Liang is the mother.

The rain is crying outside, and the thin leaves by the window are shrinking. I miss my mother on this lonely day. There are three.

Looking through the window, my eyes are all poplar eyes. After waiting for a while, staring blankly at me, I thought it was a stare.

I want to imagine a Shandong man calling his mother "Niang" to his face.

"Mom, why don't you eat?"

"Mom, why are you uncomfortable?"

Should Shandong men in Rongcheng Linhai Village talk to their old mothers like this?

I often regret that it is just a "native place" for me, just like a person's shadow should of course be there, but it is not.

It's nothing. I can't perceive my father's deep feelings for that small village. Because I was born in Harbin and grew up in Harbin.

Harbin city. It was not until I met a northerner that I felt I had met my hometown. I'm probably the youngest "braving the journey" in history.

Descendants-In those days, among the immigrants who were driven to the north from Jiaodong by famine, there was a corpse, only 12 years old.

A boy in rags, and later he became my father.

"You must go back to our home! That's your root! "

My father often tells me seriously that "pricking" is called "smashing", and I hear a sense of pride.

I don't know if I should feel a little proud, because as far as I know, there is nothing to be proud of.

Famous mountains and rivers, places of interest and historical sites have never produced a person who can be regarded as a celebrity. However, I still want to go once.

Because it is close to the sea.

But where is mom's hometown? Close to what?

My mother never said anything to me wishing that I or she could go back to her hometown once.

Is her mother from Jilin? I'm not sure. It seems so. My mother was born in a place called Mengjiagang.

Place? I think so, too. I don't think so Maybe my mother was born in a place near Jebens. Father and mother

A place where * * * lived in those days?

When I was very young, my mother often told her past when sewing-there were many brothers and sisters, seven, or

Eight people. One year smallpox broke out in the countryside, and only three people survived-mother, uncle and uncle.

"Thought you big jiu can't live, but he came back to life. He opened his eyes, looked left and right, and saw me looking at him.

Next to him, he asked, "Sister, where is the little stone?" ? "Where is the small stone?" I told him, "Little Stone is dead!" Sanya?

Where is Sanya? Is Sanya also dead? I told him again:' Sanya is dead! "The second sister is dead, so is the cold man!"

He was crying, holding his breath ... "

When mother spoke, tears fell on the back of her hand and on her skirt, without wiping or looking up. stitch

Stitch by stitch, stitch by stitch, mending my or my brothers and sisters' rags.

"In the second year, the beard came again. Your grandfather took the mule away and hid it. He was hung from the tree by the beard and the hemp rope was soaked in the water. ...

Your grandfather will never tell me where the mule is. Your grandmother put her arms around my uncle and me and covered our mouths with her hands.

Hide in a dry well and listen to your grandfather being tortured. Your grandmother is afraid to climb the dry well and tell where the mule is.

Beard never lets go when he meets a woman. Later, the beard burned our house, the mule was saved, and your grandfather died ... "

Mother is talking to herself rather than telling our children, which is a special memory.

Different ways.

These souvenirs engraved in my mind are all I know about my mother's life. Add "Mengjiagang"

That ambiguous place.

Mother, before she became my mother, she was bound by a poor life, which was her disastrous fate.

Later, her fate was tied to her father and still tied to poverty.

Later, she became my mother and tied me and my brothers and sisters in poverty.

We grew up with mom's faded skirt. As a poor mother, she did her best. ...

My sympathy for people was originally formed by my sympathy for my mother. I don't complain. I peeled off the bark and picked up the briquettes.

Childhood and adolescence, because I once shared the oppression of poverty on my mother. Life has given me a great gift-

It taught me to respect my mother and all women who insist on a hard life and not to give up because of difficulties. ...

I miss my mother in this lonely day when it doesn't rain.

There are poplar eyes in the window. Just look at me later. ...

That year, my home was "besieged" on an "island" in the city-surrounded by two meters deep trenches and demolition foundations.

