Prose mother's birthday

January 1th, 2xx is my mother's 77th birthday. It was a sunny day, and friends and relatives came to congratulate me.

Mother was very happy. She put on the Tang suit that the elder sister just bought from the supermarket, and it became more and more festive against the sunshine. As an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, my mother has been diligent and hard-working all her life. In that era of recording work points, my father worked in a mine, and my mother planted 8 acres of responsibility fields in the countryside. The difficulty and fatigue can be imagined. It is under such circumstances that she dragged her thin body, not only pulling our four brothers and sisters to grow up, but also supporting the elderly to be responsible for our diet and daily life. In my impression, my mother didn't sleep for a while. Every day, she got up before dawn, raised pigs and fed chickens, and prepared breakfast for us. Then she went uphill to work. She was alone in the family, and it was rare to be at leisure during the day. Although my mother can't read a word, she can remember the birthdays of each of us clearly, and the birthdays of our nephews, granddaughters and other younger generations are all remembered exactly. It's unbelievable. In the case of extremely difficult family circumstances, my mother always faced life with a smile, and she was calm when things happened, so that her father never gave her a decent birthday before he died (I know that every year on her birthday, she just ate a bowl of longevity noodles). ) She didn't complain.

Perhaps this is the case. After my father died, I always felt that I owed my mother too much, and my guilt was growing. On the eve of my mother's birthday this year, I discussed with my eldest brother and elder sister in advance, planned my mother's birthday, and took my mother to the restaurant by car on Saturday's rest day to try the quality of the food, so as to know fairly well. When I told my mother my thoughts, I saw that her frowning brows stretched out, and I was very happy and praised my filial piety in public.

On my mother's birthday, all my brothers and sisters of the same race rushed over, and my literary friends also came to congratulate me. They are: Zhan Huazhen, a well-known local painter, Han Fuzhong, a mine calligrapher, Sun Xiujiang, an expert on Tieshan culture, You Cun, a poet who works in Wang Decai and Zibo, Gao Zhiyou, a friend of Wen Peng, Wang Xiaoguang, Zhang Shan and so on. Some of them brought "Fu" and "Shou" paintings and calligraphy works, and some brought exquisite gifts, regardless of the long journey, they came from Linzi, Huantai and other places ... Suddenly, weddings's paintings and calligraphy in the farmhouse were fragrant, and the atmosphere of birthday celebrations became more and more intense. At about 11:3 noon, after everyone arrived, they took a bus together and went to Xiaofuhe Farm Restaurant in maqiao town, Huantai County, Zibo City, talking and laughing.

at 12 noon, mother's birthday party began. But it was particularly festive to see a huge "Shou" hanging in the center of the banquet hall. On-site personnel are bustling, brothers and sisters find their respective positions, you hold my hand, I clap your shoulder, we get together, endless confidences, endless sisterhood. Raise their glasses together, and wish my mother good health, happy birthday and all the best ... With the series of meals on the table, everyone helped each other and gave in to each other ... Soon, the birthday cake was served, and I saw my mother's eyes moist. Under everyone's gaze and applause, my mother blew out the birthday candles like a shy child after making her wish, and then all of them. I wish you a happy birthday ... "In the singing and laughing, one blessing after another, one wish after another, pushed the birthday atmosphere to a climax, and then everyone applauded, cut the cake and ate the cake together, and the atmosphere was harmonious and warm. The birthday party lasted from noon until after three o'clock in the afternoon.

Looking at my mother's comfortable smile, on the way back, I suddenly realized that celebrating my mother's birthday is just a form. The key is to make her old man happy and happy every day. This is the essence, and I think this is our due obligation as children!