But I never knew that her illness had reached that stage. Later, my sister told me that my mother often couldn't sleep all night because of the pain in her liver.
That day, I was sitting alone in the house, watching the leaves falling outside the window. Mother came in and stood at the window: "The chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom. I'll push you to have a look. " There was a pleading expression on her gaunt face. "When?" "Tomorrow, if you like?" She said. She was overjoyed by my answer. "Well, tomorrow." I said. She was so happy that she sat down for a while and stood up for a while: "Then you should get ready quickly." "Oh, don't bother? A few steps, what is there to prepare! " She smiled, sat down beside me and said, "After watching the chrysanthemums, let's go to imitation food. When you were a child, you liked pea yellow there. Remember that time I took you to Beihai? You said Yang Shuhua was a caterpillar, running around and squashing her feet ... "She suddenly stopped talking. Words like "run" and "walk". She is more sensitive than me. She went out quietly again. She's out. Never came back.
She was still vomiting blood when the neighbors carried her to the car. I didn't expect her to be so ill. Watching the tricycle go away, I never thought it would be forever.
When the neighbor's boy went to see her behind my back, she was breathing hard, like her hard life. I was told that her last words before she passed out were: "My sick son and my underage daughter ..."
It's autumn again, and my sister pushes me to Beihai to see chrysanthemums. Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, purple flowers are warm and deep, and the autumn wind is blooming brilliantly. I know what my mother didn't finish. Sister also knows that we are together, so we should live a good life. ...
Suitable for girls, the broadcast host brings his own manuscript prose II. The breeze is gentle, the stars are shining, the moonlight is like water, and the young people who are sitting quietly are thinking.
Accustomed to a person, wandering in loneliness. I like to sit alone in the quiet night, fishing with a piece of starlight in the bright moon and breeze, and let my young heart show quietly in the moonlight. Time flies, countless beautiful past, a little memory through the heart, reflecting the lonely color, without too much embellishment, without imagination of prosperity, only endless sadness. Young sadness is having a sweet dream, intoxicated in that dream and unwilling to wake up.
The evening breeze caresses my tender face and brings endless disappointment to my heart. Recalling that you came to me with the fragrance of orchids and elegant steps, your warm smile made every cell in my body try to breathe. The bustling world, the world of mortals, you just disappeared, never to be found again. I can only relive my beautiful image in my dreams.
In May, I shed a piece of Yin Hui, which outlined my sad and melancholy mood, but reflected my admiration for you. The pink lady revealed her fragrance, which I will never forget. Silent dialogue is a collision of hearts, a lingering trickle, tempting me everywhere, and your pure heart looks so beautiful with pure eyes, like the fresh air when heaven and earth were just opened.
I wander in my dream, but my sober mind can't figure out this unspeakable idea, so I have to let it precipitate in my heart again and again. The end of the world is lonely, quietly thinking about the people in my heart, reincarnation Baidu, can not get rid of my heart, you are still in the depths of my soul, and I am watching. The shadow of the light is dim, leaving you in the dark, making it difficult for my eyes to see through. Your obscurity always makes me indulge in the world with you.
Lightweight body, like nine days in Xuan Nv, you are like the daughter of Spring Breeze, walking gently, bringing fragrance to the ground and leaving unforgettable memories. I often fantasize in my dreams that you will always confide fragrance by my side.
The change of the world has taken you away, my generous chest can no longer feel the warmth of your body, and my gentle embrace can no longer give you a warm touch. That song is still the same as that of that year, but you stopped playing it, and the listeners at that time were not serious.
I am still dreaming to create a bright future with you. In the poetic picture, you bend over to play the piano, and I sit quietly beside you with a satisfied smile.
In my dream, I took your delicate hand and walked in the quiet bamboo forest. From the moment I hold hands, you will be the most beautiful picture in my life. In this life, I just want to hold your hand again, wander in the bustling world and write poems on the piano.
Suitable for girls, the broadcast host brings his own manuscript prose 3. My child, today is your birthday.
In the short ten minutes of cooking longevity noodles for you, slow fire seems to convey an emotion about memories.
The past, just like those yellow but exquisite black and white pictures in the movie.
From the first day you were born to now, I never seem so old, and I will never be so young again.
In this ten-minute memory, life has passed for many years. If the water doesn't stop, I think you can look back at this time, perhaps waiting for the soul you left too soon.
My child, one day, mom will leave you. Please don't be sad, and don't be afraid.
You should listen carefully and remember what your mother said to you.
From the moment you were born, our hearts were closely linked.
Mom held back all the pain, didn't cry, but shed tears when you cried for the first time.
