Yesterday's daughter is today's mother, and her husband and son don't know how to suffer.
The whole family is heartbroken, and they are busy with housework after work.
Meng's mother moved the sage book three times, and her mother-in-law tattooed the word to resist external humiliation.
The needlework in the hand warms the world, who says that women are not husbands.
The 38th Festival is approaching, and I would like to pay tribute to all women in the world with a small poem.
My mother was picked up by my father on a bicycle. It's not far away, it's only four or five miles. In the seventies, the mother's family was still in the middle class. Grandpa is a member of the public family and a leader, and his family is wealthy. The seven siblings have at least completed high school and junior high school, and the two uncles have even graduated from college and are working successfully. In my memory, my mother should have been in high school. The father is semi-literate and poor except for the slightly more righteous appearance, and the mother and him should not be entangled. My analysis, first, the mother's appearance is very general and ordinary, and the second is that at that time, it was more or less patriarchal, the appointment of the parents and the matchmaker, and then there is information blockage, and the father is honest and honest, and it is almost the same. At that time, many marriages were confused or imminent, and with the mother's family background and culture, it was a dimensionality reduction blow.
At that time, the new house was three new mud-walled and straw houses, with a single bed and a seat in the house, and nothing outside the bedding. It is estimated that the mother was shocked at that time, and her heart was also cold. Lived in the "new house" for fifteen years. I remember when I was a child, it rained heavily outside, and there was light rain inside, and the pots and pans were not enough to catch the rain. Rats and mosquitoes were regulars, and later a few cobwebs formed in the corner. Westinghouse grain sundries, eastward bedroom, hall living room and kitchen, water tank and noodle tank behind the door, if there is a case board in the middle, there is basically no one sitting in the house. Farm work, cooking, laundry, housework, and my mother around the stove is a lifetime. There is no electricity to say electrical appliances, and the only radio has become my mother's only spiritual food, and later she will also read my villain book and borrowed martial arts**. My father can't get used to this, he is a farmer, and smoking and watching dramas is the only entertainment. There is a kerosene lamp above the corner, I work during the day, and I rely on it for cooking and needlework at night, until now my mother does not turn on the light until it is dark, and her eyes are not spent in her seventies. At that time, there were no tools, no pre-made dishes, and cooking was tedious and tiring. Later, to save money, he began to use firewood in the courtyard, which was not easy to burn and smoke in rainy and snowy days. My parents and I have been buying shoes from my mother's hands for a long time, and I have hardly ever bought shoes, and occasionally a few pairs of old ones have been knocked out from my grandmother's house. Later, with me, my mother worked harder. I have to be led to work and cook, and I have to carry my relatives to the wind, frost, snow and rain.
I was poor, my mother followed my father, but in fact, I didn't enjoy any happiness in this life, and people with two cultural differences are indispensable for quarrels and bumps. My mother's sisters were all well married and rarely came to my house. Reincarnation is a technical question, and marrying a person is a multiple-choice question. Mothers also have a chance to change their fate. At that time, she was still young, and she was considered highly educated in our village. I once came to train as a women's captain, but my mother refused, and now I don't understand. Later, I thought that our family environment, honest and submissive, timid and fearful, solidified people's consciousness and vision, and my mother was unwilling to fight with others, and it was better to have more than one thing to do less.
My mother had some education, and later the village farm subcontracted the orchard, and my mother persuaded my father to contract a piece as well. Both of them have dedicated themselves to the orchard for nearly 20 years, and although they did not make a fortune, they managed to get out of poverty. The father is stupid, and the sales work basically falls on the mother. The two of them got up early to pull the fruit to the town market, and after a while my father helped, he came back to feed the chickens, pigs, and other chores. Most of my mother spent the day on the side of the road in the scorching sun caused by mosquitoes and flies. It is impossible to eat on the street, a tea-bottle and a pocket of dry buns. It is not easy to pay for sanitation and booth fees, the exclusion of peers and ruffians, and the suppression and exploitation of various departments. When I went to school in the town, I saw my mother several times, broke steamed buns and put them in a bowl of boiling water and ate them. Few of them could be sold out, and when it was dark, my mother hunched over and pulled half a rack of carts of fruit back step by step.
After a long period of work, my mother's waist, shoulders and legs hurt everything that hurts, and everything that can get sick is sick. My father is very afraid of spending money, even if he sees a doctor, his life will be improvised. Later, when I was in high school, my mother was so sick that she had to go to the county hospital. The third aunt who is a ** said that the diseases accumulated by rural people over time cannot be cured by how much money they spend. After coming back, my mother didn't sit still, I don't know from ** to find a home remedy, what exercises to do, insist on it every day, and it was actually slowly**.
My mother didn't celebrate the 38th Festival, and even her birthday was saved. On his birthday, my father would generously steam a pot of rice and stir-fry potatoes. His poor mindset seriously affected my family's quality of life and my future. Now that my life is better, I have a family and a business, and my parents don't have much pressure, but life is still hard and easy. When I went back to my hometown, I would give my mother some pocket money, but without exception, my father "took" it away, and my mother rarely had even a dollar in her pocket. Most of her clothes are old clothes worn by several aunts. It is said that my mother is over 70 years old, and it is time to enjoy the joy of her old age. But I've been running around for half my life, and my mother hasn't enjoyed much of my blessings. I make a living in other places, and my son is at his wife's mother's house in the county seat. Because of the distance from her hometown, the mother rarely saw her grandson, let alone picked her up and dropped her off to school. In our rural areas, it is a joy to be able to bring children to children at the age of 60 or 70, and there is something to do and a sense of existence. And now the two of them are usually empty nesters.
I told my mother that installing an air conditioner at home would make it more comfortable in summer and winter, but my mother didn't want to live or die. I bought her a smartphone, but she couldn't use it. Fortunately, there is a TV, and now the only meaningful thing for my mother is to watch TV, and it is simple. I know my mother, a cultured person who has lived a whole life in an uneducated rural family, a person who stands and drinks like Kong Yiji, and a life of hard life. My father still smokes, watches plays, and gossips, and can't change it. The mother actually reluctantly integrated into the family.
I have also increased the frequency of going back to my hometown now, not on the 38th Festival, for fear that I will suddenly never see my mother again. Every time I see my mother, I feel a sense of distress and guilt. At this time, I took my mother's place to do the cooking, housework, or a little heavier work. Mother has rare leisure to sit in front of the TV and watch the ups and downs of other people's lives in film and television dramas. The sun outside the window at noon sprinkled warmly on her body. I don't know how my mother looks back on her life, maybe she just hasn't looked back on the past day by day. I think my mother married into a different family, and her life was opened in a different way, what kind of life would she have?
After ten years away from home, mother and son rarely met.
The years have passed, and goodbye has bent back.
Dozens of miles, urban and rural areas.
Leaning on his mother to enjoy his family, it is difficult to return to the field.