow the wind.
Although mom is so strong, we are so stay, ultimately can not withstand the ruthlessness of time and the helplessness of life. Just after the year was over, mom left with our reluctance and attachment! Go to heaven and father to stay together, leaving the empty old house and our voice calling, that spring should have been sunny, but because of the mother's departure stained with bleak. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey.
The old house finally accomplished its mission, sending father and mother away, and sending us on our journey.
The old house has finally completed its mission, sending my father and mother away, and sending us on our journey!
My old house, the old house that left me too many memories. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! My old house, the old house that carries my mother and father's life years. I'm not going to be able to do that! My old house, the old house that left my mother's figure floating around everywhere. Farewell! My old house, the old house that brought me up.
The old house is far away! The memory is immortalized! I can never go back to my lovely old house.
Looking back at the old house, tears fell like rain!
The old house is a great place to live, and it is a great place to live.