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My mother

Mothers head is not high, wearing dajin clothes, a pair of bound feet had ... ...
She was born in the thirties, who was born in rural areas, especially girls, into school is almost no chance; mother is no exception, she just an ordinary, illiterate peasant women.
mother said she had just married when seventeen years old, yes, seventeen-year-old had to take up the burden of the family; family there are old,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], under a small, family get together with her inside and out entirely. Because the father is a masonry, year out, I can remember, my father always come and gone, earn handed back after the production team, also got left some pocket money. At that time a large group, brother, sister, still in elementary school, my grandmother often sick, and only grandfather, mother, two labor to earn work points, work points at home less points, less food naturally, the rations for family is a big problem, So his mother to live frugally, careful planning of manage the house, when my grandfather said: children when Zheng Yanxia (illiterate), a message will not go out even to write. truth. Grandma chronic illness, a full three years of life can not take care of themselves in these three years, the mother is how hard, work in the fields during the day, came back to cook, feed pigs, chickens, but also a grandmother to do another rice flour at home other people eat whole grains, corn, sorghum surface-based. All eggs under hens to keep her grandmother, mother and give my life is close to her grandmother eggs, I just heard the cackle of a hen call, they hastily ran into the chicken coop, often picked up by the hands of the eggs still hot go again ! Save egg baskets to put Grandma's house; Every time I hear when I put the egg footsteps grandmother with barely audible voice called tomorrow morning to the baby also boil an egg, the mother said, After a long day to come and eat, you eat nourishing food,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the body. Although I picked up eggs every day, but never eat boiled eggs. At that time my mouth would not say that my heart still hated mother. Mother has been so wait on her grandmother, until her grandmother died.
grandmother passed away this year, big brother graduated from high school joined the army. Mother is still working in the fields during the day and at night but also in the lamp to mend our clothes, a few sisters, especially our shoes are fees (that is, how long to break either a), Na Xiedi the mother never night intermittent live; summer we wore her sandals with cotton hook into the winter we wear flannel she do with padded section. Although the clothes are a very common plain cloth to do, very fit. As the mother's hard work, we have compared with other people's children, often dressed neatly, in the mother's care, we had a very poor though happy childhood. In my memory, every day of overcast rain, the mother can not come down to earth,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she let her sister wrote to the brother, and both her oral and sister were written, the contents of the letter generally are everything at home, let my brother do not care home; in the armed forces to work hard and will eat the grain tax, but also her sister finished reading it again, lest she missed a word. Later, his brother in the army established a power, to mention a dry,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], do not live up to the mother's expectations.
Time flies. Several years later, she is busy busy life, serve the elderly, child-rearing, live frugally manage the home. Now is the children and grandchildren, should be enjoyed by enjoying, and we give her some pocket money, she can not bear flowers, said to be keep in case there is urgent need time at home. I work in the field, the number of elderly people to go home to visit her very little, this is already home to see the mother lying in bed, she has been unable to speak to me, just opened his eyes and looked at me and see how she little granddaughter would like to reach out and touch the head, but she has been impossible to do so. The doctor said that the mother's disease is not one or two days, a long-term resistance to minor illness she passed, pleasant old, can not resist; as a machine, put the years of operation of the overload, worn all the parts, yes, we have all had their own small home, the mother completed the machine as if her mission, do not run, and can not work, we recaptured from the hands of death, the life of the mother ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but she as brain atrophy, has been very little talk, walking is very difficult; watching his mother like this, I really sad, have no tears to flow, past work quick and neat, do not know the mother could even become a tired old man of dementia . I think the language of tears at this point is feeble, Compared the number of men of letters to mother love the sea, compared to the sun. I think this world nothing can be compared to maternal love, because it is eternal, selfless, not seeking anything in return, no limit of love.
from my mother I did something to make her happy, and that is I put a pot of pomegranate into her window, because I know that mother love flowers such as life, the ingenuity of her youth is not only a good labor, it is an illiterate artist, she taught the women of the neighborhood embroidery, floral pattern is needless to say her paintings, so far I still remember the The people must love life, the mother should be. I hope this good luck red pomegranate to his mother, if the person's life can be interchangeable, I prefer to own a small live several years longer, but also make the mother more live several years longer, not for anything else, just to let her through This does not regret his old age!