Although my mother never had a complete sleep again, when you called me "mom" for the first time, you took the first step in your life with a trembling smile and ran into my arms for the first time. No matter how tired you were, it melted in an instant.
When you put on your schoolbag for the first time, broke away from your mother's hand and walked into the campus alone, when you returned the prize to your mother as a gift for the first time, when you bought her a bunch of flowers on Mother's Day for the first time, her mother couldn't help crying and smiled unnaturally.
And when one day, you finally understand love and bring your lover to your mother for the first time, please don't care about my sudden sadness. My child, I sincerely hope you are happy, but I'm afraid she can take care of you as carefully as her mother.
In those days when your child was learning to walk, mom's legs and feet had begun to get a little out of control. Sometimes it not only makes me timid and anxious, sometimes I will spend the whole day waiting for your call. I even often take other people's voices as your call to me.
And one day, you suddenly find that your mother's head has grown white hair and her face is covered with wrinkles. Don't panic, let alone be sad. My child, your growth is my mother's lifelong dream. And time is the price I am willing to pay.
If your life makes you feel happy, happy and healthy, it will be your mother's greatest happiness. Whenever you feel sad, tired or even desperate, don't feel lonely. Because mom will open her arms to you at any time.
If there is a heaven in this world, my mother will definitely wait for you there. If there is a God in heaven, your mother must be your protector. I will always love you, my child.
Suitable for girls, the broadcast host brings his own manuscript prose. 4. Daughter likes music.
Every morning, when the piano sounds on the opposite balcony, she will lie on the balcony and listen quietly. How she wishes to have a piano ... no, no, even if she can touch it, she can sit on it and play it once!
One day, my father came to the balcony and saw his daughter lying on the balcony, her fingers jumping on the balcony. My father had a heart ... My daughter never saw her father buy decent clothes and always dressed him in white overalls. My daughter knows that she should study hard. She wants to be admitted to the Conservatory of Music in the future, so that she can play the piano every day.
Father seems to be busier than before. He goes out early and comes back late every day, wrapped in mud and falling asleep.
Day after day, my daughter doesn't know why her father worked so hard, but she knows that her father's white hair is countless ... year after year, five years have passed. My daughter was admitted to the best high school.
Father went to the bank to withdraw his deposit. I was intoxicated with joy all the way, but I didn't know there were a pair of evil eyes behind me. He came to the shop and came to a piano. This is a shiny upright piano. The price tag is eighteen thousand. He thought, "That's enough." So I called the salesman. When he opened the tool bag tightly held in his hand with joy, the cut made by a knife condensed his smile.
Father's tea and rice were not thought about, and he was suddenly haggard. Worry hung over her daughter's eyes. A few days later, my father took out something: a board with thick paper and a healthy disc painted on it. Father said, "Dad is useless. I want to buy you a real piano ... "My daughter saw her father's tears for the first time. "Dad!" The daughter doesn't know what happened, but she knows everything.
She sat in the past, her fingers jumping briskly on the keys, bathed in the warm melody, and she burst into tears.
Suitable for girls, the broadcast host brings his own manuscript prose 5. I ran anxiously between narrow villages and alleys, and had no intention to appreciate the gift of nature. I anxiously went door to door to raise money to treat my mother.
Suddenly, a sad cry came into my ears. "Who? It's so late, why is he crying? " I followed the sound and turned out to be a little boy.
The little boy saw me and grabbed my trouser leg: "I'm lost, will you take me home?" I instinctively replied that I wanted to pick him up and go. Suddenly, I met a bunch of familiar eyes. Hey, isn't this Dr. Wang's son? Suddenly, my heart exploded, and the shadow of Dr. Wang came back to my mind. He is the one who refused to treat my mother for a little medical expenses!
At this time, a more harsh voice gave me a hard cut: Do you really leave him alone? It's late at night, don't let him stay in the lonely field. Isn't he afraid of the dark? Can he resist animals? ..... I was coldly silent. Ah! No, I can't leave him.
I tapped on the door of Dr. Wang's house. I ignored his words and eyes and just left quickly. I think my heart is pure and I won't lose my morality because of money. I walked so fast, not because I was angry, but because I didn't want to stay in this cynical place for a moment
The moon has climbed to the top of the tree with a chill. I'm still raising money for my mother's treatment. I firmly believe that there must be a human touch between people.
When I dragged my tired body into the house, I smelled a smell of medicine. I asked my mother doubtfully. Mom just smiled and handed me a letter. The letter said, "Thank you for taking my son home. Your behavior has given me a spiritual education. Before money and medical ethics, we should choose medical ethics. "
The gentle moonlight pours down like running water, as if slipping through the sweet piano sound. Oh! If the moon is affectionate, it will sing!
