The second day of the lunar month is my birthday, every Time, I will miss my mother more and more. As the saying goes, “A child’s birthday is a mother’s hard day. I really understand the true meaning of this saying after I also became a mother. I know the kindness of Parents only when I raise a child. Not to mention the pain of conception in October, from the birth of a small Life, until the growth of adults, the process of hardship, it is difficult to say, at this time, the most parents have the right to speak.
“The most is the earth can not stay, vermilion face resigned mirror flowers resigned tree”. I feel like I haven’t grown up yet, a snap of the fingers, I am already half a hundred people, and my mother has also entered the ancient age. A few days ago, when talking to my mother on the phone, her old man’s sentiments were still ringing in my ears: am I getting old? On the bus, some young people even took the initiative to help me get on, but I’m only in my early seventies ah! The helplessness, helplessness, resignation and sadness in my mother’s tone made my nose sore in another city, and I couldn’t say a word at that time, just let the tears flow.
My mother is indeed growing old, seeing the afterglow of her old man’s prime gone, and gradually showing the sunset of the evening. I remember when we used to visit her in Weifang, when we left, my mother always sent us to the road in front of the community, these times to go, my mother is not even downstairs. Think about how long it’s been, the mother who ran around the village carrying the medical kit, the mother who was called away in her sleep by the patient’s Family overnight, the mother who picked up and dropped off my son when he was in kindergarten, it was clearly more than twenty years ago, but everything is as clear as yesterday. At that time, my mother had a green head of hair and was still in good shape; at that time, my mother was in high spirits and was able to walk as fast as she could. I always thought that old age was a very distant thing from my mother, but I never expected it to come so suddenly. It is true that my mother’s rapid aging is related to the death of my great-uncle. In late spring, my mother’s two-year-old brother-in-law passed away suddenly, and her old man could not accept it for a while, and spent all day in tears. However, the post-operative effect was not satisfactory, and since then my mother has been weak and hobbled. Even so, my mother was still always concerned about us, especially me.
I’m ashamed to say that I was not a child that my parents were worried about since I was a child, until now, my parents are still worried about me. I have always been partial to rayon clothes, the soft, soft texture of my skin, like a mother’s touch. I’m obsessed with this feeling and always wear it close to my body, whether it’s summer or winter. I know my daughter better than my mother. Every year my mother used the treadle sewing machine that had been with her for over forty years to make rayon clothes for me, from buying the fabric, cutting it out, to sewing and processing, the old man did everything herself. The amazing thing is that the clothes are often in the most up-to-date colors and styles that I like. Just a while ago, when my mother returned to Zhucheng, she brought me a large package of nearly 20 pieces of rayon clothes. Not to mention that there are long-sleeved, short-sleeved, long pants, shorts, single that the style of the collar is a bright spot, what round neck, chicken heart collar, v-neck, a collar, square collar, stand-up collar, etc., will mother’s life’s work in clothing to show the best. A few of them are particularly loose, obviously not for my body, could it be that my mother’s old eyes are dizzy and misread the size? But this is a mistake that can be detected by visual inspection alone! When I was confused, my mother told me: “I feel that my body is getting worse every day, so I should do more now while my body allows me to do so, but I am afraid that I will not have enough strength in the future. These clothes are enough for me to wear for ten years.
Mother, I am thirsty for a drop of water, you are willing to pour it a sea; I need a leaf, you are willing to give me the whole forest. Only a mother can be so thoughtful for her child, and only a mother can make such a long-term plan for her child, despite her own exertions. In the eyes of a mother, there is never a small thing in a child, and in the eyes of a child, what position do parents occupy? I asked myself, in addition to my heart overflowing with guilt and self-recrimination, I actually could not say a word.
The people, unless they reach a certain age, some things are difficult to appreciate the good intentions of parents. I remember learning this text in high school: When Queen Yan was married, her mother, Empress Dowager Zhao, held her heel and wept, missing her but not wanting her to return. This sentence seems contradictory. It turns out that during the Warring States period, when a vassal married a daughter, she could return to her mother’s country only after she was abolished or died. Of course, Empress Dowager Zhao did not want this kind of bad luck to befall her daughter, so she was torn. At that time, this article touched me but only in a superficial way, until today I have a deep feeling: to make long-term plans for their children, is the world’s mother’s love is also common.
I remember when I used to have a birthday, my mother would always prepare hand-rolled noodles and boiled eggs for me, which contained her strong wishes and great expectations. Now, on my birthday, I make myself a bowl of hand-rolled noodles and egg halves, accompanied by my mother’s blessings from another city or a phone call from me to her. It is this bowl of birthday noodles, which carries the taste of longing and gratitude, that accompanies me through the birthdays when my mother is not around.
It feels like the bowl of birthday noodles from last year is still warm, and this year’s birthday is coming. This moment suddenly misses my mother, the feeling of calling a mother someone should be really happy. An acre of land has a good field, a hundred years old has a mother good. I sincerely wish my mother good health, and sincerely pray that this simple wish of calling out to my mother someone should never become a luxury I can never get in this life. When the tide of longing comes, it will be poured into the end of the pen, drafted into a small article, to express an inch of heart.
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