Recall my mother's essays on two or three things.

For a long time, I always wanted to write about my loving mother who died for many years. Mother's Day passed one after another, and I wrote it many times, but I still didn't write it well. I am afraid of losing my mother's virtue of diligence, hospitality and caring for the human body; I'm worried that my mother will lose her original liveliness and agility.

The night before yesterday, I dreamed of my mother again. Mom is very busy, entertaining relatives and friends and saying it's a birthday. Seeing my mother's amiable, respectable and lovely figure and recalling that caring glance, the past is vivid. After a long hesitation, I still want to write. Even if I can't write well, even if my mother can't see it, I will write down my lovely mother and send it out to let more people know that an ordinary China woman has a heart of gold.

Mom's birthday is on October 10th of the lunar calendar. But as long as I can remember, my mother hasn't celebrated her birthday. On the contrary, it was our birthday, and she said it early. Although life is hard, you should always be happy on your birthday. When we got married one by one, my mother set about preparing two tables of delicious food to give herself a decent birthday. The nice name is to celebrate your birthday, but in fact it is to invite your children back for dinner. Even if it's not a dinner party, we can still eat mom's cooking every day. At that time, we all lived in a county town, and every day when we went to work, we always passed by and said a few words to our mother. So in my mother's pot, I often use embers to warm some meals, and whoever goes enjoys them (including her good sisters). Mother's black meat stew and old pickles are famous for their fragrance. She often says humorously, "There are only two of us in our family, and we seldom eat. The children don't come every two or three days, so I thought. I'm afraid they are ill, so I have to send my wife to see them. " Mother always dotes on us like this. Let us often forget that we are middle-aged and elderly people with children, and we are still spoiled in front of our mothers and lose our temper.

Mothers are filial to their elders and love their children in every way. As long as I can remember, my grandmother has been a patient and has never stopped working. My mother served me respectfully, rubbed my back, washed my feet, combed my hair and so on. Make my grandma happy all day. One day, my grandmother died of illness, and my mother cried like a crybaby, very sad.

I remember that year, I had a minor operation and didn't want to tell my mother. Later, my mother found out and waited in the hospital corridor from beginning to end, trembling. My wife and I advised my mother to go home several times, but she just refused. Until I came out of the operating room. At that moment, mother seemed to be devastated by heavy rain and severe frost. My eyes were red, tears fell like broken beads, and I said, "What's the matter, son?" ? It hurts! "The voice trembled. I wanted to comfort my mother, but in front of my mother, I was a child and I cried. This cry didn't matter, but it scared my mother. It's okay if I ask the doctor quickly. After listening to the doctor's comfort, my mother recovered her composure.

My mother values suffering more than enjoyment. No matter what she does and when, she always puts our affairs first. She takes good care of the children of our five sisters. Grandson * * * Nine grandsons, all brought up by her. That year, my mother was tired and busy enough with my sister and my brother's two children. It happened that my second child was ill, and my mother kept urging me to bring the child back. He said, "One more is not much, and one less is not much." I can't stand it. I have brought myself a big one. How can I drag my mother into the water again, even though my mother talks about it every day? One day, I simply urged my father to take the child back in person. After school at noon, I went to pick up the children, only to know that my father took the children away early in the morning and said to my grandmother, "I won't come again." Poverty inherits the wind! A warm current swims along the whole body, and high respect arises spontaneously. Respectable affection, great maternal love! How does this clumsy pen describe mother's greatness? How can I express my mother's selfless dedication?

The three children are two months apart in age, each riding a tricycle in the alley. This one is east and that one is west. This can make mom anxious. Clever mother, thought of a good way, tied a long red rope to connect three small tricycles together. She grabbed it from behind with another rope, heading south in Du Nan and heading north in all directions. It attracted a lot of praise. It has become a beautiful scenery in our hutong.

Mothers spare no effort to take care of their children. Treat your brother and sister as your own. Grandpa left early. As the eldest in the family, mother naturally did her duty in all aspects, assumed responsibility and tolerance, and devoted all her energy and material resources to help grandma support that family. It embodies the demeanor of a good daughter and a good sister. In order to make my aunt promising, my mother took her aunt to school in the city regardless of her many children. My aunt has been living with us ever since. I remember once, my aunt didn't study hard, and my mother criticized a few words, which was in trouble. My aunt, spoiled by her mother, lost her temper and cried to go back, and ran out alone. At that time, every household lit kerosene lamps, and there were no street lamps in the street. It's getting dark, and mom and dad are in a hurry, afraid of an accident. We went out separately to look for it, and it took a long time to coax it back. In this way, until menstruation grew up.

