20 19-06- 18 my mother

At my age, it is better to understand my mother. My grandmother gave birth to three sons and three daughters, and my mother was the second daughter, sandwiched between my aunt and my aunt. In their eyes, my mother is a fortune teller. My aunt graduated from junior high school and worked hard with my uncle in Yiwu, earning a well-off life and having no worries about food and clothing. My aunt has a strong personality, and her uncle retired from the winery. The old couple also bought a house in the city for their old age. As far as my mother is concerned, she always followed her father at work in her early years. She has never worked normally in her life, and occasionally works as a temporary worker. She is basically a housewife. She grew up weak, dizzy and often nervous. Plus, she is timid, introverted and honest, and just married her father. It can be said that she was bullied by her husband and didn't dare to tell anyone. She could only knock out her front teeth and swallow them in her stomach, which led to atrophic gastritis later.

I always feel inexplicably bitter when I think of my mother. First, I suffered a lot in my early years, and second, I got sick. Besides, it is also a torment to want to go out for a walk. She often laments that she was sinful in her last life, which led to a lot of suffering in this life. In my childhood impression, it was often a painting, living in that dark little quadrangle, burning an oil lamp, my mother holding me young, crying for the lamp, tears dripping on my face. Although I am unknown so, I can feel my mother's bitterness. Calling my mother often makes my mother feel even worse. She often says, "You can call mom, but who can I go to?" Although my grandparents were alive at that time, my mother was a bitter person and rarely ran back to her family to complain. It may also be this reason, which also led to my reluctance to tell the outside world about my anguish.

My mother is a weak but extremely kind person, which makes up for her deficiency in my heart. I remember when I was a child, I raised a yellow dog at home and the bitch gave birth to a litter of puppies. When she was still nursing, she was unfortunately poisoned, leaving a litter of starving puppies with open eyes! Is it convenient for the villagers? Play the idea of little suckling dog, say a little money to buy a litter of puppies to eat. Mother refused to listen to life and death, and felt really cruel, but it was not easy to raise this litter of puppies. I remember that I didn't seem to be able to walk at that time, so I had to limp to start with the bench at home. While taking me, my mother bought a small bottle and milk powder and began to feed the baby dog. It's fine during the day, and she puts the little nursing dog on the bed at night. In the middle of the night, the little milk dog squeaked with hunger, and she got up to soak milk powder and feed it one by one, tirelessly and repeatedly. Later, my mother said that I didn't know if I could raise this litter of puppies. Until one time, she bought a piece of hot tofu in the morning and broke a piece for them to eat. I didn't expect the little suckling dogs to eat it. At this time, she had confidence. After all, it is unrealistic for her family to buy milk powder all the time.

? My mother always thinks she is a weak person. She never went out to work in her life and didn't make any money. But she has been contracting with her father for drying powder factory, tofu factory and pig farm. At that time, because it was contracted by the government, most of the profits were handed over to the Grain Management Office, and she could only make a living. But in the meantime, my mother has been the main labor force. During the contract period, my mother helped my father set up a factory, especially the production and processing, which has always been the focus of my mother between factories. Those years were also my mother's 30-40 years old. I am really tired and can hardly take care of the growth of our brother and sister. If my mother had been working day and night, my father could not have managed the factory alone. But my mother always felt that there was nothing she could do. Although she is very clear about the proportion of raw materials to be processed, dry powder particles can be processed after being cooked to a certain extent, and all the experience has been accumulated bit by bit through hard work, she always feels that she can't do anything.

? Mother said that when she first married her father, she couldn't even cook a noodle well, or even cooked it half-baked. Father often dislikes that she can't cook, is weak and can't do farm work. She worked hard all her life, but she still worked hard. I asked her why she could bear it silently. She said that because of our brother and sister, as long as she saw our two young children, she could eat anything, so she learned to make handmade noodles, spread wheat cakes, wonton, jiaozi, zongzi, pickles and dried bamboo shoots, and also learned to weave colorful homespuns and make handmade brine tofu. Slowly, we grew up and left her side. She is still trying to make handmade slippers for my brother and sister. Now, all my slippers are made by my mother. She also keeps bees and stores honey, just to let the children eat authentic local honey. Nowadays, I often admire my mother's handiwork, but she always says disapprovingly, what kind of craftsmanship is this? Eating and living is just a common occurrence! She is such a humble and hardworking woman that she can't be idle all the time.

? My mother's pain often makes me uneasy. Although it can't be changed, there is always a faint heartache in my heart. Most women of her generation are in pain, but many women will resist and complain, but my mother silently suffers. Now I have asked her when she is old, but she has a grievance in her heart. She also smiled with relief and said, it's all over, it's all over now, and she's pessimistic. Time will tell, and now no one is angry with her except her poor health. Although she didn't enjoy much happiness in her later years, she always saw the bright moon through dark clouds. She thinks this is her own life.

I am silent, and my heart is always distressed and helpless. I just hope that she will be safe and healthy from now on. I only hope that she can understand that her kindness and ability have long been rooted in the child's heart, and she is grateful and irreplaceable.