Gourd has seven eyes.

For decades, I have an unconscious habit of drawing the simplest stick figure in my mind. This picture also has a title-seven-eyed gourd. This is a secret that I have never shared with others, and I can't share it with others. It is my obsessive-compulsive disorder, a shadow of me, and my unborn brother and sister have been accompanying me to protect me.

Sometimes children will play with their elders. This is the countryside in the 1970s. Once in a Chinese class, all the students got together to play riddles after class. After having a good time, I still pestered my family to continue playing. While doing housework, my mother said, "Come, let me solve a riddle. Guess what this is? A gourd has seven eyes. " I pointed to the eyes, nostrils, mouth and ears on my head and counted from one to seven. My mother smiled and looked at me brilliantly. Encouraged, I pestered my mother to give me more riddles. "A seven-eyed gourd" just walked into my brain and my life. Once I walked in, I couldn't get out, as if I had taken root.

"A gourd has seven eyes", this sentence came out of my mother's mouth and got into my ear. This sentence accompanied my mother unconsciously laid many cornerstones of my life, even corners.

Why did such a simple riddle leave such a deep impression on my mind? This may have a lot to do with the underdeveloped information at that time. The brain that is not occupied by TV, computer, smart phone and newspaper is almost abandoned. What remains will grow, and what remains will only grow. However, so many people said so much at that time, why did I insist on my mother's words at once, so tightly that I couldn't get rid of it? My understanding is simple: "mother-child connection" has various forms, and it doesn't make much sense. This is a way for me to keep in close contact with my mother, caring for each other and inducing each other.

Yes, today, when I drew this stick figure in my mind again, I thought of my mother. When I write this title, I intend to spend a few hours today thinking about my mother wholeheartedly.

Mother didn't go to school for a day, and an illiterate mother naturally has so many virtues and wisdom. When I was young, I didn't recognize my mother's Excellence without beads in my eyes. After middle age, with the growth of age, I feel more and more amazing about my mother. At the same time, I feel more and more like my mother. My voice has my mother's voice, my breath has my mother's breath, and my hair has become a bit like my mother's hair before her death. More obviously and more importantly, my temperament and many habits are simply copies of my mother.

Mom never does anything bad. She believes in karma and always says "God has eyes". There are too many bad things in my mother's eyes, which is simply incompatible with many current views. For example, cherishing things, my mother thinks that all food is a gift from God. If you don't care about things, you will destroy God's goodwill, and God will remember and look for opportunities to get back at you. So every time when the years are bad, my mother will sum it up like this: no one here is human. Influenced by my mother, I never dare to waste or despise everything from nature. Alas, it is also interesting to say that I have this virtue of cherishing things. God specially gave me a strong stomach, which is not picky about food and has a large capacity. You will say that it is your virtue of cherishing things that raises a strong stomach. No, no,no. My parents remember. I've been eating since I was a child. It's easy to raise

Not only that, influenced by my mother, I especially like being close to nature. No matter what season, as long as I have time, I will wander in the fields, where I can find many wild vegetables and medicinal materials. God is really as magical as my mother said, with clear rewards and punishments. Nature is God in my mother's eyes. God really loves things. Whenever I enjoy these gifts from God, I feel sorry for my mother.

Also because of awe, thrifty mothers never take advantage of foreign money. My mother told me from an early age not to pick up things that others dropped on the ground. It's unlucky to pick up this kind of thing. You'll say it's superstition, I agree. But this superstition is healthy and beautiful, don't you think? Now it is reported on the internet that the Japanese are not connected. Many people in China envy and hate. I just think it's normal. It is reasonable for the Japanese not to pick up what they left behind and what they picked up, and to seek legal principles to make laws. Everything my mother taught me was superstitious and well-founded. When I became a mother, I also taught my children the way my mother taught me. I don't have to change a word, which is particularly effective, because such a simple superstition can make money. Is there a clean government report that can produce such an effect?

Speaking of superstition, my mother is superstitious, and so am I. I inherited everything my mother once believed in. For example, if you don't sweep the floor at night, you won't take out the garbage; For example, don't say unlucky words. If you say unlucky words, you must wipe your mouth with a wall. For example, no matter how hard you feel, you don't say anything like "Never again". Superstition, I even believe that my superstition will get the response of my dead mother. I read my mother's response in a way that both my mother and I understand. For example, in my dream, it is possible that my mother is helping me make a decision. For example, if I accidentally fell, it was probably because my mother wanted to give me an order or remind me of something. Believing in superstition is a very happy thing, and superstitious people are unique, rich and interesting.