Demolition of ruins and preparation of building materials. Almost all the residents of a street have moved away, but my family has nowhere to move. Because my family rents a house.

It's private property-the landlord wants to extort a large sum of money from the construction department with a phone, which the construction department thinks unreasonable.

As a result, my family suffered directly. As I wrote in the novel Black Button, our home has become one of the most important cities in the world.

Robinson.

Aunt went back to the countryside. In that city with a population of more than two million, we have no relatives except our mother.

Mother's relatives are her children. My mother worked as a temporary worker in a railway factory with a low salary and betrayed one.

Cheap physical strength of women at the bottom. Turning sand-for men, it is a very tiring and dangerous job. Temporary workers can't talk about anything

Labor protection depends on your extra care in your work. If you are not careful, you will be scalded by molten iron or injured by castings.

There is hardly a day when my mother comes home without minor injuries. Mother's clothes were torn by splashing molten iron.

Mom works far from home, and there is no bus nearby. Even if there is, mom will be reluctant to spend it.

Five cents and ten cents a trip. Mother always comes home at about 7: 30 every day. After dinner, it is often 9 o'clock.

The clock came, we went to bed, and my mother sat in the corner of the bed, with only 20 light bulbs hanging overhead to make up for the dim light.

Mend our underwear. In those days, the city was forced to save electricity, and residents were not allowed to use more than 40 light bulbs. For us,

For economists, saving electricity is voluntary, because it also means saving electricity. The price is also heavy. My mother's eyes

It was in those years that it broke down. So far, my eyesight is very poor. Sometimes I wake up at night and still see the light on. I still see my mother taking an injection.

Needles are sewn line by line, like automatic sewing machines, without noise. Or see the lights on,

And my mother leaned against the wall, her head hanging over her chest, and fell asleep like that. How many nights does my mother sleep like that?

Good night In the morning, when we showed a bed in a deep sleep, my mother had skipped breakfast and brought half a lunch box.

Sorghum rice or big cakes quietly leave home, facing the wind or braving the rain, like a person accustomed to loneliness.

Like a lonely traveler, he "climbed mountains and mountains" and left a "besieged" area, without even leaving a way to work. There are many more.

On weekdays, my mother works overtime, and we can't see her for days or even ten and a half months. All I know is that my mother last night

Yes, I just left this morning. Otherwise, how could the light move? Or who will cook the sorghum rice porridge in the pot for us?

Where is it going?

My little sister, who is only three years old, misses and cries for her mother. She thought that her mother had left and would never see her again. I just

Comfort her and promise her that she will see her mother at night. In order to fulfill my promise, I held back my sleepy nap and insisted on not sleeping. Until/very

In the evening, mom will come back. Exhausted, bent on getting down at once.

I told my mother that my little sister missed her very much.

"Well, well ..." My mother was so tired that she closed her eyes and undressed and said, "I know, I know. Don't talk to mom.

Talk, mom is sleepy ... "

I didn't finish my work, so I fell asleep holding my little sister.

The next day, my little sister woke up and cried for her mother.

I said, "Mom is hugging you, May! Don't believe it? What do you think this is? ……"

In the deep head print on the pillow, there are several white hairs of my mother.

I pinched it with two fingers and showed it to my little sister: "Isn't this mom's hair?" Who else in our family besides mom's hair?

Is your hair this long? "

My little sister also pinched my mother's hair with two fingers and looked at it strangely; Then put it on mother.

Kiss left a deep sweat mark on the pillow, lying next to the pillow, guarding. It's like I'm guarding my mother. ...

The most pitiful is the mother on the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, National Day, New Year and Spring Festival. Mom can only sleep for two or three hours a day. five

Every child needs new clothes and has no money to buy them. Mother washes, sews, repairs and starches around the clock. If it is winter, wash it.

It was taken outside for freezing in the middle of the night, and the second half was taken back to the house and baked on the chimney. Mother Yu didn't dare to sleep for fear of burning.

