Do you often think of it?
Who raised you?
Do you remember?
Who wiped your tears? ...
You sing pear flowers with rain, I cry cats and dogs. You cried like a complaint, hurting the tears in the hearts of children all over the world!
Honor mom and dad-honor mom and dad
My dad-
I remember, when I was 58 years old, you had a hunchback arched upper body on your two thighs bursting with countless earthworm-like veins, and the bending height was only 1.34 meters. Looking at you from the front, you can only see your completely bald skull.
However, when my father was young and middle-aged, he was also a tall, mighty and seven-foot plowman. But the year is approaching, how can we become a "camel" with its back bent by ancient times?
It turns out that my dad is "a poor Ren Pingsheng". He and my sickly mother had to work 120 times as hard to support their seven children. What made him overloaded most was that during the Great Leap Forward, he participated in the two-year battle between Kaotian Reservoir and Yangxin Reservoir, which was hard to say and almost gave his life to both reservoirs. When the people's commune and the agricultural school were in Dazhai, the heaviest and most tired words in the team were almost covered by him. Three years of natural disasters, porridge "blowing three waves" made their generation so hungry that their front belly stuck to their back bones, and they had to support their collapsed bodies to move mountains and fly "satellites" with indomitable spirit. In the red tide of "fighting with people is fun", we have to accept the criticism of poor peasants and middle peasants on his son, the father of Chang Bao in the old society, and the bad ideas of rich middle peasants. Therefore, I want to emphasize repeatedly that even though my father was wronged in that era, resigned to his fate and pretended to be a sheep and grazed to keep himself sane, he was finally bent by the overloaded mountains of easy land and class struggle.
"Kyushu is furious, and a thousand horses are sad." Pentium years have arrived!
Finally, the spring breeze washed the stamens again. My father, who is over 60 years old and hunched, is moving steadily and cheerfully towards the era of reform and opening up. Here he comes. ...
Since then, dancing in the square dance, handing parcels, enjoying the moon and drinking and fishing by the pool have become the warmest well-off life for the old people.
Later, I also got a national salary, and my family life was as sweet as falling into a honey pot. It's time for father Fulu to rest in peace. However, he is used to working hard all his life, and still practices the fierce life promise of the tumbler with the will and strength of endless efforts: "Well, this man can't run and walk, and he can't walk and climb ..."
"The Red Army is not afraid of the expedition, and Wanshui Qian Shan is only idle." Didn't this Red Army just climb over the snowy mountains and grasslands, climbed 25,000 li and climbed out of the bustling new China? Didn't my father climb from his upright back to his hunchback arch and climb out of our happy life?
After the reform and opening up, my dad is still crawling to give play to the afterheat of the sunset to his children and grandchildren. When the field is divided, the cows divided by the partnership will be returned to him when it is my turn to raise them. When my old man is wearing a cardigan and holding a cow, he is very tough, just like the cedar and bamboo plum in Zhao's famous painting "Three Friends in the Cold" in the Song Dynasty, standing alone on the low-lying Yuan Ye in the wild, making the tall and straight poplars stand up and pay tribute to it!
Later, he really couldn't walk any further, so he did what he could, such as hanging vegetables and watching chickens, picking vegetables, picking vegetables and planing potatoes. When cooking, I sit at the door of the stove to grab firewood, add firewood with tongs and help my mother in the kitchen. Indulge in the sunset life of family happiness
At the age of seventy-three, my father finally went to the hospital because of overwork. At the moment when he was dying and really wanted to travel, he returned to the light and really climbed down from the hospital bed for the last time. He stumbled in circles, groped around with his stiff hands, and kept muttering, "Where are my tongs?" Obviously, this is where he looked for the familiar tongs.
I remember that in the first month of that year, my six sisters and brothers-in-law and grandchildren wanted to accompany my father to have another Lantern Festival in China, but-
The wind is sad. I was heartbroken and broke my bones. On the ninth day of the first month, I stood in the despair of a long night, kneeling on the ground and crying-
I don't have a father anymore!
"Shake all the prayer tubes that night, not to turn over but to touch your fingertips ..."
The time is fixed at1918-1991! "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Isn't it a portrayal of the glorious image of my father's generation of old farmers?
My mother-
I remember that after the death of your benefactor, you endured great grief. At the age of 67, you were still working nonstop.
At that time, my three children were all in junior high school and junior high school. Tuition and miscellaneous fees were the most expensive at that time. You know, it's a drop in the bucket to educate three children on my meager salary. Therefore, in addition to a few acres of responsibility fields, my wife also opened a small shop to earn a little money for her children to study. It is conceivable that the wife has no time to do housework at all. On holidays, I have to help the store pick up the goods, do heavy work such as farm work and harvesting in the field, and have no time to do housework. Then, the family washes and cooks, feeds pigs and chickens, grows vegetables and picks vegetables, harvests food and dries it. , are borne by the mother.
Whenever it's my turn to keep the cows on the farm in partnership for a week, my mother is busier. She always gets up before dawn, rushes out to feed the cows after finishing housework, and just feeds the cows every day. Every time a large piece of cotton blooms, in order to avoid the rain, she drags her 70-year-old frail body with her daughter-in-law, hungry at noon, and grabs cotton in sunny days.
