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1 China's century-old classic prose My mother Lao She

Author: Lao She Reading Source: Writers Publishing House Click: 7 19 Update Time: 2005- 12-22

My mother

Author: Lao She

Lao She (1899— 1966), a Beijinger, is a writer. There are novels such as A Tale of Cat City, Camel Xiangzi, Four Generations under One Family, and dramas such as Longxugou and Teahouse. There is The Complete Works of Lao She.

My mother's family is in a small village outside Deshengmen in Beiping, just outside Tucheng, on the way to Dazhong Temple. There are four or five families in the village, all surnamed Ma. Everyone grows some less fertile land, but my brothers of the same age are all soldiers, carpenters, masons and surveyors. Although they are farmers, they can't afford cows and horses. When there are not enough people, women have to work in the fields.

For grandma's house, I only know the above. I don't know what my grandparents are like because they have passed away. As for the farther lineage and family history, I don't even know; The poor can only care about the immediate food and clothing, and have no time to talk about the glory of the past; The word "genealogy" has never been heard of in my childhood.

Mother was born in a farmhouse, so she is hardworking and honest, and she is in good health. This fact is extremely important, because if I don't have such a mother, I'm afraid I'll have to make a big discount.

My mother probably got married a long time ago, because my sister is now an old woman in her sixties, and my niece is one year older than me. I have three brothers and four sisters, but only my elder sister, second sister, third brother and I can grow up. I am the "old" son. When I was born, my mother was forty-one, and my elder sister and second sister were both married.

Judging from the family where the elder sister and the second sister got married, before I was born, my family was probably average. At that time, the betrothal paid attention to the right door, the eldest sister-in-law was a small official, and the second sister-in-law also opened a pub. They are all quite decent people.

However, I, I brought misfortune to my family: after I was born, my mother fainted in the middle of the night and opened her eyes to see her old son-thank you for holding me in my arms and not freezing to death.

When I was one and a half years old, I killed my father "Dick". My younger brother is less than ten years old, my third sister is twelve or thirteen, and I am only one and a half years old. I was raised by my mother alone. My father's widowed sister lives with us. She smokes opium, likes playing cards and has a bad temper. For our food and clothing, mother will wash clothes, mend or sew clothes for others. In my memory, her hands are red and slightly swollen all year round. During the day, she washes clothes and one or two big green clay pots. She never does anything perfunctory, even the black cloth socks sent by the butcher are washed white. In the evening, she and her third sister lit oil lamps to mend clothes until midnight. She has no rest all year round, but in her busy schedule, she keeps the yard tidy. The tables and chairs are old, and the copper parts of the cupboard door have long been incomplete, but her hands always keep the broken desktop from dust, and the broken copper parts shine. In the yard, the pots of pomegranate and oleander left by my father will always be watered and cared for, and many flowers will bloom every summer.

My brother seems to have never played with me. Sometimes, he goes to study; Sometimes, he is an apprentice; Sometimes, he also sells small things like peanuts or cherries. Mother sent him away with tears in her eyes, and took him back with tears in her eyes in less than two days. I don't understand what's going on, but I think he's strange. It is my third sister and I who depend on my mother as much as life. Therefore, I always follow them when they do things. They water the flowers, and I get water; They sweep the floor and I collect dust ... from here, I learned to love flowers, love cleanliness and keep order. These habits have been kept by me to this day.

When guests come, no matter how embarrassed they are, mother will try to get something to entertain them. My uncles and cousins often buy their own wine and meat, which makes her blush, but they give them warm wine and give her some joy. When there is a wedding or funeral at home, my mother will wash the dress and congratulate herself-a gift may be just two pennies. Up to now, my hospitality habit has not completely changed, although life is so hard, because it is not easy to get rid of the things I used to grow up with.

My aunt often loses her temper. She searched for bones in the eggs alone. She is the king of hell in my family. She died when I entered middle school, but I never saw my mother resist. "I'm not angry with my mother-in-law. Am I not influenced by my sister-in-law? Life is like this! " Mother only says this when she has to explain that this is not enough to convince others. Yes, this is fate. A mother is never too old, nor too poor, nor too difficult. This is all fate. She will suffer the most. She always runs ahead to help her relatives and neighbors: she will bathe the baby three times-poor friends can spend less money on "grandma"-she will shave the children's heads, and she will twist the young woman's face ... whatever she can do, she will give whatever she wants. However, quarrels and fights will never have her. She would rather suffer than be angry. When my aunt died, my mother seemed to cry all her life's grievances to the grave. I don't know where a nephew came from, claiming the right of inheritance, but his mother silently taught him to move those broken tables and benches and gave him a fat chicken raised by his aunt.

