mother
In my dream, I flew to the castle with my childhood memories. I saw that childhood: a thin little girl, carrying a big schoolbag, shuttled between school and home. Unsteady steps. Occasionally, because of the heavy physical burden, I stop by the roadside to have a rest. I used to be like this when I was a kid. I still remember that my mother often gave me some soup and medicine in class. If there is no class, they will stand at the door and wait. If the weather changes, my mother will come all the way to give me send warm's clothes. In fact, because of the particularity of mother's work, summer is her busiest season. Often she comes home from work when I am asleep, or she has gone to work before I wake up. Mother is an atmospheric woman, mother is also a fiery woman, and mother is a wise woman. For me, the first and most important teacher I met in my life was my mother. Until today, it is also from her subtle influence that she treats people with things and behaves appropriately. Looking at those familiar pictures, I realized that I was a very troublesome child. However, it grows healthily with the tolerance of love.
father
I always felt that I inherited half of my parents' genes. I look like my father. And my personality, just like my mother: decisive and aboveboard. It's just that her composure is gone. The first time I read an article describing my father was in junior high school, which was Zhu Ziqing's back. Maybe the teenagers at that time didn't know the taste of sadness, or were too carefree. They always take their father's love for granted, and they will always enjoy the love from their father with peace of mind. It was not until so many years later that I became the mother of the child that I deeply realized it. In fact, those seemingly ordinary loves have merged from a trickle into a surging river, which occasionally impacts me thousands of miles away from home. Let me aftertaste, let me move. Father is a man of few words and lacks a sense of humor. But he is very patient with me. When I was a child, I was weak and went to see a doctor almost every month. In the 1980s, parents were busy with work and their wages were not high. In my mother's words, every time I am short of money at the end of the month, I am ill. At that time, because my mother had a special job, every summer was the busiest season. I hardly see my mother during the day. In the evening, when my mother came home, I had already gone to bed early. In this way, it was my father who accompanied me the most all summer. Comb my hair, take a shower, play games with me ... I was only half a beat late and reacted: How can my father's skill in combing his hair be so superb? Because before I went to primary school, I had long shawl hair, a single braid on my head and a red bow. The fiery red color danced merrily on the hair in the wind. When I was a child, my father always cleaned me up. I remember the happiest time was taking a bath. In winter, he will boil a big pot of water first, then put it in the bathtub, and I will lie comfortably in it. Then, my father added water bit by bit to keep the temperature correct forever. I even joked that dad, I want you to help me wash it until I am eighteen. Father just smiled and didn't speak.
Father is not a person who can make money especially, but he must be a person who takes special care of his family and children's wives. In the era of material scarcity, all the food is not enough, but I never feel poor at home, because my father will meet all my requirements. Today, I still remember that one summer, peaches just came into the market, but the price was too expensive. At that time, I was more sensible and would not take the initiative to ask them, but my father kept in mind the desire in my eyes. When I came home from school, there were two peaches on the table. Looking at my surprised and happy expression, my father looked at me lovingly and said, let's eat after dinner. There are no other languages. To this day, what I want to eat is very simple for me. However, I will never forget the taste of peaches that day. The best food on the table will always satisfy my mother and me first, so I learned humility from an early age. I will definitely give my father delicious food, no matter how many reasons he will refuse.
Every spring, when the sun goes down, I sit on my father's shoulder, followed by my mother, and run to vilen with my father's homemade kite, let go of the long line and let the kite soar in the blue sky. Then, I will laugh heartily. Life, have a good time. I still remember that my father hit me only once since I was a child, which I will never forget: at that time, every test paper needed my parents' signature, but I tried to imitate my father's signature because I failed in the exam and dared not take it home. In the end, the paper couldn't hold fire, and my father gave me a good beating when he learned the truth. That was the first and only time I was beaten. I know that my father didn't hit me because he failed the exam, but he hates my cheating nature. Since then, I have never lied again, until today.