The broadcast host suitable for girls brought her own manuscript prose 6. After the children reluctantly sent away the tenth teacher, people said coldly: There will be no eleventh teacher.
In a remote mountain village school, seven or eight teachers left in one year due to poor school conditions. There was no teacher in the village, so the villagers had to temporarily invite a female college student who had just graduated and was waiting for distribution to come to Song for a period of time.
Three months later, the distribution notice of female college students arrived. When the female college student walked down the hillside with tears in her eyes, the sound of children reading suddenly came from behind her: the boundless grass overflowed the plain and came and went with each season. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze. ...
The voice whispered in the valley for a long time, which was the poem she taught the children in the first class! Looking back, young female college students were suddenly shocked: dozens of children knelt on the high hillside! Who can bear the long kneeling that touched the world! She immediately understood that this is the naive and helpless elegance of a child eager for knowledge!
The soul of female college students was sublimated in the baptism of that moment. She decided to give up the temptation outside the mountain and go back to primary school with her luggage. She became the eleventh teacher in the mountain village.
In the following days, she sent a batch of children from this primary school to junior high school, high school and university ... this stay is twenty years.
Later, female teachers broke down from overwork and were sent to Beijing for treatment. When the villagers took her back to the mountain village, all they saw was her ashes in a red wooden box!
Suitable for girls, the broadcast host brings his own manuscript prose 7. Standing in front of the tall stone building, I suddenly entered the history of Xinghua Village.
Qingming in the south of the Yangtze River is a rare rainy season. The sun shines on the branches of peach blossoms and apricot blossoms that are competing to open, touching a lot of magical colors. In the fog, reality meets historical time and space, and the sun, the moon and the time sequence go backwards. I vaguely saw Mr. Mu Zhi walking along the ancient road of Guang-Huang in 1 169 years ago today. The angular face is full of loneliness and depression; The dancing robes took away all the dust; Some fragile horses followed him shyly; The ancient road, the west wind and the thin horse knock on the poet's desolate mood!
Next to the ancient town of Qiting, people are tired; Xinghua village road is in front, and the archway is vicissitudes. God is not beautiful, and tears are streaming down her face. Leaving the bustling capital and coming to Huangzhou, which is still a bit wild, it is no wonder that shepherds look indifferent all the way.
The bluestone archway is quite old, not as bright as it is today; Black moss covered, showing a wet Jiangnan! A path winds inward, which is deep and unpredictable in the rain and fog. Mu Zhi's tall body leaned into the arch and looked around. Suddenly, a song accompanied by the jingle of cowbells came through the fog step by step: "Li Santao Flower Shop, Wuli Xinghua Village; There is wine in the shop and beauty in the village. "
The voice is tender and childish; Repeatedly chanting, don't have a charm! Mu Zhi is full of energy: In this cold rain, wine is the top grade for heating!
When the cow bell is near, the song stops. The shepherd boy sitting on the back of the cow looked curiously at the stranger in front of him.
Mu Zhi stepped forward: "Fairchild, where is the restaurant?"
The shepherd boy turned and pointed: "Xinghua Village."
Question and answer have made a story of the ages; A moment's gaze gave birth to immortal poems.
"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls; Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " It was thus engraved in the history of Macheng.
The broadcast host suitable for girls brings his own manuscript prose 8 Angus's favorite grandmother died when he was in primary school. Angus couldn't restrain his sadness. He ran around the school playground every day until he fell to the ground and threw himself on the lawn crying.
That sad day lasted for a long time. Seeing him like this, mom and dad were helpless and didn't know how to comfort him. They know that instead of lying to their son that grandma is asleep, they might as well tell the truth: grandma will never come back.
Angus asked, "What will never come back?"
Dad said, "A thing of the past will never come back. Man's yesterday has passed, and it will always be yesterday. You can't go back to yesterday. Dad used to be as young as you, and now he can't go back to your childhood. One day you will grow up and be as old as your grandmother. "
After that, Angus came home from school every day and watched the sun sink inch by inch under the horizon in the yard at home until the day was really over. Although there will be a new sun tomorrow, there will never be today's sun.
Time flies. One day, when he came home from school, he saw that the sun was about to set and decided to say, "I want to go home faster than the sun." He ran back and stood in front of the yard, panting. He jumped with joy when he saw that the sun was still half exposed. On that day, he felt that he had defeated the sun. From then on, he often played games like that, sometimes racing against the sun, sometimes faster than the northwest wind, and sometimes finishing his homework every ten days in a summer vacation. At that time, he often used his homework in grade three and grade five.
