In 1981, I was admitted to a key high school 18 miles away, and out of more than 40 children in the village, 4 were admitted, and the rest of my partners, some of whom went to an ordinary high school close to home, and some of whom worked as farmers in the village.
More than 40 years have passed, and an incident from high school has always haunted my mind and become a memory that can never be erased. It was a matter of my mother's life, and now I really want to tell my mother the secret buried in my heart, but my mother has left me three years ago, and I will never have the opportunity to tell her the secret of the army green shirt truthfully.
Go home once a week on the weekend, desperately help my father and mother do some farm work, and then return to school with dry food and pickles on my back, living in a private house without a courtyard near the school, two boys in the class have a wooden bed, and there are nearly 20 classmates living in the room. In the early eighties, there were polyester clothes on the market, and the color of men's clothing was only black and army green, considering that I went to high school in other places, my mother bought me an army green polyester card shirt for the first time in order to dress up her son, I naturally couldn't help but be overjoyed, such clothes have no wrinkles, the neckline and cuffs are straight, the clothes are neatly buttoned, and there are 4 pockets in the upper and lower rows, and the clothes made by the machine are really beautiful. I was reluctant to take it out and wear it, so I folded it and pressed it under the pillow, for fear that it would be dirty.
However, after a few days, I suddenly noticed that the new clothes that were pressed under the pillow were missing, what should I do? What can I do? Was it stolen by someone else? No one among my classmates has ever worn this kind of polyester army green top, I lost the new clothes that my mother bought for me, the sadness in my heart is not the value of a piece of clothing, and more importantly, if I go home and tell my mother, will she feel distressed, the mother who has experienced the era of not enough food and clothing, the mother who has broken through the Kanto region in order to make a living, and the mother who desperately raises pigs and chickens, and desperately pulls the mother of four children, will she feel sorry for this new dress? I immediately decided that I couldn't tell my mother about the loss of my new clothes.
So, I saved up the change that I had given me every week, saved up nearly two months, scraped together enough ten yuan, and went to the market alone to buy an army green polyester shirt as the dress my mother bought for me. This secret has always been buried in my heart, even when I was admitted to university, joined the work, and served my elderly mother carefully and thoughtfully, until my mother died of illness at the age of eighty-two, I never revealed this secret.
Mother's love is great, selfless and desireless, irreplaceable, every time I think that I am now a child without a mother, even if I am sixty years old, I still have tears, mother, I miss you!