However, mother is not weak. My father died the year Boxer punched. Allied forces entered the city and searched from house to house for property, chickens and ducks. We were searched twice. Mother sat on the wall with her brother and third sister, waiting for the "devil" to enter the door. The door facing the street was open. After the "devil" came in, he stabbed the old yellow dog to death with a bayonet and then searched the room. After they left, my mother found me with a broken suitcase. If the box was not empty, I would have been crushed to death. The emperor ran away, her husband died and the devil came. Lotus flames are everywhere in the city, but mother is not afraid. She wants to protect her children under the bayonet and in famine. There are many accidents in Beiping. Sometimes there is a mutiny, the whole market is on fire, and the fireball falls in our yard. Sometimes there will be civil war, the city gates are closed, the shops are closed, and the guns are fired day and night. This kind of panic, this kind of tension, plus the planning of the family's diet and the concern for the safety of the children, can a weak old widow bear it? However, at this time, my mother's heart is horizontal, and she doesn't panic or cry, so she has to make something out of nothing. Her tears will fall into her heart! This combination of rigidity and softness was also passed on to me. I have a peaceful attitude towards all people and things and take the loss for granted. However, as a person, I have a certain purpose and basic rules, and I can do anything without exceeding the boundaries I have drawn. Afraid of meeting strangers, running errands and showing your face; But when I have to go, I dare not go, just like my mother. From private schools to primary schools and middle schools, I have experienced at least 20 teachers, some of whom have a great influence on me, and some have no influence at all, but my real teacher, the teacher who inherits my personality, is my mother. My mother can't read What she gave me was the education of life.

When I graduated from primary school, my relatives and friends unanimously wanted me to learn skills to help my mother. I know I should find food to relieve my mother's hard work and hardship. However, I also want to go to school. I sneaked into the normal school-uniforms, meals, books and accommodation were all provided by the school. Only in this way can I dare to tell my mother about school. You have to pay a deposit of ten yuan to enter school, which is a huge sum of money! My mother struggled for half a month to raise this huge sum, and then sent me out with tears in her eyes. As long as her son is promising, she takes great pains. When I graduated from normal school and was appointed as the principal of a primary school, my mother and I didn't sleep a wink all night. I just said, "in the future, you can rest!" " Her answer was only a string of tears. After I entered school, Third Sister got married. A mother loves her children equally, but if she is a little partial, she should be partial to her third sister, because everything in the family has been supported by her mother and third sister since her father died. Third sister is mother's right hand, but mother knows that this right hand must be cut off. She can't delay her daughter's youth for her convenience. When the sedan chair came to our door, my mother's hands were as cold as ice, and her face was bloodless-it was April in the lunar calendar, and the weather was very warm, and everyone was afraid that she would faint. However, she struggled, bit her lip, put her hand on the doorframe and watched the sedan chair walk slowly. Soon, my aunt passed away. Third sister is married, my brother is not at home, I live on campus, and only my mother is left at home. She had to have an operation from morning till night, but no one said a word to her all day. The new year is coming, just in time for the government to advocate the use of the solar calendar instead of celebrating the old year. On New Year's Eve, I took two hours off and went home from a crowded market to clean the stove and cool it down. Mother smiled. She froze when I heard that I had to go back to school. It was a long time before she sighed. When I should go, she handed me some peanuts. "Go on, son!" "The street is very busy, but I didn't see anything. Tears blurred my eyes. Today, tears filled my eyes again, and I remembered my loving mother who spent that miserable New Year's Eve alone that day. However, the loving mother won't wait for me any longer, she has been buried!

