Wen Qiao Lili (Xinxiang, Henan).
The way home for the Chinese New Year this year is tortuous.
When I went back to my parents' house for the Chinese New Year, my mother excitedly wanted me to live from the first day of junior high school to the fifteenth, but how could this be possible, the adult world is not easy for you to be free to splash.
Before I went home, I stuffed the trunk to the brim, and my mother told me again and again that I didn't dare to buy so many things anymore and couldn't finish eating. I always smile, I only go home a few times a year, I always want to take more, but the old man is looking forward to me, not those bunch of things.
When I went home this year, there were non-stop traffic jams on the highway and car accidents, and everyone may be in a hurry to go home. Turning around, the original three-hour journey took more than an hour, and it took more than one o'clock to get home. The sound of "Mom" when I entered the house, I cried, my mother is no longer young, she is no longer a petite woman who is over half a hundred years old. Hearing my shout, she excitedly came out of the kitchen and trotted all the way out.
Look at me, look at the children, and then see the trunk of food, while complaining that I was stupid, what to buy so much, while helping to bring it into the house, the smile on the corner of my mouth did not stop.
From the moment she ate, my mother's mouth never stopped, as if she was about to finish what she hadn't said for a long time, and she said that I listened, and I knew that it was an expression of love for me.
When my mother saw the gray hairs on the top of my head, she began to reproach me again, saying that I was blind and didn't want to take care of everything, that I shouldn't work so hard, that there was something that I couldn't put down, that I should eat and drink, that she couldn't go to my place often, that she should help me and help me ......
This is my mother, I am afraid that I will be wronged by marrying far away. Actually, I know that she loves me very much, but she is not good at expressing it.
When I was a child, I always resented her at every turn, blamed her for not hurting me, blamed her for beating me, and always felt like I was an angry bag. But when I grew up, I realized how ridiculous I was at that time.
I still remember the autumn of that year, which was exceptionally hot. I was in the third grade of primary school, and the school was close to the fields in our village.
When I was a kid, unlike now, we didn't have the internet or a mobile phone in the 90s, but we were happy to go to school. I woke up early, shouted all over the village, called friends, talked and laughed together, and walked to school.
Why was I so happy when I went to school at that time?
When I was in the third grade, I was very timid. Once, after school in the afternoon, my classmate invited me to watch TV in her brick kiln.
Okay, a cartoon bought me, which directly led to the next beating.
At that time, I forgot what cartoons I watched, I only remembered the sky that was getting dark, and I was anxious at the time. I kept urging my classmates to hurry home and stop looking. But she always said that it would be good for a while, and for a while, it was completely dark.
I couldn't bear it, and urged again, so she reluctantly turned off the TV and wanted to go home with me. As a result, the dark night beat away our audacity, so we had to turn back and go to the brick kiln to call her father to go back with us.
The muddy road that had just rained was very difficult to walk, just like how I felt at the time. I know, it's too late, I know, it's bad. But I never thought my mother was so nervous about me.
When I got home, my sister saw me and was so angry that she hit me directly and asked me if I saw my mother, I was surprised, it turned out that my mother, seeing that I hadn't returned for a long time, went out to look for me.
After a long time, a long time, when I felt my fear of being beaten slowly take hold, my mother came back out of breath.
As soon as I entered the house, I was surprised at first, and then I was furious. Without saying a word, he picked up the broom at the door and ran towards me.
I haven't. 
I've seen my mother get so angry, and I know that I can't run away from this beating, but I still don't want to be beaten. So, I ran, and my mother chased. Until I couldn't run anymore and the broom fell on me. My mother cried while beating, saying that she had gone all over the surrounding Zhuangzi by herself, but she didn't find me, for fear that I would have a chance.
What did I say at the time? Maybe it's probably some children's angry words, I can't remember, I only remember the pain on my body, and the resentment towards my mother, but why don't I want to think about it, the road is so difficult to walk, she is a petite woman who has walked so far, how can she have the strength to beat me hard? She's just scared, just distressed, just not good at expressing it.
Now, I am also a mother, and when I watch my children make trouble, I will also say a few words and hit them twice. I came to understand my mother, but she was no longer young.
Mother's love is a book, when we understand the meaning, we are already the people in it.