My mother is small, and my little mother is kind but doesn't admit cowardice. My mother gave birth to my daughter all her life. My dad is the one who cares about this most, but my dad doesn't mind at all. On the contrary, people who have given birth to several sons in the village feel that they are great and always want to find some excuses to demonstrate and provoke my mother. There is a man who is more than one meter tall, gave birth to three sons and lives behind my house. Today, he used the excuse that the cucumber and eggplant in his garden were stolen and scolded for a long time, and tomorrow he used the excuse that a chicken was lost and ran out and jumped for a long time. All the accusations are to bully my mother in the name of fiction. I hate my itchy teeth, but I can't help it. One day, my mother finally fought back. While the man was getting carried away, mother picked up a pottery urine jar with half a jar of urine and threw it at the back of the man's head. The man was completely deceived. Faced with a desperate mother, the man had to shut up and make a silent truce.

Later, the land was divided into households, and the relationship between people somehow became friendly. My mother didn't hold a grudge against that man at all, but I never liked that man either. I met that man's daughter this summer vacation, and I recalled her mother's past. Even if her mother dies, her mother can't arouse my sympathy. And I, while insisting on my mother's forbearance, can also go to the petition department for justice for my violated rights. I believe my mother will support me, too. People should have the courage to live to death when necessary. If a person is afraid to speak for himself, he will despise himself when he dies.

Mother is afraid of heaven and doesn't believe in the weather forecast, because the weather forecast is basically inaccurate, which brings a lot of human and financial losses to the mother who does farm work. When I was a child, Hubei Radio Station had weather forecast and Yangtze River water level bulletin at two o'clock every day. After the program, the radio station rested. Mother is disgusted with this last program, and every time she listens to it, it seems to be teased. Now I never pay attention to the weather forecast, not because I don't do farm work, but because I have been watching doorways with my mother since I was a child and can forecast the weather myself every day. "Rain shines everywhere, no rain is the top light", "The sky turns yellow, the pond is full", "One wind and two rains", "The east wind wears shoes, and the east wind wears a hat" ... Twelve hours of weather can generally be predicted to approach.

When I was a child, my mother always repeated my grandmother's stories and quotations in front of me. My grandmother died when I was five years old. Of course, I have no impression of my grandmother, but this does not prevent my mother from missing her in front of me. After having children, I often unconsciously repeat my mother's words and past events in front of them. History is strikingly similar. No wonder some people think there is nothing new on the earth. Generations have survived and multiplied in these unconscious reviews, and also captured the wisdom of mothers who were neglected in the past by revisiting the past.

People are really a strange thing. When I was a child, especially in the rebellious period, I wanted to completely deny my mother, but when I was alive, I became a copy of my mother. This is true for the older generation and the younger generation. My mother is always full of hope for my future. She once encouraged me like this: "Every grass will be moistened by dew. This is god's arrangement. I'm not worried about you. You must be better than me. " In other words, when it was my turn to buy a house with a loan, my mother was not calm at all. 200 1 year loan 100,000 bought a house with less than100 square meters. I told my mother to be kind to myself, because I couldn't take care of her when I had to pay the mortgage. This must have scared my mother. A farmer earns less than 3000 yuan in that year all the year round. One hundred thousand dollars, that's an astronomical figure. After my mother died, I regretted telling her about the loan. My mother's illness is probably directly related to the astronomical figure of 100 thousand, which may make my mother bear unbearable psychological pressure. Now, my son has reached the age of self-reliance. On the one hand, I pray that he can be self-reliant; On the other hand, I worry about his expenses every day.

This is the cycle of generations of children and grandchildren. Even after reading more books, I still live in my mother's template. I have become more and more wise to realize that I can't surpass my mother at all, or even catch up with my mother in many ways.

Last Saturday night, I accidentally fell on the flat ground and went back to turn over the calendar. Sure enough, it was the anniversary of my mother's death. My mother has been dead for sixteen years.

Gourd has seven eyes.