When I was in the sixth grade, my mouth festered and I couldn't eat any food, even the thinnest porridge. The lips are swollen like sausages, and the gums inside have begun to ooze. Father sees it in his eyes and is anxious in his heart. Take me to the hospital by bike. Finally, I got a potion prepared by an experienced old doctor. But it is more troublesome to use. It takes a lot of patience. Every time I take medicine, my father always gently wipes the festering place with a cotton swab to try not to hurt me. Six times a day for a month. My condition has finally eased. And my father finally opened his lips that had been closed for many days and smiled.
Later, I grew up and my body got better day by day. Long hair has also become short hair. The communication with my father is gradually decreasing, but I know that my father still cares about me and loves me. To this day, I ask my mother every day if I have called and how I am doing. Sometimes, we also talk directly. In fact, father's words are really rare. Even if the phone is connected, we may not find what we want to express, but I understand, I really understand. Know what he is thinking. Don't worry, dad, I'll be fine.
The Buddhist scriptures say: from the beginning. There is no beginning, no end, and a moment is eternity. And love is like this. There is love in the heart, and there is light in the night.
Mother's brother
If my parents gave me a body, then my soul was shaped by another person, and that person is my uncle.
In life, there is always someone who has a profound influence on you. I have admired my uncle since I was a child. I think he knows everything and is very knowledgeable. Facts have proved that he is really an impressive person. No matter what you mention, he is an expert. Don't try to hide anything from him, you'd better be honest. Otherwise, it's asking for it. When he was a child, every time he came back from Beijing, he would stay in my house. At that time, I was ignorant and full of strong thirst for knowledge and curiosity about everything. He was also happy to hold my hand and wander the streets of that small town in his spare time. Tell me the origin of the keeper, and tell me the difference between cornices. Tell me the secrets of the bells hanging in the temple, tell me what Zen is, what Tantric Sect is, what Tiantai Sect is, tell me the tea ceremony, tell me the differences of various appearances ... In short, every time I am with him, I will unconsciously increase a lot of knowledge. And those are things that books can't learn.
Even if there is something wrong with his eyes later, going to the opera house can still tell who he is and what he is dressed for from his singing. When I first came into contact with drama, I resisted. Under his guidance, I also found that drama has a charm that pop songs can't express. Today, when we were on the phone, we still couldn't help talking about the excerpts of Yue Opera that we were interested in.
He once said that as long as his daughter has it, I have it. He also said that reading a manuscript would pay my tuition for one semester. Growing up, every time I went out to study, he took me with him. When I took my parents to Beijing at the beginning of the year, I remembered that my uncle would bring me all kinds of special foods from Beijing when I was a child. Later, when I grew up, he told me that looking for a partner should remember twelve words: responsible, filial, alive and interesting. If you can't find the perfect one, remember the first two.
When I was a child, my uncle loved kissing me. When I grow up, I am no longer embarrassed to do such intimate actions, just patting my back with my hand. And I, what I feel, is deep love, only deeper. .......
Lazy and willful person
Uncle is not actually his father's brother, but he doesn't have five clothes. But uncle is a person with strong family values. I remember that when he was alive, he always tried his best to bring the whole Wu family together.
Grandpa was 97 when he died. In fact, this is also a funeral. Personally, the second oldest person in this family died four months after grandma left. Sadness is actually faint, probably because they are old. Sometimes, the world may be more bitter.
Grandpa and my father are cousins. Just because my father is the youngest son in the family, the age difference between my father and grandpa is more than 30 years. When grandma was alive, no matter before or after people, grandpa always respectfully called grandma Wu Yi, who was three years younger than him. So when I was very young, I wondered why I had so many nephews and nieces older than me. Later, someone called me aunt ... When I was a child, I always blushed and dared not say yes. I always felt strange, but my grandfather said that no matter what the rules were, I should call you, even if I was younger.