At the age of seventeen, my aunt was just recruiting cadres for the four clean-ups, and my father worked in the county, so I made her the youngest cadre for the four clean-ups. After taking part in the work, in addition to going to other places for meetings and going to the countryside, my mother still let my aunt eat and live in my house, saving food stamps to subsidize my grandmother and brother-in-law in the village. As a mother of five children, she not only has to work in the fields, do laundry and cook, but also sew and mend. I have to take care of my sister-in-law and brother-in-law. How commendable! Mom! Mom! You don't have the great pioneering work of all-powerful and galloping the battlefield; There is no great achievement in saving the country and the people. However, this small and insignificant life can reflect your sea-like mind and broad love! An excellent and exemplary image of China women was established from you!

My mother is very close to her relatives and friends, and she is equally warm and honest with her neighbors. I remember having a playmate when I was a child. She has no name, and everyone calls her Sannv. Her father died early, and the mother and daughter went to a relative's house and settled in our county. They are very poor. My mother often picks up one or two of my clothes for her to wear, and sometimes she leaves her after eating a different meal, full of love. I know that although my mother is kind and willing to help others, she has done her best for the difficult family situation at that time.

Someone said, "Mom is kind-hearted and hospitable." You're absolutely right. At that time, my parents' relatives were all in the mountain village, and my home in the city naturally became their resting place. Some people go to work with their fathers, some go to the town to see a doctor, and some go to the market every Wednesday, Saturday and September. Mom and dad always receive them warmly and try their best to cook delicious meals for them. On weekdays, my mother is very frugal. The clothes of the whole family are patched and patched, and the meals are planned to be eaten. In order not to make us hungry, we often dig wild vegetables and cook jiaozi to satisfy our hunger. At that time, I was stupid and often complained to my mother: "All the delicious food was left to my relatives." Therefore, I am looking forward to the arrival of relatives and the fair. Mother never alienates or treats relatives and friends slowly because of financial difficulties. Sometimes there are no relatives at home on the day of the fair, so my mother asks us to go to the fair to see if any relatives are embarrassed to come back and invite them back by the way. Once, a distant uncle in my grandmother's village refused to come back, so my mother went there in person and called him back. Grandpa said, "Sister Xiantao (mother's nickname), people from our village will come to have dinner with you as soon as they enter the city. You are busy and tired! Besides, you have many children and you don't have enough food. I really can't bear to bother you. " Mom smiled and said, "silly boy, don't say that." You'd better have a rest after you come back. It's better than in the street. "

I remember an ancient party. There were five main halls and two small halls in our house, and all the relatives and friends were full. Dad took down all the door panels (including the door facing the street) and made a bed. There are beds inside and outside. We are happy that this bed is rolling, that bed is jumping, and our brothers and sisters are just dancing on it with their hips twisted. What is the ancient meeting on the street like? I don't know, but home has become a very dynamic place. Look! Dad is busy pressing noodles with a wooden noodle press, and mom keeps fishing for noodles and pouring meat sauce. Bowls of fragrant bean noodles were fished into the hands of relatives and friends, and while serving rice, they greeted those who were going out to catch the meeting: "By the way, let's see who hasn't eaten yet and come back quickly." After three days of the ancient meeting, the whole family fell into depression. Mom and dad are tired, with backache and backache.

My mother is very hardworking. At that time, our sisters were neither young nor young. When we were growing up, we ate a lot and had many relatives. Dad's salary is simply not enough to live. My mother mows the grass for the production team and earns some work points. She is not tall, with a piece of grass on her back and can't see her head from above. She only saw two legs from below, bowed and sweaty, and walked forward step by step. Someone advised her mother to bring less, but her mother just nodded gratefully, which is still the case every day. In order to plant more grass, go out early and come back late, rain or wet, carry it back to the production team and help break it up for the animals to eat. I am often too tired to keep my back straight. Finally, I was tired and ill. Whenever I am cold, my stomach hurts, so I have to cover it with a hot towel. Later, I learned that I was tired and hernia. Dad asked her to go to the hospital several times, but mom just refused. She also said easily, "It's just a cold. Just sit on the hot kang." Poor mother, strong mother, so mother can't bear to spend our living expenses!

As long as I can remember, my mother hasn't turned off the lights and slept with us at the same time. At that time, the family slept on a big kang. When I woke up, my parents were still making shoes and knitting sweaters under the lamp.

I remember that aunt got sciatica that year, and the pain was unbearable. Mom sees it in her eyes and hurts in her heart. I work in the production team during the day, go home from work at night, cook dinner for the whole family, take good care of my brothers and sisters, and then start boiling water, frying salty salt, covering my aunt's legs, hot compress, massage and decocting medicine. At this time, it was already eleven o'clock. Every night after two o'clock, and every day, it never stops. Six months later, menstruation's leg finally healed, but her mother's eyes sank and she was exhausted.