Mother is a strong woman, and she hopes that we can put on a new dress on festivals celebrated all over the world, and it is from the inside.

Dressed neatly outside. Although the clothes were patched, we tried our best to beautify our home.

Home is like a cellar, like a bird's nest, like a bird's nest between hills, the wall collapsed and the ceiling collapsed. No matter how sacred.

All the efforts made by the majority of women have become hard work in a few days.

Mother often said: "bees and ants all know how to clean their nests, let alone people!" " "

My mother put all her energy into the rest of the conversation and insisted that our family be more or less settled in just a few days' holiday.

Be decent.

"Maybe someone will come!"

With such a beautiful wish, my mother worked with joy.

However, no one came.

Nobody came, and my mother didn't feel disappointed or disappointed.

Life has not turned mother into a regretful woman.

Mom is obviously holding an optimistic heart. What is the basis of optimism? I was nothing then.

From knowing, now I seem to know, from the comfort implied in my mother's eyes when she looked at us with pity. She gave birth to a baby.

If she kills us, she will raise us. She never doubted that she couldn't. Maybe mother's optimism is based on.

This is faith, right? The only firm belief.

We live on our mother. Just like a garlic seedling depends on a garlic tree. Speaking of being valued by others,

Mom, she has been absorbed by us. Without wealth and knowledge. A mother is a mother who has nothing. She is full of dedication.

The cavity is full of benevolence and warmth for us to suck! Mom, mom! My old mother! I can't forgive myself

Then I don't know how to sympathize with you.

Yes, I am so ungrateful and compassionate to my mother. I thought that's what mom should do.

I thought my mother was born to be such a hard-working woman who never felt tired. I thought my mother would never get tired.

Actually, my mother has been exhausted many times. In the dead of night, when we were dreaming, my mother collapsed in bed several times.

Secretly afraid that death would find her head. But the next day, she always struggled incredibly even herself.

Went to work again ...

She often says to us, "Mom won't be tired. This is your blessing. "

We don't feel blessed, but we believe that our mother is tired.

In the Great Northern Wilderness, I ate salmon. The meat is pink, plump and fragrant. Sulijiang people or Heilongjiang people,

It is customary to wrap salmon meat in jiaozi as a kind of enjoyment.

Not long ago, I saw salmon on TV: the mother fish gave birth and the small fish hatched. I can't believe they rely on habit.

Their mother. Mother fish rolled and twisted in pain, opened her eyes and opened her mouth and eyes.

Cheeks, stir the water red. But don't run away until you die, until you become a skeleton. ...

My heart was strongly stimulated at that time.

When I grow up, I think of myself and my mother instantly.

Considering our 9.6 million square kilometers, everything was once poor, and it is still poor.

A mother raising a child. They have nothing. They are ordinary, ordinary and unknown. Perhaps the best role is

It is perseverance. They have no one to rely on except their own perseverance. However, they may be the mothers most worthy of their children.

Honey! Because they pay for themselves. It makes me sad to think about that instinctive dedication. In their

There are many heroes after life, which is the most lasting beauty of mankind!

I remember another thing: when I was a child, my mother bought a dozen eggs and told us not to break them, saying

That is used to hatch chickens. When chickens grow up, if there are a few hens, they can often eat eggs. Mother is full of confidence,

Pick up an egg when you are free, hold it, cover it and gently rub it. I don't believe it will be produced in eggs.

A life. One day, my mother took an egg and went to the lamp. She put the egg near the lamp and said to me, "Look, son!

Isn't something moving in the egg? "

I saw something moving in the translucent egg.

Mother's hands turned red, too.

That's blood!

Blood seems to be dripping from mother's fingers! ……

"Mom, throw it away!"

I jumped on my mother, grabbed the egg and smashed it on the ground-in the egg liquid, an shapeless ugly life was crawling.