According to my father, our ancestors were originally Hakkas and later moved to Sichuan, so all kinds of appellations are different from those of Sichuanese. For example, it is even more strange to call my sister Jia, my father Ya, and my mother Meimei. In my generation, I stopped shouting like this long ago. It's just a way for me to shout as a joke. At that time, the Wu family was everyone, but each generation was not as good as the next. My grandfather's brothers failed to live up to expectations, so that they sold half of their old houses and confiscated them. In my father's life, I rely on some old houses preserved in my uncle's room.
Speaking of it, that uncle is also an unhappy person. When he was young, he went to Huangpu Military Academy. When he was old enough to get married, his family engaged him. The other is his cousin. How can he be willing to accept a new education? He just doesn't want to follow his parents' wishes. So that he ran for many years after he got married, until my aunt gave birth to his son. Grandpa became a physical education teacher in the school after he returned to Sichuan. With a height of 1.85 meters and a handsome face, it is no wonder that he always feels that his marriage is not satisfactory. In fact, my aunt is a very capable woman, knowledgeable and good at housekeeping. Due to his poor background, he suffered a lot in that sport. It may be an everlasting love, or it may be a friend in need. In short, this marriage is inseparable from the uncle's initial reluctance to move toward harmony. When my aunt died in 1996, my uncle didn't talk for three days, and I lost a whole circle. I think this is the love of mutual care.
Grandpa's hands are quite dexterous and his fingers are slender. He made all the furniture in the house by himself. When I was a child, I watched him knock on the tin and make his own iron pot. One year, mahjong mats were just popular, and they cost about tens of dollars outside. I remember that he found the discarded bamboo chips from other manufacturers from somewhere, then strung them together with thin fishing lines, and finally made a particularly beautiful mahjong mat. I was only sixteen at that time, and I admired it.
Grandpa treats people kindly, respects the elders and takes care of the younger generation. No matter at home or outside, he will give a thumbs-up when talking about him. Grandpa doesn't prefer boys to girls, and his mind is relatively open. Although he is over 90 years old, sometimes his views still make us young people sigh. For the whole Wu family, he will be quite concerned. Every new year, I always do it myself, and then I gather my family for the new year. I didn't go back every year until I got married and got married. Whenever he knows I'm going back, he must say hello to my schedule first, and then arrange the day for my reunion. My father always tells him not to be so polite and considerate. After all, I am a junior. But my uncle refused. He said that the Wu people are still my children no matter how far they go. I almost cried when I heard this sentence.
In fact, in the last few years of his life, his health has been poor, his appetite is not as good as before, his eyes have long been out of sight, and his thinking is sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic. Only my ears are sensitive. As long as I go home, I will take my son to see him. When I hear voices, he always asks if his child Melissa Zhou has come back. Then you say yes, yes, yes. In fact, writing here, the heart that is not sad is also slightly painful. Memory is an invisible knife, which peels off the healed wounds, whether good or bad, and then exposes them to blood. And I can't find a better way to express my grief except memories.
In my dream, I have been circling around the castle I built, not because I can't get out, but because I don't want to go out. I miss those vague memories, about the past, about people, about hometown, about childhood, which constantly impact my mind in the interweaving. At that time, there was no burden, no right and wrong, no dispute, how happy it was. Now they are grown up and sophisticated, and they all wear false masks to wander in the crowd. Even, I will ask myself: Who am I? Where am I? Where will it go? However, time is on the left and steps are on the right. People always have to move forward.
I have been away from home for more than ten years, and there are only winter and summer in my hometown, but there is no spring and autumn. I miss my hometown in my dreams for countless times. Trace the traces of childhood, or a road, a river, a slate, or even a wisp of smoke. The breeze is blowing, and I seem to smell a familiar and kind smell in my dream. It is the fragrance of the earth and the warmth of the sun that gently brushed my face. There is a drop of moist and warm liquid sliding by the corner of the eye, which becomes very beautiful under the refraction of sunlight. ......