My mother has an interesting life. She is always busy. She also found time to raise a lot of flowers, all over the windowsill. There are hydrangeas, upside-down golden bell, chlorophytum, Chinese rose, cyclamen ... Maybe because they are busy, they can't take care of frequent watering, but according to the habit of flowers, they are particularly lush and bright. The most gratifying thing is that cucumbers and tomatoes have been planted in the cobblestone yard. Because of moisturizing, they grow gratifying, fruits and vegetables are full. As for watering the shelves, mom has no time, and dad has time to take care of it. Every time I come home from school, I don't have time to put down my schoolbag, so I eat it, which not only relieves the heat but also quenches my thirst. Oh! Think about it, it's very comfortable!

The combination of mom and dad is a natural job. At that time, a squadron of Japanese devils occupied Wuzhai County and confronted the Eighth Route Army troops in the surrounding mountainous areas. At that time, my father had just graduated from No.2 Middle School of the Anti-Japanese War, and he was working in the mountainous area with the army and running night classes. That's when they met. My father is handsome, wise and humorous, and is very popular with my mother. At that time, my father was also very busy. He is very clever. He often goes to other places to get and send information, and at night he goes to spy and attack the devils. Later, I simply went south with the troops. Although we don't often meet, we still secretly made a promise to each other. My mother is short, neither fat nor thin, and her skin is fair and smooth. Her round face is inlaid with two big black and bright eyes, and her eyelashes are long and bright, which is particularly charming. She is called "Gai Nan Shan". There are many people proposing marriage in the surrounding Shili Baxiang. But mom is waiting for dad. It was not until my father came back from the south and became the police chief in Wuxiang, Shanxi, that the two men worshipped Heaven and got married.

My mother grew up in a mountain village, with poor conditions, poor family and no schooling. I only know some simple words at night school. When I was very young, I followed my grandma and grandpa up the mountain to pick wild vegetables and fight pig grass. There were no boys at home (later I had an uncle the same age as me), so I acted like a man and did everything since I was a child. Relying on mountains to eat, relying on water to eat. Because of the pressure of life, grandpa became the king of weaving in the mountains. Mother naturally inherited grandpa's unique skills. Mother's hands are very clever. She can knit anything she wants, such as plates, fruit baskets and flower baskets for putting dishes and chopsticks. The knitting is particularly beautiful. The laundry basket and dustpan are a piece of cake. According to my mother, it is not easy to compile a good storage. First, you have to go up the mountain to choose materials. Cut some vines with uniform thickness and classify them according to thickness. Then boil it in water and peel it. This makes the rattan white and smooth, so weave it while it is still wet. When you need a discount, you have to get angry. In order to make the flower basket and fruit basket beautiful, the edges are tightly wrapped with pigtails made of birch bark prepared in advance, and then decorated with several small flowers made of birch bark. At that time, the items arranged by mom and grandpa were notoriously exquisite. There are always many people buying in every market because they like it.

Mother is famous for her dexterity. One by one, she embroidered insoles with various patterns for the whole family to use. I remember when I was a child, my mother made clothes for us, all of which were cut after the clothes of department stores. In order to be smooth, she ironed with her own iron, and the clothes were smooth. At that time, people could not make western-style cotton trousers, and adults and children wore large crotch cotton trousers of the same size before and after. One by one like a pregnant daughter-in-law, very uncomfortable, very ugly. Mom changed it into open-chested thin pants, which are comfortable, beautiful and save cloth. Dress us up as handsome guys. As a result, many neighbors also asked their mothers to change clothes. Many of my classmates, under the leadership of their parents, also want to change their pants into the same ones as mine. No matter how busy mom is, she should put down her work. No matter how tired you are, you always smile. Never complained a word. "Everyone has a place to use people." This is what my mother always said, and it is also the purpose of all my actions.

I know that my mother's enthusiasm, helpfulness and selfless dedication are behind my father's help. They care about each other, are strict with their children, are friendly to others, live in harmony with their neighbors, and are respected and loved by men, women and children in three villages and five places. There are also many neighbors who are embarrassed to send some vegetables, meals and the like, and my mother always politely refuses. Day after day, year after year, my mother finally survived. I worked hard to bring us up. Unforgettable in April 2002 1 1, my mother passed away at the age of 77. According to the custom in my hometown, I kept it at home for seven days, and the memorial service was held on the sixth day, and the funeral was held on the seventh day. These days, people come to burn paper to see my mother off every day. On the opening day, many undertaker came to see me off. They all shed tears, and some even expressed their grief, which further witnessed their mother's character.

It is said that mother is a lamp, a lamp for sailing, and a lamp for caring. I said: mother is a poem, a poem that can't be recited. It is also the sun that never sets. Give me warmth and hope. Mapping into red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, colorful my life, colorful my home. From small to large, my mother paved flowers, birds, fish and insects for me all the way, which made me grow up happily, enter a higher school, get a job, get married and have children until I looked up at my children and shed love all the way. The friend said: No one has ever measured the road under the mother's feet. I said: How deep is a mother's love, how long is the road under her feet. Motherly love is endless and passed down from generation to generation.