Qingshan is speechless, and it is cold for nine days. When the loving mother died, the crane sounded low. The voice is in the arm, and the mother instrument is eternal. Children and grandchildren are full, unable to return to heaven. Mother, in the cold early winter, our children can't kneel before you and remember the kindness of your life.
2017165438+1at 6: 30 am on October 22nd, you will freeze at this moment forever. You closed your loving eyes forever, so you left your children and quietly left. Walk so calmly, walk so calmly, walk so hastily. In fact, our children all know that you don't want to go, you have too many worries, too many disappointments and too many expectations. Now that your father is gone, you want your children to stay with you, no longer lonely and happy for a long time. However, I regret the sky, why did the heartless disease take everything away from you?
Mother Sun Fenglan was born in the 14th year of the Republic of China (1925). Born into a business family, his grandfather and four brothers specialize in cloth business, with shops all over northeast China and Vladivostok. My mother entered a calligraphy class when she was young. She was knowledgeable, virtuous and intelligent. At the age of 22, she married the Liu family and gave birth to two sons and four daughters. The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is respectful and filial. My father and brother, a clever and studious uncle, died of sudden illness during PE class at the age of 15. Since then, due to the excessive doting of my grandmother, my father has developed the habit of uncompromising to his only son. Mother endured humiliation all her life, and she made a compromise to keep the whole family in order and full of vitality, warmth and happiness; Mother's life is simple and kind. You have supported our family with the tolerance and tenacity of boundless maternal love and all the love of life. My mother abides by "three obedience and four virtues" all her life, with public order and good customs, harmonious neighborhood and good deeds. Mom, you are the kindest and wisest mother in the world. You are persistent, tenacious, hardworking and virtuous, and will always remain in the hearts of our children.
Time is running out, mom. You have been away from us for 35 days. Today is "May 7th", do you know? In the 35 days after you left, I deeply understood a sentence. I don't know what is gone until I lose it, and I don't know what is cherished until I lose it. Do you know that?/You know what? For 35 days after you left, I was so sad that I was ill all the time. When I wake up at 3 am every night, I will think of you and I will burst into tears. Your voice and smile often float before my eyes. Do you know that?/You know what? In the 35 days after you left, I missed you all the time, because you loved me so much, and my heart ached and broke. I really regret not being with you. But it's too late. If there is a crane in the world that leads to heaven, please give it to your mother. You can send me a letter that will bring me infinite sorrow.
Two years ago. One day in early autumn, my mother spent the night in the intensive care unit of the Municipal People's Hospital because of illness. When I entered the intensive care unit the next morning, my mother said soberly that she was suffering from free money here and would be discharged soon. We went through the discharge formalities after consulting the doctor. From the stretcher, I picked up100kg mother and put her in the seat of the van driven by my brother-in-law. Let my heart warm, tears are coming out, thinking of those years when I was a child in my mother's arms, I can finally hug my mother, mom, give my son a chance to hug you. After coming home from the hospital, my mother was lying in bed, and my father took her hand and said, "old woman, I don't think I'll see you again." Then, I cried sadly. In this way, my father took my mother's hand and always accompanied her to get better. It is also a miracle to have time with you. My parents are simple and simple. ...
A year ago. 20 16 in the early morning of September 3rd 10: 22, the 93-year-old father lived a brilliant life peacefully in the distrust of his mother. My father slowly released the hand holding my heart. In an instant, he felt the pain of losing his loved ones, and the sky suddenly burst into tears. The 92-year-old mother took her father's hand and cried, and her heart was broken. That night, my mother didn't sleep a wink. She kept chanting her father's name to herself and left. The next day, as she lay dying, her mother insisted on seeing her father one last time for fear of an accident. Her son and nephew carried her down from upstairs, and her mother went to her father's coffin, looked at his peaceful body, touched his shroud, and wept bitterly, touching all the people in the village community. I didn't expect her to be so dependent and attached to her father. ...
Before the Spring Festival. 2017 65438+1October 28th is the Spring Festival of the Year of the Rooster, which came earlier this year. For more than four months after my father left, my mother couldn't accept the reality of my father's death and was depressed and silent all day in Lacrimosa. Mother has been in excessive grief, and in an instant, she became old and much older, which made people sad. The wife wants her mother to stop being sad and feel better. Before the Spring Festival, I specially selected a purple woolen coat for my mother. Generally speaking, my mother is full of clothes and loves to be handsome. I don't think my mother likes this coat bought by my wife very much. I can't put it down. Mother praised the clothes that kannika nimtragol bought for being good to visitors and paying attention to her mind. Since then, my mother's words have also increased, revealing a long-lost smile after my father left. So, on the morning of the first day of the first month of the Spring Festival, my wife took the third photo of my mother and me with her mobile phone after a lapse of 30 years, but I didn't know it had become a souvenir of my mother and me forever.
