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Date: July 4, 2005 1 1: 27: 10 Author: Lin Qingxuan Editor: Click: 988 Print Close.

Sometimes in retrospect, my mother's expectations for us are not as obvious and long-term as my father's. When I was a child, I was in poor health and had many problems. My mother has only one expectation for me, that is, to pray for my health. In order to let me grow up safely, my mother often walked a long way behind my back to see a doctor, so my first impression of my mother when I was a child was lying on my back to see a doctor.

Not only am I in poor health, but I often have accidents. When I was three years old, I stole soda. I didn't expect the soda bottle to contain "Fanzi oil" (smelly oil for lighting at night). After drinking, my eyes turned white, my mouth turned white and I fainted. My mother immediately took me to the street to find a doctor at a speed of 100 meters. It was the second day of the lunar new year, and the doctor went on vacation. My mother was in tears, but there was nothing she could do.

"I finally found a doctor in the last doctor's office. He beat two raw eggs for you to swallow, took a breath and opened his eyes. I didn't faint in the hospital until you opened your eyes. " Up to now, every time my mother mentions that I drink fenzi oil, I still have a lingering fear, as if I had picked up a son. I heard that she ran nearly ten kilometers that day to hug me to see a doctor.

When I was four years old, I jumped off the table, hit my mother's sewing machine iron foot and fell. My back skull is cracked, and my mother is cooking in the kitchen. I struggled to stand up and call my mother, who ran out of the kitchen.

"At that time, you were covered in blood from head to toe. When I first saw it, an idea came to my mind: this boy is hopeless. Fortunately, your father was at home and went to the hospital by bike. I hold you in the back seat and hold the blood vessels around my neck with one hand. When I arrived at the hospital, I was covered in blood. I was immediately pushed into the operating room. When I pushed it out, you called mom, ah! Ah! My baby is still alive, my baby is back ... I am so grateful that I shed tears. " My mother likes to lift my hair when she says this. Looking behind my ear, I saw a 20 cm long scar, like a centipede. When I heard that I fell, I was much smarter.

Because I am weak, as long as my mother hears that any tonic or herbal medicine can make my child healthy, she will go all the way to ask for a prescription and take medicine to supplement her body. Maybe too much. When I was six years old, I got a hernia and often rolled on the ground in pain, crying my eyes out. "That for a while, as long as I heard that there is a gentleman and a good medicine, I will go and see it. I've watched it for two years. I saw all the doctors and took all the medicines, but none of them were good. One day, a friend of your father came and said that surgery could cure hernia. Although we have no confidence in western medicine, we still sent it for surgery, and it will take a week to open a knife. If I had known this, I would have sent you for surgery two years ago, and you wouldn't have to suffer so much. " When my mother said that she had suffered so much, she meant me, of course, because the mothers of their time never thought about their own sufferings.

A year later, my eldest brother got polio and died a week later, which was a serious blow to my mother. Because my eldest brother and I have been together recently, she almost turned all her love to me, took good care of me, and especially spoiled me in those years.

For example, at that time, when the family was poor, eating eggs was not like children can eat one now, but an egg had to be cut into four continents (that is, four pieces). Mother has a special way to cut and boil eggs. She doesn't use a knife, but uses white cotton thread of car clothes, which can often be cut into four pieces of the same size and then distributed to us like babies. Every time she eats eggs, she often gives me an extra piece behind my back. Sometimes it is difficult to eat apples. If an apple is cut into twelve pieces, she will give me two pieces. She always leaves me a bowl of chicken soup when there are chicken chops.

Perhaps it was my mother's considerate care that my body miraculously got better and became very healthy. I was often ill for two or three years, and my homework became very good. I seldom see the second place. My mother used to say, "When you were a child, when you were in the second grade, you went to the Banana Garden to hide and cry, and didn't come home until dark. It's really a dead brain. Isn't the second place very good? "

However, because of my good health and good homework, my mother is not without worries. At that time, I was eccentric and seldom played with other children. I played by myself. Sometimes I play alone all day and talk to myself. Even when playing with a knife, I often play two roles by myself, one is just and the other is evil, and I often accidentally let gangsters beat the police. Then I squatted on the ridge and cried. Fortunately, psychiatrists were not as developed as they are now, otherwise I would have been sent.