Move it. I step on it with my foot. Not out of cruelty, but out of fear. I think the shapeless ugly life.

Life must have changed because he sucked his mother's blood through his mother's hand! I looked up at my mother, her face changed.

So pale, full of fear, believe that what you think is right. I don't want my mother's hard work to be sucked dry!

No matter which one is trampled to death by me, it is an invisible ugly life and an evil poverty! Because I know very well,

If we are rich, even if we live in a rotten coffin, some people will be happy to visit us, whether it is a holiday or an ordinary holiday.

A few days. Bring all kinds of gifts. ...

"No, no!" I cried.

I shouted, "I don't eat eggs!" " Do not eat! Mom, I'm afraid ... "

Mother said angrily, "You are a guilty child! You killed a little life! What are you afraid of? "

I said, "Mom, I'm afraid you'll die ... It sucks your blood ..."

Mother looked down at me, hesitated for a moment, and silently held me in her arms. Hold on tight ...

Finally, all the chicks hatched, one like yellow velvet, lively and lovely. They have grown up, including three women.

Chicken. Every few days, we can eat eggs. But I dare not eat for a long time. For those chickens, I

However, they have a special feeling that they are regarded as the nature of the universe and feel that they have a blood relationship. ...

Three consecutive years of natural disasters have put our country in the same difficult period. State-run stores only sell one kind of meat-

Rice swill is precipitated and made into "artificial meat". Grains are precious, and rice soup is naturally limited. "artificial meat"

Each household can only buy one catty per month according to the books. Later, "artificial" processing failed to collect enough rice swill for production.

"Artificial meat" is hard to buy. In today's words, it is "hot". I want to buy it through the back door.

In the program "Serving the People", China Central Radio (CCTV) spread the message that any layer of green in the river ditch can be eaten.

Yes, it's called Chlorella Moreover, it is rich in this element and that element, and has extremely high nutritional value. ...

Mom gets off work later. But I bring back a pocket and a half of money every day. I am surprised that my mother can climb the tree.

Angela Yu Chien. However, this is why she climbed some tall elms in the factory.

"Is there a' foreign pull'?"

Mother always asks this question when we wash clothes.

We can always find it.

We always say no.

We know that my mother, like many women, is not timid, but extremely afraid of caterpillars like "foreign pull" that she bites.

Angela Yu Chien was our good fruit. We just think that mom shouldn't be afraid to give it to us because she is afraid of' foreign pull'

There is no more money. If there is food at home at the beginning of the month, my mother will mix some bean noodles with salt and steam them for us.

Eat it. Delicious. If there is no bean powder, mother will make soup for us to drink before the rain. Not only salt, but also oil. Delicious.

One day, my mother was helped back by a worker-when she was saving money in a tree, she suddenly saw herself covered in "foreign pull".

Fall in surprise ...

I said to my mother, "Mom, I will go to the factory with you in the future." I climb trees better than you, and I'm not afraid of "foreign pull" ... "

Mother stroked my head and said, "Son, children are not allowed in the factory."

The next day, I stubbornly went to work with my mother. No matter what mother says, the doorman always shakes his head and is firm.

I am not allowed to enter the factory.

I had to stand outside the factory gate and watch my mother go to the factory alone. If I don't go home, I don't think my mother will ever.

I left it outside the factory. After a while, I heard my mother calling me in a low voice. I saw my mother outside the high wall and waved to me.

I slipped down the wall when the doorman wasn't looking, and my mother grabbed my hand and ran away. What a big factory and high fence. run quickly

Then I ran to a hole in the wall, and the factory discharged sewage from there, and then I went to another place. exist

Every once in a while, my mother and I entered the factory one after another. Yulin appeared in front of me, and I beamed with joy. I can't help it

There is a selfish possessiveness-all trees in my house! Then I'll plug the hole in the wall first and lift two more.

A dog looking at the Woods. Of course it should be a fierce German shepherd!

