Rod is one of the most successful businessmen in San Francisco. His only worry is that his mother, Mrs. Newcastle, refuses to move from her humble home in the gold rush town to her villa in San Francisco.

Mrs Newcastle is over 70 years old and has grey hair. Because of overwork in my early years, I can't walk straight now. She wears the cheapest clothes and eats simple bread and some lettuce leaves. Strangers don't trust anyone. His son is rich rod.

This is a habit she developed when she was young. When Rod was 3 years old, his father died of tuberculosis. In order to survive, she had to join the team of digging mountains and stones like a strong man.

Each falling stone weighs at least three or four hundred Jin. In the dust all over the sky, Mrs. Newcastle and those waist-high and sweaty men competed for these stones. Because for every stone you move, you get 50 cents. There are many people engaged in this industry, and the competition is fierce.

Mrs Newcastle's tool is an iron car. Although the car looks thin, it is very strong. Put two stones, it will crunch, but there is no problem.

What Rod remembers best is what his mother looked like at work. Without the usual gentleness, it is particularly tough. After the stone falls, she will loudly accuse the men who tried to rob her and tell them to "get out" while quickly bending down to move the stone. Excessive force made her face red and the veins stood out on her neck, which made her look scary.

Even so, the robbery is still very intense. Mrs. Newcastle must choose a position before the falling rock falls to make sure that she can catch it. But the risk of doing so is too great. It hurts to be smashed by small stones, and big stones are very dangerous.

When Mrs. Newcastle lifted the edge of the stone to move it, another stone rolled down, and the huge impact made the stone she had just lifted fall to the ground. There was a terrible pain, and Mrs. Newcastle's head was covered with bean-sized sweat. She gritted her teeth and insisted, trying to pull her finger out, but she couldn't find where it was.

In this way, she lost the hint of 10 fingers. But life forced her to keep doing it.

After Rhodes succeeded to the throne, some people said that Mrs. Newcastle could finally enjoy herself, live in a villa and get in and out of the best cars. But Mrs Newcastle's life hasn't changed at all. Except that she has stopped working, her personality is not as violent and impulsive as before. She shouts less and less, and always has a kind smile on her face.

But Mrs Newcastle soon became ill, and it was very serious. The doctor said that Mrs. Newcastle had overdrawn her life because of overwork when she was young. Her organs are seriously aging, and she probably won't live more than a year.

Heartbroken Rhodes bought the best nutrition for his mother. He wanted to ask the best doctor in the world to treat his mother, but her mother refused. Newcraft stroked Rod's face with rough hands like when he was a child and said, "Dear Rod, I know I don't have much time, so don't worry about me any more." I feel good now. "Rod fought back tears. In his mother's eyes, he saw the calmness in the face of death.

Just as Mrs. Newcastle was getting weaker and older every day, something happened to Mr. Rhodes, who was not interested in business, and a partner took his money and contract. Suddenly, Mr. Rhodes seems to be old 10 years old. He used to look old and haggard, and his mouth was always bitter.

The luxurious Mercedes-Benz has been replaced by the second-hand Ford, which is too old to be old. Mr Rhodes parked his car far from home and then walked back to his home in a small town. Mrs Newcastle wants to know why her son suddenly came back for the night. But I'm still happy to tidy up Rod's old cubicle.

The news soon reached Mrs. Newcastle through the neighbors in the town. Rod's business failed. He lost his savings and owed a lot of money. He sold his villa, car and everything in San Francisco. Now I work for others in a small company. It seems that Rod has no chance to make a comeback.

Surprised, Mrs. Newcastle came to the door one after another, begging her neighbors not to say anything about her son. She was afraid that he would be sad. Like a brave lion, she shouted to the reluctant people, "Don't mess with Rod! Otherwise it will be rude to you! "

Mrs Newcastle seems to have forgotten her illness. After taking some medicine, she quickly regained her vitality. She set up a stall in the town and sold some cakes made by herself. Perhaps because it tastes delicious, it will always be bought by neighbors in town, or people who come to town to do business, or people passing by.

Every night, after Mrs. Newcastle cooked a meal for Rod, she would go back to the house, put the money for selling cakes in a box one by one, and then write the numbers on a piece of white paper.

Mr Rhodes is busy going out early and coming back late. Mrs Newcastle doesn't know what her son is doing. Although she wanted to ask, she finally buried the question in her heart.

This is 20 years in a flash. Mrs Newcastle's cake has become a well-known food. At the age of 92, Mrs Newcastle died of cold, and Mr Rhodes sadly held a grand funeral for his mother.

Everyone in the town was shocked. Mr. Rhodes' business was destroyed by a flight of stairs. Some dignitaries from San Francisco also attended Mrs Newcastle's funeral. They are all friends of rod.

Mr Rhodes is 60 years old, and I had some contact with him in San Francisco. I asked Mr Rhodes why he went back to town and pretended to be so down and out. He told me because he felt that his mother could only live if she had the belief to live and the idea of cooperating with the treatment first.

"Nothing is more powerful than a son needing her to keep his mother alive. Because that is always the most concerned thing for all mothers in the world! "

Mr. Rhodes has opened restaurants in memory of his mother, Mrs. Newcastle, all over the United States and even Europe. The dessert in Newcastle restaurant is praised by many people who like food.

As a China person who pays attention to filial piety, I think Mr Rhodes knows more about what love is and what a mother needs than I do!