Sanchunhui.
Written on the occasion of my mother's eighty-fourth birthday.
Wen Xiaopeng. My mother was a peasant woman who lived with the land all her life, and was illiterate. When he was young, his family was big-mouthed, and he could only rely on hard work, and even had to pay more than ordinary villagers to barely make ends meet. For many years, he carried his hand on his shoulder, overloaded and fell ill! Especially varicose veins in the lower limbs, getting old and getting worse day by day, when attacking, the pain all night can not sleep! After the years of antiquity, even more!
In the winter of Xinmao, my mother told me that my feet hurt badly, so I hurriedly bought medicine and went home to visit. At that time, when I returned to Han from home, there was only an early bus on Yuhe Street, and I had to walk nearly two kilometers from home to catch the bus. The winter morning was windy and cold, and my mother insisted on sending me to the street to catch a car. He also used a flat pole to pick up sundries such as local products and mountain goods, ......At that time, the cold moon was vague, the frost was as white as snow, and the mother was limping and wiping the ground, and her white hair was dancing! When I got to the street, my mother was holding a flat pole, holding the rope on the flat pole with one hand, and covering the cotton jacket that had been untied due to the heat with the other hand, and stayed where she was, watching the car start, and then slowly turned around and ......
I didn't dare to look back at my mother standing in the cold wind! The image of the mother lying on her back and motionless in the cold morning light is so clear and blurry! After returning to Han, He Tears filled in a song "Appeal to Heartfelt Love, Winter Morning Morning".
1) A rooster crows to break the dawn and cold, a good frost day! The white-haired old mother sent her son, staggering, and staggering. The wind is cold, the residual stars are faint, and tears are pouring down! Choked all the way, a sour journey, a lifetime of missing!
2) The old mother is sick and the child is sick, and tears are the most difficult to speak! Heaven and earth carry the kindness of relatives, remember the dream, and engrave the heart! Taishan Shou, Donghai Fu, Songbai Yan! No more hard work, as long as you are healthy, you will fulfill your wishes!
After my mother was 80 years old, she still worked hard!
Over the course of a year, you can harvest more than 100 catties of peanut oil and a few catties of tea, and basically enjoy your children and grandchildren!
We persuaded her to stop farming and enjoy the rest of her life, but she still can't do without a hoe and a flat burden, and she works hard all year round! Usually, the fish and meat sent by relatives visiting her are all frozen and stored; The cowpeas, bitter gourds, pumpkins, sweet potatoes, lettuce, and peppers that she usually cultivates and thinks her children and grandchildren like are all steamed, dried, and stored in the sun, just waiting for us to go home and fill the carriage for the return trip!
But she herself is so frugal that it hurts to the heart, and she often cooks a meal for three or four days, and when she is busy, a bowl of rice is served with a plate of pickles. Eating leftovers was her daily routine, which led to an acute attack of intestinal obstruction. Occasionally, she repeatedly warned her neighbors not to tell us, lest we worry.
And the most commonly talked about topic in ** is: how many catties of rapeseed oil are beaten, come back and get it; How many catties of peanuts have been collected, come back and get them; how many eggs the hen has laid, come back and get it; For many years, my mother has given us what she thinks is the best in the call and exhortation of "come back and get it" and "come back to get it"! "Come back and get it" is often the end of the sentence between mother and son! "Come back and get it", "Come back and get it", my mother has been reading from the middle age of being healthy and healthy in her forties to the old age of her eighties! And in this "coming back to get" that is not easy to come back and get over the years, I know that I was born with roots, my heart to rely on, and my soul to return! As the son of man, what a wealth and spoiling of the world!
In the middle of summer last year, I went back to my hometown Xiaojiahe to visit my mother and spend the summer. Because of the frequent wine poems, in fact, there are fewer times at home and more time when they are away. Every day, when I go out early and return late, my mother can't wait for me to come home, so she goes to bed first. One night, when I returned home, I saw the moonlight sprinkled all over the small courtyard, the laurel shadow was mottled, the lotus fragrance was overflowing, and in the middle of the courtyard, a reclining chair was arranged, and under the reclining chair, the aroma of a mosquito coil curled ......
It must be that the illiterate mother thought that her son, who liked to be vassal, would enjoy the moon when he returned, and there were many mosquitoes in the countryside in summer, so she set up a reclining chair in advance and lit mosquito coils ......I lay in the courtyard and watched the stars move and the fireflies went out, and I should have been in a peaceful mood, but the tide was endless! I just felt a hot torrent rising from my heart! And when I walked into the toilet in the yard, I was surprised to find that mosquito coils were also lit next to ......the toilet squatting pitMy eyes and nose broke the defense in an instant! The moonlight is silent, the tears are silent, and the mosquito coils flowing quietly ......
In the moonlit field, I wandered around the reclining chairs and mosquito coils, watching the night sky with sparse moons and stars, the Tianhe rising water, and the silver and Han westward. In the dark, the poems that flickered with tears and hurt the heart three thousand years ago also came with the bright moonlight:
The thorny heart is dying, and the mother's family is laborious; If you want to repay the virtue, Haotian is reckless!
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Pick me up, raise me, take care of me!
In my ears, I couldn't help but hear the melody of "The Great Sky" that hurt me countless times: Mom, under the moonlight, lying quietly in the blood; Happiness is born in a painful heart, only your love is flawless ......
I couldn't calm my heart, in the moonlight courtyard, in the aroma of mosquito coils, I repeatedly muttered: I grow me and nurture me, take care of me and restore me; If you want to repay the virtue, Haotian is reckless!
And I know deep down that in the face of my mother's love, all the verses and melodies in this world are so pale and powerless!
The love of the Son of Man, as it is, as it is! There is only the sigh of "Kaifeng", the song of "Tatebu"!
Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs!
Xiao Peng is a writer, poet and songwriter. He has published 6 personal monographs (sets), 2 of which have been collected by the National Library, the Capital Library and the Peking University Library. He has won more than 60 literary creation awards at or above the provincial and municipal levels, and his poems, essays, and essays have been collected by various special (anthologies) more than 80 times, and his articles have been selected by CCTV's "Morning Reading Newspaper" column for many times; The political lyric poems "The Sacrifice of the National Soul" and "The Soul of Injustice on the Landscape" have had a significant impact with their distinctive ideology and epochal nature; Essays "Reading Autumn", "Autumn Colors", "I Set Off from the Stone Threshold of the Black Tile House in Xiaojiahe", "My Hometown, My Land", Essays "Show and Gagging and Gagging Away", "Sending Plaques and Receiving Plaques", ""Officials and Bandits" Are Fiercer Than Tigers", "Who is "Some"? and other selected books or textbooks. 】