The blessing of silkworm mother-in-law

I sat in the hall of my hometown and chatted with my father. My father said, "Almost all my peers in the village have left, leaving only Lao Xu and me. Recently, Lao Xu was brought to the city by his son. Is there anything delicious in the city? People are locked up at home like matchboxes, and they can't get to the sky or the ground. Lao Xu doesn't want to go. What can we do? My son is filial, so it is not safe to leave him alone in the country. He is afraid that he will not go, sell all the houses in his hometown, and break the desire to come back. " I said, "Uncle Xu just enjoys happiness with his son." My father gave me a look, his mouth trembled and he didn't answer.

Bi Feiyu's "Living in the Sky" tells the story of silkworm mother-in-law being taken to the city by her son to live. Mother-in-law silkworm is an expert in sericulture in rural areas. With the income from sericulture, she trained five sons to go to college and lived in five big cities after graduation. She is a blessed person in the eyes of the villagers. The eldest son became a rich man, lived alone after the divorce, and took his widowed mother to the city to enjoy happiness. Mother-in-law silkworm lives on the 29th floor. She has complete facilities such as refrigerator, TV, computer and stereo, but she can't use it, and she dare not use it. After her son went to work, she was alone at home, sitting on the balcony, looking at the sky outside the brown glass. No soil, no local accent, no blue sky and white clouds. She withered like a plant pulled out of the soil.

Mother-in-law silkworm lives in farming civilization, and it is planted in spring in Xia Geng and stored in autumn in winter. This is her familiar environment, where she has her hometown feelings and life is like a duck to water. My son took her to the city and locked her in the air on the 29th floor. She can't take the elevator, use a mobile phone or know the way. It's hard to hear about her hometown. My son speaks Mandarin to her, and he has to spend money to call her third aunt in the village. She is old, unable to adapt to modern life, rich in material life and unable to fill the spiritual emptiness.

Silkworm mother-in-law wanted to seek spiritual comfort by burning incense and worshipping Buddha, so she decided to burn some incense in the temple and talk to her dead wife. Incense can live forever. In the fairy match, seven fairies light a column of incense on earth, and six sisters can know their sister's help in the fairy world. Incense can be psychic. When offering sacrifices, three incense sticks are lit at home, and the deceased ancestors can come to the world to enjoy delicious food. Incense can communicate with the Buddha. If you light incense in front of the Buddha, the Buddha can gain insight into people's wishes. If you sincerely worship the Buddha, the Buddha will follow people's wishes. Silkworm mother-in-law regards the temple as her spiritual salvation place. Her son drove her, but there was a traffic jam on the road. His son answered the phone and took her to St. Paul's Cathedral.

"What kind of temple is this?" Silkworm mother-in-law whispered, "There is no fragrance, no bodhisattva, no eighteen arhats, and there is no atmosphere at all." My son had that phone call in his heart and said as calmly as possible, "Hey, anyway, it's a place for people to kneel." Mother-in-law Silkworm knew that the outer temple was for people to repent, so she turned to her son and murmured, "What the hell is this place and asked me to come here for a review?" I will never do anything wrong in my life, and Bodhisattva will never let us make a review. "On the way home, Mother Silkworm said to herself loudly," I understand what a city is. "A hellish place, you can't go underground!"

The mother asked to go back to the countryside, and the eldest son was afraid of being called unfilial and worried that his mother would become an elderly person living alone. In order to cheer up his mother and inspire her vitality, he agreed to her suggestion, bought silkworm eggs and signed an agreement with a nearby peasant woman to send mulberry leaves to her home on the 29th floor every day. Mom is busy, mom is alive and kicking, and mom laughs. As the silkworm baby grows up day by day, the corners of the balcony, living room and room at home are falling, plaques and mulberry leaves are everywhere, and the sweet and sour smell of silkworm excrement is everywhere. The son didn't complain, and the old man was happy, which is better than anything else. Silkworm rearing takes only twenty-seven or eight days a season. When silkworms cocoon, the room will be bright and tidy again.

Silkworm is a symbol of farming civilization. "History of Taoism, History of the Later Han Dynasty, Wu Ji" records: "The wife of the Yellow Emperor, Xiling, named Lei Zu, sacrificed silkworms first because she started silkworms." ? The ancients not only regarded silkworms that covered the world as beneficial insects that could bring people material and economic benefits, but also regarded them as mental insects. In ancient society, raising silkworms and using silk were as important as growing grain. Xie Fangde, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a poem like this:

Keeping a mouth and relying on one's health will eventually lead to Wang Daoze's prosperity.

Spinning doesn't envy the cleverness of spiders, but she frequently feeds leaves to keep Weaver busy.

Sleep three times and you'll be lucky. You'll die every day.

After watching the cocoon basin, knit a robe with my emperor first.

Silkworm rearing was originally for food and clothing, but now it has become a game with only form and no content, which is doomed to be incomplete. Three days before the silkworm went up the mountain to make cocoons, her son was on a business trip, and her mother-in-law went out to get the mulberry leaves sent by the peasant woman. The door was closed by the wind. Silkworm mother-in-law is a tragedy. She didn't bring her key, so she couldn't open the door. She was at a loss to open the door, and no one cared, no one asked. She won't call the property to open the door, or call 1 10 to unlock the door, and she doesn't know who to ask for help. She can only sit at the door and wait anxiously for her son to return.

"Three days later, my son went home and opened the door. The silkworm in the plaque was gone. Looking up, there are not only walls between the walls of the room, but also tables and chairs, shutters, electrical appliances, exhaust fans, toilets, DVD players and DVDs, wine glasses and tea sets. In short, as long as there are horns or rolls, cocoons can be found everywhere. However, mulberry leaves are three or four days shorter after all. After all, now is not the time. Silkworms are short of silk. No cocoon is a complete solid. A finger press is a pit. These cocoons are translucent. Through the cocoon, we can see the silkworm struggling inside. They curled up, as if enduring a kind of pain, as if insisting on being crushed, as if engaged in an effort doomed to failure ... Translucency is a fire without temperature, a misty burning, and an unbreakable encirclement ... "

The silkworm on the 29th floor, the silkworm mother-in-law on the 29th floor. The author reveals the fracture, decline and helplessness of farming civilization under the impact of modern civilization with the image of silkworm mother-in-law Even if he wanted to keep the form, he lost the content. Silkworm rearing was originally for dressing and increasing income. The 29th floor became a game for my son to amuse his mother. Such sericulture is doomed to be a failed effort.