The old man is always sad that his children's lives have not followed the trajectory cast by their parents. I am 23 years old. My mother wants me to get married, but I don't want it. I asked my third sister to intercede for me, and my mother nodded tearfully. I love my mother, but I gave her the biggest blow. Times have made me a rebel. When I was 27, I went to England. For myself, I gave my 60-year-old mother a second blow. On her seventieth birthday, I was still far away in a foreign country. That day, according to my sisters, the old lady only drank two mouthfuls of wine and went to bed early. She misses her youngest son so much that she can't say it.

After the July 7th Anti-Japanese War, I escaped from Jinan. Beiping was occupied by the devil like that year of Gengzi, but the youngest son that his mother missed day and night ran to the southwest. I can imagine how much my mother misses me, but I can't go back. Whenever I receive a letter from home, I always dare not open it at once. I'm afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid of unknown news. People, even if they live to be eighty or ninety years old, will be a little childish to their mothers. Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. A person with a mother is calm at heart. I am afraid, afraid, afraid that the letter from home will bring bad news and tell me that I have lost my roots.

Last year, I couldn't find anything about my mother's daily life in my home letter. I doubt and fear. I can imagine that without misfortune, I am lonely in exile at home, but I still can't bear to tell you. Mom's birthday is in September. I wrote a birthday letter in August and half, expecting it to arrive before my birthday. The letter asked me to write down the details of my birthday, so that I no longer had doubts. 1On February 26th, I came back from the meeting of the Cultural Labor Army and received a letter from home. I dare not open it. I opened the letter before going to bed. My mother has been dead for a year!

My mother gave me life. I can grow up because of my mother's blood and sweat. I am not a very bad person because of my mother's influence. My personality and habits are inherited from my mother. She never enjoyed a day's happiness and ate coarse grains when she died! Alas! What are you talking about? Heartache! Heartache!

2 Bing Xin's "Mother of the Paper Delivery Boat"

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I am still not discouraged, folding every day,

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

There is a kind of love, great and ordinary, such as spring rain and moist things, such as the breeze on your face; There is a feeling, selfless and broad, lasting and profound friendship. This is maternal love, always selfless, without asking for anything in return.

In the temple of many people's memory, mother has always been your most loyal backing, and every step of growth has grown up in her loving eyes; Every success is spent in mother's gratified smile.

When I was a child, a movie "Mom loves me again" made many people cry. How many people's voices have been sung in a song "Only a mother is good in the world".

Motherly love is a silent song, which always rings gently in an afternoon, a dusk and a dark night. Motherly love is a faint picture, always when you are most frustrated and in need of help, in strange streets, strange stations and foreign hotels. A flash passed before my eyes. ...

When I was a child, my mother's skirt was full of tears, and her hands were clenched when she learned to walk. Mother's rings record the trajectory of your life; Mother's four seasons are concerned about your warmth and coldness outside.

Mother's love is an umbrella for you forever. Only when the rainstorm strikes, do you suddenly discover your mother's hardships. Motherly love is a firm look behind you, and you can see your mother's vigilant figure as soon as you look back.

Mother gave you life, kindness and a forever home. Go back to your mother, no matter how late you get up, I will carefully prepare breakfast for you; No matter how lazy your hands and feet are, you will put clean and tidy clothes on the pillow.

Motherly love is the truest and purest. Everything about it has already been integrated into children's daily life, and it has been integrated into daily dribs and drabs, so that life can grow up healthily in the glory of love. Maternal love is the deepest and heaviest. No matter how much wind, frost, rain and snow you experience, no matter how many misunderstandings and grievances you suffer, your love for your children has never changed.

Every happy day, there will be a more busy figure of my mother; Every ordinary meal contains the mother's delicate thoughts.

Motherly love is simple and ordinary, never considering any return, but letting life continue and bear in kindness; Motherly love is persistent and has no regrets. Motherly love often transcends blood and creates miracles. A mother who collects garbage did not hesitate to donate her kidney to her uremia son. Another mother adopted a child with cerebral palsy, not only regarded her as her own, but also ignored the doctor's assertion, which made Cycas bloom and the mentally retarded child admitted to colleges and universities.

The child's eyes always face the most beautiful distance, but the mother's eyes always fall on the child and often forget herself. Mother is used to her child's negligence, but her heart is wandering with her child.

The child's birthday preference makes the mother a treasure, and the child's smiling face is a treasure that the mother is proud of. But as a child, who can tell when the mother's black hair turned white and why the mother's back bent down? ...