Daughter-in-law is busy with business and has no time to grow a vegetable garden. She always picks up a shovel, turns over the soil and beds, grows vegetables and miscellaneous grains, and picks manure to water vegetables. My wife and I never wanted her to do such heavy manual work. She smiled and said, "If the car doesn't fall, push it. If it moves, I'll help you!" " "
1996, when my mother was 72 years old, my wife went to Jiujiang to do business and then bought a house in the city to settle down. Actually let the 70-year-old mother, alone, inseparable. She was forced to take her to Jiujiang for three months except for a few big festivals in a year. The rest of the time, because she was not used to city life, she stuck to her hometown and actually became an empty nester. Although I go home to see her every week, sometimes I don't go home to see her for two or three weeks because of busy business. However, despite her old age and weak body, my mother came to visit me at school by bus. I scolded her lightly. Guess what she said: "Son, you haven't been home for two or three weeks. I miss you so much! " "
Sometimes, my hometown people meet me when they go to the streets to do business and say that my mother is ill again. She was in high spirits when I hurried home to see her. I am always surprised to ask her, "Mom, are you not sick?" How can you get better as soon as I get home? "Mom smiled, but she said slyly," It was a heart attack. As long as I see my son, I'm not sick! "
Mom's happy confession made me laugh silly. This wonderful maternal love makes me speechless.
Every time my mother's six daughters visit her, they give her money to buy food. Every Spring Festival, seven or eight grandchildren who have a decent life should also honor their grandmother when they visit New Year. Mom has this savings of one or two thousand yuan every year. But she never wanted to spend it, so she put it in a small wallet sewn with red cloth. I come to Jiujiang for the New Year in the twelfth lunar month every year, and I take all this money. I have lived in Jiujiang for more than ten years, year after year. I always blame her for saving so much money. Guess what she said: "Son, your family has a large population, three children go to high school and college, the tuition and living expenses are high, and the mortgage is more than 100 thousand." Sleeping on the street costs money everywhere, 50 thousand to 60 thousand a year I'm really worried about you and can't sleep. If I can help a little, I won't be so anxious. " I'm glad to eat and drink with you. What do I need money for? Think of this little gift I saved as a lucky money from my mother! "
This is really the water flowing down from the nostrils! My mother's painful words made my heart surge and tears filled my eyes. When my mother saw me shed tears of gratitude, happy, sweet and beautiful clouds appeared on her face.
There is such a loving mother in the world who has to save money to give her son a big red envelope for the New Year when she is very old. Who can enjoy this noble maternal love to the extreme like me?
For more than ten years, when my mother was at home, the daily life and housework of my three children during the holiday of studying were completely borne by my mother. Tired sweat flows on my mother's forehead covered with ravines; The old mother cleaned and repaired the wound with a steel needle on the finger burning ointment and calluses. Wearing reading glasses and dexterous hands, she took out a pair of cloth shoes with a thousand layers of bottom, and let her children and grandchildren go to the world in this pair of platform shoes. The thimble worn on my mother's finger is the most precious physical evidence of my mother's hard work all her life.
My mother! Isn't it your mother's most graceful sunset red?
Mom lived and worked like this until she had a stroke at the age of 87. In the last days of her mother's life, Pearl, lying in her hospital bed, always stared at her son who had devoted her life to her. I know that it is a reflection of the voice and smile of "my old mother is a hundred years old and often misses eighty children", and it is also a natural expression of the great maternal love that never dries up. Looking at my mother's haggard appearance at the last moment, why don't you let her be sad and scrape her bones?
During my mother's three years of illness, although she was treated carefully in major hospitals, the oil was exhausted. Ah, I stood in despair on that rainy autumn day, kneeling on the ground and crying-
I don't have a mother anymore!
"Shake all the prayer tubes that night, not to turn over but to touch your fingertips ..."
Mom and dad! My deep memory and nostalgia for you is not a torrent, nor a waterfall that "flies down thousands of feet". This is a dry well, you can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees, and you can tell it better in silence than in sound!
A few years ago, when CCTV broadcast the news, the familiar public service advertisement was still vivid-
"Your mother will be happy when you are admitted to the university; When you get married and have children, your mother will be happy! "
"Grandma, when I grow up, I will let you enjoy it!"
"Don't let waiting be a pity ..."
This public service advertisement makes people burst into tears and sigh. In my opinion, those beautiful poems praising father's love for mother's love are at best just a little redemption for "don't let regret become waiting". Enjoy happiness, and then enjoy happiness. Excuse me, how many blessings have parents enjoyed in this world? My parents are getting older day by day, but we have been waiting for them to enjoy a few more years of happiness. Therefore, this kind of waiting has really become a permanent pain in the hearts of children!
My father and mother, you-
Diligence, self-cultivation,
Six women and a man have grown up.
A hard-working generation,
I have worked hard all my life.
Father's kindness is heavy,
Motherly love is deep in the East China Sea.
Spring has nurtured young people and loved the sky.
The lamb kneels and suckles.
Fatherly love is a pair of hands that create the world for children, but it needs courage and strength;
Motherly love is a pair of shoes for children to travel all over the world, just seeking silent dedication.
In the face of parents' love, I can only repay in the afterlife. ...
Jiujiang June 5438+February 65438+May 2020
About the author: Zhang Guanrong, whose pen name is Laojiu, is a retired teacher of Lu Fen Middle School in Huangmei County.