Lv Pengwen.
Introduction. It's been busy as a string.
Mommy's hand. Occasionally, I look at it.
It's like a handful. Dead branches that want to break.
It's when.
Those are as tender as cold jade.
What about being snatched away?
What kind of person. would be so greedy.
Suck up the ruddy flesh.
I watched. Robust myself.
There is also a leisurely father and a comfortable sister.
This group. Her beloved.
Crime boss. One.
On the morning of May 7th, my sister sent a text message: Tomorrow is my mother's birthday, don't forget to call ** back!
Cut, how could I forget?
On the evening of May 8th, after cleaning up the messy documents on the table, I was about to call two friends out for a good drink, and the eldest sister's ** came.
What's the matter, are you going to hit the ** home? I'm sorry to inform you again yesterday, quick! ”
Alas, look, my bullshit memory?
What do you do every day? Sometimes I don't even know it myself!
Two. 1 May 2001.
10 a.m.
In the hall of the second hospital in the county, my mother and I are waiting for a long snake.
A banner with white letters on a red background in the lobby is particularly eye-catching:
Warmly welcome Professor Zhang, an otolaryngology expert from Hunan University, to visit our hospital.
My mother knew the news the day before yesterday while watching TV, more than 60 miles of bumps, nearly two hours of waiting in line, just to give me ** otitis media, a box of more than 300 capsules.
At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, in the small restaurant in the county, my mother specially asked for a bottle of beer.
Drink some of it, you're 17 years old!
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a brand clothing store in the county, a pair of trousers.
260 yuan, a pair of leather shoes.
I've vaguely figured out the price, but I still remember the brand clearly: Dragon Vein.
It was a huge luxury for me back then.
My mother said that boys still need to have two good clothes.
5 p.m. Sending my mother to the station, the slightly tired back became one of the deepest impressions in my growth memory,......
At 6 p.m., sit in the classroom.
Looking at the 58-point math paper, I secretly decided to start all over ......
Three. Spring Festival of xx year.
The reality is terrible, and there is no clue.
One warm afternoon, I was still talking about my ideals and ambitions.
Mom just said lightly that everything must be down-to-earth.
A man is like a country, only when you are strong, others will respect you.
Four. Mom never plays mahjong, nor does she get together to idle nonsense.
She was always doing laundry, knitting sweaters, making insoles ......
Her hands never stopped.
When spring comes, she will carefully plant all kinds of vegetables in the vegetable patch; Fertilize the woods behind the yard.
In the summer, she always fills the refrigerator with cold drinks, and she can never finish the homemade mung bean soup and white fungus soup.
After the autumn wind, she would sweep up fallen leaves and pick up branches, just to burn two less coals.
In winter, she will make a lot of thick new quilts to keep her family and all the guests warm like spring.
Normally, she teaches at school.
Families come and go.
The mutual support of rural red and white ceremonies.
Mom's hands not only created our whole happy family.
It also shaped my confident, healthy and uplifting personality.
Five. Women all over the world love beauty.
My mom was also a petty bourgeoisie at times, and every time she was home, she would take the time to show me her collection of shoes.
and neatly folded clothes in the wardrobe.
Of course, there are a lot of dads.
Every time I wanted to buy a dress, she always said, there are no good clothes stores in our town that I don't know, and the gown I saw last time was so beautiful, I almost bought one for you and your dad!
Looking at the layers and cabinets of clothes, I thought, when will I finish wearing them?
Women are probably like that!
Six. On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, I was going to leave home and go home, and on the eve of my departure, my mother said.
Going to go, have some bars in the evening!
Thank you Mom, you not only gave me life and a strong physique.
It also gave me a noble bloodline and a good character!
May my mother stay young, live a long and healthy life, and be happy every day.
Of course, I hope Dad is the same!
Since the Chinese New Year, I haven't been home for half a year, I saw my dear parents in my morning dream, I have nothing to do, I want to write something for my mother, just a few pieces of life, I definitely can't fully show the depth of my mother's nurturing kindness to me, only endure my own shallow writing skills, and redouble my efforts in the future! Talk about filial piety and salute!
Lu Pengshu in Xiaoshan Humble House.
August 23 of the year of Gengyin.