Six months ago. Because my mother missed my father too much, she was alone at home and suddenly fell ill with high blood pressure. After hearing this that night, my wife and son and I hurried home, which really startled the whole family. My brothers and sisters decided to take turns to take care of my mother day and night. I went home to see my mother again on Sunday, met my third sister and took good care of her at home. Third sister also told me something about my mother, and I was relieved to see that she was much better. Mother always doesn't want us to worry about her, and she doesn't want to involve the children. Everything she can do, she never bothers her children to help. My mother has been thinking about not letting me go home one after another, for fear of being distracted and delaying my work. My mother often said, son, you have done a good job in public affairs, and my mother's face has added luster ... this is what my father used to say before his death. After listening, I shed tears of emotion and guilt. This is selfless maternal love, ordinary and great. After my father left, every time I went home, my mother was in a bad state of mind and always talked about my father's life. ...
Before the Mid-Autumn Festival. I went home to see my mother on Sunday, pushed the door into my mother's bedroom, and saw my 93-year-old mother standing hunched in front of the cupboard looking at the calendar. I asked my mother, why are you looking at the calendar? My mother said falteringly, I think it will be Sunday soon, so you must come back. Let me look at you. I always miss you. After listening to my mother's words, I was dumb and guilty, and my tears could not stop flowing downwards. Since my father left, my mother has always felt lonely and likes simple company, but she can't tell her children. So, my mother was looking forward to Sunday. Suddenly, I remembered a sentence, which parents all over the world have said to their children since ancient times. I remember Lao She wrote in "My Mother": "People who live to the age of eighty or ninety can be a little childish with their mothers around. Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. People with mothers have a peaceful mind. " The best thing in the world, when I grow up, you are not old, I have the ability to repay, and you are still healthy.
On his deathbed. During my mother's 23 days of illness, she kept calling my name, which tore my heart and made me burst into tears. I sat beside my mother's bed, holding her purple hand and gradually watching her fall asleep. I thought a lot and thanked my mother. You are always worried and concerned about your son. My son really didn't take care of you too much, and he always felt guilty. There is a kind of love in this world, great and ordinary, such as moistening things in the spring rain and being silent, such as the breeze on your face; There is a feeling, selfless and broad, lasting and profound friendship. Motherly love is the truest and purest, and everything about it has already been integrated into the children's daily life and into the daily dribs and drabs. 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. Dante said: "There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother." Maternal love is a great and ordinary woman, so happy, calm and practical, but it makes the ordinary life of our family interesting. Life goes on, and the story of my mother and I goes on in ordinary life.
Farewell. Dear parents, the legendary love story has become an eternal classic. 70 years of wind and rain, parents' insistence, speechless, poor food, ordinary and ordinary life. They are less selfish in love and purer in love. And purity is the guarantee of long-term love. With 70 years of wind and rain, there are sunny days, wind, frost, rain and snow. Days passed slowly in the symphony of pots and pans, rice, oil and salt. My parents' 70-year life is bit by bit, with ups and downs, joys and sorrows. All ordinary fragments are the most beautiful chapters in life. All dull days, though light and thick, have enduring charm. Those long years are a mirror that illuminates the happiness of the whole family. Speaking of parents' love, I have too many feelings for our children to admire. My parents left us more than a year later at the age of 93. A beautiful face is not as good as a tacit understanding of mutual concern; A rich life is not as real as a simple meal; Gorgeous language is not as sincere as knowing each other. Parents' love, simple but so real, is happiness.
Today, on May 7th, my son doesn't want to express his thoughts about you in beautiful and delicate words, but just wants to tell his love and gratitude to you in simple and plain words. Let this plain text express my son's sorrow, and let all this sorrow be self-evident. I wish my parents will be your sons in the next life.
Painter Liu Yutao was born in Longkou, Shandong. Member of China Prose Society, director of Shandong Prose Society, secretary-general of Longkou Workshop of Shandong Prose Society, and deputy editor-in-chief of Jiaodong Prose Annual Selected Micro-publication Platform.
The essay Memories of Summer was selected in Jiaodong Prose Yearbook (20 19), and the essay The Story of My Old House's Flower Season was selected in Contemporary Prose, Overseas Digest, Selected Works of Sichuan-Shandong Prose Masters, Jiaodong Prose Yearbook (2020) and other newspapers. The essay "The Taste of Home" was selected in Selected Essays of Writers' Families in Jiaodong. Prose "Mountain Soul", "Taste of Home", "Fearless Life" and "Memory of Zhifu" were published on People's Daily Digital Network. "The Story of Flower Season in My Old House" won the Best Works Award of Jiaodong Prose Annual Selection (2020) by Huanghai Digital Publishing House. The essay "Memories of Zhifu" was awarded the Excellence Award in Prose Writing by China Prose Society. His works were selected in Liu Yutao Volume and Twelve Essays in Jiaodong.
Currently, he is the deputy secretary and deputy curator of the Party branch of Longkou Museum, a member of China Artists Association, a member of Shandong Museum Association, a member of Yantai Artists Association, a director of Yantai Oil Painting Association, a vice chairman of Longkou Collectors Association, and a special painter of Bai Wan Painting Academy.
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