My mother told me, "Don't wander around. If anyone asks you, say you came in through that hole yourself. Don't say.

Leave mom. Or mom will be criticized! When you leave, you must drill that hole! "

Mother said that and left in a hurry.

I packed a sack full of money, came out of that hole, carried it on my shoulder and walked home happily. no

Grab a handful of elm money from the grain bag and eat it while walking.

As a result, I followed several children about my age. Staring at my chewing mouth drools.

"Give some!"

"Give some!"

"No, just tell us where the tree is!"

I won't say a word. Let's go.

"If you don't give it, grab it!"

I run.

"grab!"

"Don't grab the white!"

They caught up with me and pushed me down. snatch ...

By the time I got up from the ground, the "robbers" had fled everywhere and even snatched the grain bags.

I stood stupefied and the ground was trampled green.

I left in anger.

Looking back, an old woman found it there. ...

After my mother got off work, I cried to my mother about what happened to me. I was miserable.

Mother listened carefully. All these things, my mother always listens silently first, without interrupting me, patiently and sympathetically.

It was not until her children felt that there was nothing to add that the mother came to a conclusion calmly.

Mother said flatly, "It's all your fault." You should give them some, you've already rolled a bag! All the children are hungry.

Still so stingy, won't they rob you? Remember in the future, before you encounter this kind of enjoyment again and provoke others to grab it, first

Take the initiative to pay the initiative. If others are satisfied with you, you won't suffer ... "

Mother is often like a judge, or a mediator, comforting and comforting us and the society.

Conflict, never a set of disciplines. Always in a few words, speak clearly, right and wrong, all in it.

Seriously. And act as if she is absolutely fair, I hope we can accept her logic.

When we accepted it, my mother was very happy and praised us: good boy.

Mother's logic is kind logic, which contains a seemingly indisputable and helpless "forbearance".

We have to nod our heads in order to make our mother happy.

Maybe it's from snacks? Later, due to personality reasons, I unfortunately gave birth to unyielding rebellion. at present

At the age of 39, I fought a lot with people and things, not to mention scars, but also bruises. Every time I chew my mother's past complaints.

Discipline, and then hate yourself for being a stubborn species. I have repented for a long time, and I often ponder over a "forbearance" that my mother passed on to me.

Words. Or vice versa, or "antinomy". However, it is often followed by "self-denial" and there are many problems.

Heavy. I don't know whether being a person is good or bad. ……

After a rain, Yucai turned into elm leaves.

Elm leaves can also be used as "small tofu". Make elm leaf soup. Slippery, as if the soup had been powdered.

However, the canteen in the mother's factory closely guarded Yang Shulin, and the elm leaves became the workers' uncles and aunts.

Something to eat.

Farewell, noisy "little tofu" ...

Goodbye, green "slippery" ...

Farewell, let me have a strong possessiveness and fantasize about waiting for the wolves in the whole elm forest. ...

We are a socialist country. According to the principle of distribution, we can be "small tofu" or "slippery" elm.

Ye Er's "* * * production" was originally in the process of cleaning up. Is my possession of the dark mind.

On the road in 2000, there was a spontaneous bourgeois self-interest thought.

But I'm neither beautiful nor cursed.

Mom still has something to give us, a bulging small cloth bag-a bunch of dog tail grass.

Dog tail grass can't be eaten as "small tofu"

Can't do "sliding" drinking.

But you can knit furry puppies, kittens, rabbits, Xiao Lv and camels. ...

Mom always has something to take back to the lonely children who look forward to her leaving work every day.

Mom seems to feel sorry for us. She didn't take anything.

Whatever it is, it can be eaten instead of food. Strange or not, from

Mother's shabby little cloth bag shook off, as if it were a good thing. Even if it seems disdainful to other children.

Something I care about. The only important thing is that we feel how good our mother's heart is to us. that

It is a unique "alternative non-staple food" with noble nutrition supply in difficult years!

Mother knows this very well.