Angus is so happy that he doesn't know how to describe it every time the game is played.
In later years, he benefited a lot from it. Although he knows that man can never run through time, he can run a few steps faster than himself. These steps are very small but very useful.
Suitable for female broadcast hosts to bring their own manuscripts and essays. How many people envy and linger in the bustling streets and banquets, laughing and laughing, talking about the romance of life side by side, or being moved by an old friend in a foreign country, mountains and rivers, wandering in the communication field and the glitz of going back and forth between romantic pavilions ...
However, the light of dreams can't avoid the shadow of the night. The short flower season will always go to the final silence, and the wine in the cup can't drive away the sadness in the heart. Some people will walk away when the tea is cold when they raise their glasses frequently. Therefore, in the noisy market and quiet countryside, a unique state of mind-loneliness often enters everyone's heart.
Loneliness is not the departure of a lonely goose in autumn, it is the direction of a young eagle spreading its wings, pregnant with the flight of the Ming Dynasty. This is a meditation on life.
Loneliness is not a golden flower swaying in spring, it is a strong grass, looking for soil to take root. That's a demonstration of life.
Loneliness is not the floating catkins scattered in autumn, but the seeds that germinate quietly at the end of the cold spring, which is a kind of life force.
Loneliness is not living in a closet and building a car behind closed doors, but opening up a pure land for you to work hard at your desk, talk in words, accompany with music and chew the ups and downs of life. That is the cultivation of the soul and the taste of life.
Loneliness is not white clouds floating in the blue sky, but snowflakes falling on the ground, revealing indifferent thoughts in the dry soil, a calm mind and a lonely and clean ethics.
Loneliness is a pine tree in a busy city. It is a deep regret to be used to the vicissitudes of life and the cycle of years but no one talks about it.
Loneliness is the cold plum that has been attacked by the weather. It disdains to compete with flowers, but it is an unyielding mind and a silent commitment.
Loneliness is the soulful soul under the lonely lamp. Although I look across the autumn water, I always miss the stationery tears, which is a deep helplessness and unforgettable love.
Loneliness is a cup of tea to sober up after people are tired, a real loneliness after eliminating noise, and a taste of life.
Loneliness is a space to chew people's flattery or advice, and it is a rare leisure in life.
Loneliness is that although you have many friends, you often live alone and taste a lingering sadness, which is a kind of trauma in life.
Loneliness, like happiness, is also an experience of life, but also a feeling of life. ...
This is the last sunset glow left by dusk. In the background, the mountains are green and the rivers are green. When night falls, you come from behind the mountain, into the twilight, towards the distant, into an eternal fable. You are a child. You travel like the wind.
Silent, silent wilderness can't hear the sound of the wind. In the wilderness, you paved your journey with dim eyes. At this time, you know, no one has come to tell you the coming prosperity and decline. You have to walk along that eternal road, as long as a pilgrimage song. The moonlight wets your cheeks and turns blue, like the quiet and peaceful light from the lake. You are enjoying this silence, enjoying a kind of confusion and intoxication. You find that the inner scenery is more charming than the wilderness, which makes you look at the distance leisurely along the direction of the tree. This night, you will not be lonely, because you will always be a child who pursues the distance, and the distance must be a beautiful paradise.
Countless days and nights, you write your legend with a walking posture. From Yuan Ye to villages, from mountains and rivers, from towns to cities, you have been looking for unforgettable memories while walking.
Finally, you hear a voice, which is the sound of drumming up the sky. The sound is getting closer and closer with the rushing crowd. Sometimes majestic as Ma Benteng, the Yellow River roaring, sometimes light as a boat in Pinghu, and the spring rain moistens everything. It is a real shock, which can shake the ground, mountains and rivers. At that time, it was like dancing in an array, and sometimes it was like a blooming lotus flower, which made your blood boil and excited. It is like thunder, moving like waves, dancing in the drums, and the thick and hot drums in the dance make you blow your bones and shake your marrow. At this moment, you feel that there is a primitive passion and boldness of life coming out of your body, generate. Then, you began to boil, boiling with depression and ashes, and thundering your soul with flying flags.
You know, you belong in the Jianghu. Every time you travel, every time you wander, you never care how far the journey is. All you care about is whether you can meet the scenery that once touched you and the drums that shocked your soul on the road. Because this is the most essential journey in your life. This includes the love of your life. Your long journey has never started. Because of the existence of rivers and lakes, your existence is eagerly awaited by many eager hearts, waiting for another separation and reunion with many children who travel far away.
This will be another long journey, with mother's concerned eyes, in the early morning with dawn as the background.