"At that time, farmers were rarely so withdrawn as you and didn't know what they were thinking. Once I saw you sitting on the ridge in a daze, and I sat in the back and looked at you like that all afternoon. Later, I couldn't help crying, thinking that this lonely boy didn't know what to do for us when he grew up, and even the thought made me sad. Later, when it was dark and you came back from outside, I asked you,' What are you thinking when you are sitting on the ridge alone?' You said,' I'm waiting to cook and bloom, and I'll be back when the flowers bloom. This is really weird. I raised a child, and no one ever waited for flowers to bloom. "My mother recalled a fragment of my childhood. The cooking flower is mirabilis jalapa, which always blooms at dusk. I didn't believe it when the first dusk opened, so I sat and waited all afternoon.

However, my mother's worry didn't last long, because soon a charlatan came to our town, and my mother first named him my big brother. As soon as he finished speaking, he said, "This child is no longer alive, but unfortunately he is as rich as an enemy, expensive and expensive. If he were the son of a powerful man, he would not die. " My mother was greatly admired, so take my eight characters as an example. The fortune teller said, "The child was a little strange when he was a child, but when he grows up, he will become an official, at least a provincial councillor." My mother was greatly relieved when she heard this. It was a great event to be a provincial councillor in the countryside at that time. From then on, she no longer cared about my quirks. When people tell her that I have a strange personality, she always says, "It doesn't matter when I was a child."

It happened at this time that I returned to normal. I made many friends in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school. Hanging out with friends and playing games with ordinary children every day. My mother is very worried: "alas! The child is hopeless as an official. "

When I was fifteen, I left home to study elsewhere. Because of carsickness, my mother seldom comes to see me at school, so we have less chance to meet. She often says, "I seem to have lost it when I went out, but I seem to have picked it up when I came back." But every time I go home, she always gives me food for fear that I will suffer in other places, and then fills my backpack with things. Once I went back to school to open my backpack and found bananas and dates grown in our family. A can of milk powder, a bag of ginseng and a bag of dental floss; A packet of noodles tea fried by her, a string of zongzi tied by her, a can of pineapple, bamboo shoots and bean paste soaked by her own hands … some of them have been forgotten. At that time, I thought it was enough to open a grocery store.

At that time, I lived on campus, and every time I went home to my dormitory, my classmates said it was a small New Year, because I couldn't finish what my mother prepared for me. Until now, my mother is still like this. As soon as I got home, she stuffed everything into my bag, just like there was a famine in Taipei and I couldn't buy anything. Once I went back to Taipei, I found that the bag was particularly heavy. When I opened it, my mother put eight cans of soda in it. I called her and asked her why she needed so many sodas. She said, "I'll give it to you on the plane!" " "

After graduating from high school, I am getting farther and farther away from home. Every time I go home for a ride, my mother will give up what she is doing, accompany me for a ride, and scramble to help me pay the fare as if I were a three-year-old child. When the car is about to leave, my mother will lean against the railing of the station and wave to me. At that time, I always saw tears in her eyes, which was heartbreaking.

I can't finish writing my mother. Of the five brothers and sisters in our family, only my eldest brother serves my mother, and the others fly very high, but when I think of my mother, she seems to be standing beside us.

I don't think my life was in vain, because I met my mother, and now I think of my mother's various karma and a story she told when I was a child:

There are two friends, one is A Dai and the other is Artu. They travel together.

One day, they came to the seaside and saw an island in the sea. They looked at the island together and fell asleep because of fatigue. In the evening, Artu had a dream that there lived a monopoly on the other side of the island. There is a white camellia in the rich man's yard, and there is an altar of gold under its root. Then Artu's dream woke up.

The next day, Artu told A Dai about the dream and said with a sigh, "It's a pity that it's just a dream!"

A Dai believed it and said, "Can you sell me your dream?" Artu was so happy that he sold the right to dream to A Dai.

A Dai bought his dream and went to the island. Artu sold his dream and went home.

When he arrived at the island, A Dai found that there was a monopoly here. Many tea trees are planted in the rich man's yard. He was so happy that he stayed as a servant of the rich man and worked for a year just to wait for the tea in the yard to bloom.

The next spring, camellia bloomed. Unfortunately, all the camellias are red, and none is white. A Dai lived in a rich man's house and waited year after year. Many years have passed, and one spring, a white camellia finally bloomed in the yard. A Dai dug up the root of white camellia, and sure enough, he dug up an altar of gold. The next day, he quit his job and returned to his hometown, becoming the richest man in his hometown.

Atul, who sold his dream, is still poor.

This is a Japanese fairy tale. My mother always said, "Many dreams are out of reach, but as long as you persist, they may come true." She is a conservative rural woman, no different from ordinary rural women, but she encourages us to have dreams and know how to persist. That alone made me a writer later.

The screenwriter may not be as good as an official, but it is a brand-new experience for her mother. When she talked about me to the villagers, she found the answers to all my childhood troubles and quirks.