My mother has three brothers. She lost her mother at the age of eight, married her father at the age of sixteen, became a kannika nimtragol, washed and cooked, and did housework all her life. She is a wicked aborigine. My parents gave birth to five children, three men and two women. In the old society, the medical conditions were poor, and only the boss and I were old. My brother and sister are two years old, and my brother and I are 10 years old. Although my mother can't read, she is smart, capable, reasonable, kind and virtuous, and ingenious. She is an honest, sunny and energetic good peasant woman. She told the overwhelming feudal superstition in the old society that she didn't believe it, sometimes believed it, with a grain of salt, like a letter. In my mind, I believe in fate. Mom, she often says, no, it's not just her. Most poor farmers "comfort themselves" in this way, saying that "the landlord's family is rich and has no worries about money and food and clothing. What about us? Why are you so poor? So bitter? This is destiny takes a hand, God arranged it! " Yes, rich people stay at home all year round, with no mud on their feet and no scorching sun on their heads. Only in the harvest season do they go out to collect rent, send clean rice from tenants to their homes, and then use windmills. The millet planted by farmers has filled one warehouse after another! It seems that everyone has "destiny takes a hand" as comfort, but they still can't solve the immediate, realistic, future and real specific problems. Mother was jealous at first, but also envious and appreciative; She thinks it's unfair and unequal. After working hard for a year, I am still short of clothes and food, so I am angry.
She has had enough of this poor and painful life. She realized from the depths of her soul that her daughter should not make the same mistake, out of her real experience, out of her female surname instinct and natural maternal love. Therefore, my mother has pinned her hopes on me since she was a child. She is conscious or unconscious, conscious and unconscious. Sometimes, with work in her hand, she mumbles, "My child! The countryside is too bitter. We face the loess all our lives, and no matter how hard and tired we are, we still have a bad life. In the future, you must leave this muddy land and go to the city to live a city life. " At that time, I was still young, I didn't understand its connotation, and I didn't know how to realize my mother's wishes and expectations. It seems that my mother said, "rich people are destined, and fate is arranged by heaven;" Mother is also ambivalent in her heart, believing in one side of fate and the other side of changing it. Yes, your destiny is in your own hands, and you can change it through your own efforts. Giving birth to children in rural areas and carrying on the family line are the shackles and shackles that really plague rural women.
There is a saying in the countryside: "A baby is not afraid of ugliness and will be forty-nine." Therefore, it is common for mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to have children at the same time, and it is also common for uncle to shake his head, bald grandson and uncle. What else: Five children are admitted to the subject, seven children are reunited, five men and two women, and many children are blessed. Of course, all this is just a high-sounding cover to hide people's eyes and ears and fool the people. People know this is a cover and want to make a name for themselves. It sounds good and looks good on the dining table, but what can be done to avoid having children and have fewer children? In the old society, the secular concept was serious, coupled with limited educational level and lack of reproductive knowledge, so we had to let nature take its course! Then "many children and many women are enemies, and one son and one woman are flowers." I think it's all "fate!" Admit it, deny it, it won't help. Therefore, it is helpless to have more children, and complaining is futile. Some people even complain that their predecessors did evil and owed debts, and this life is to be wanted; Therefore, many people also praised my parents as "lucky". In their last life, they "repaired" and gave birth to five children, leaving only one man and one woman, no more or less. Blessed.
Then I read a book and went into the city. In particular, my mother came to the city to live with me, live a city life, enjoy happiness with her daughter and become a "city dweller". The villagers looked at each other with new eyes and admiration. "Don't say one such daughter, just a few!" As the reputation of mother's "good life" is getting higher and higher, it is enviable and her popularity is also improving. People in the village, who married their daughter, asked her for help, and more and more people came. The second mother has a clever mind and a pair of dexterous hands.
There is a beautiful and dense bamboo forest behind my house. Every year, after bamboo shoots grow into bamboo, there will naturally be many bamboo shells, which are also called bamboo shells falling off. My mother collects them and weaves them into various small bamboo shell household items. Elegant style, compact and beautiful, durable. During the wheat harvest, my mother also weaves fans, plates and other household items with straw, showing her handmade creativity. Mother did simple carpentry, and the wooden stool made was durable and became a historical memory. She built a hut, a firewood stove and a coal stove, and did everything herself. I'm an expert at doing fine things. The children's clothes at home are all cut and sewn by herself, and the neighbors let her be a tailor. In the past, when her family was poor and couldn't afford wool, she spun her own cotton into cotton yarn, dyed it in various colors and woven it into gauze clothes with various patterns. Renovation, beautiful style, generous dress, neighbors praised her dexterity. Spinning on the spinning wheel, hand-approved hemp, homemade hemp, also known as summer cloth, is breathable and cool in summer. My mother is good at everything and doesn't learn from teachers. She usually sees things in her eyes and keeps them in her heart. Quick thinking, dare to innovate, quick wit, Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, methodical. Embroidery was her specialty when she was young. When I was a child, I embroidered all kinds of flowers and birds on our clothes, hats, shoes or schoolbags, which was lifelike.
A year before liberation, the widow landlord next door married a woman. My mother and aunt saw many attractive embroidery patterns and patterns in the dowry, so they wanted to borrow drawings and samples, but they were turned away. In a rage, the two sisters-in-law just racked their brains to recall and ponder with their instant memory of the purpose and strong artistic pursuit and appeal. Finally, the patterns are basically presented and embroidered into finished products. It is a great challenge for illiterate women, and it is also a new boast of embroidery art. The two sisters-in-law have a low culture, a lot of gains, outstanding wisdom and brilliant talents. There is also a female winding thread group with unique style. All the cotton yarn and hemp rope she wound are as even and symmetrical as the plastic rope wound by modern machines, which is beautiful and elegant and comfortable to look at. The distance between each rope is very symmetrical, showing a clear outline and criss-crossing beautiful patterns. There is a hole in the center of the coil, holes at the upper and lower ends, and the ends can be pulled out, which is convenient and free to use. I inherited my mother's unique skill of winding thread balls, but unfortunately I can't pass it on. Mom is a good cook.
She cooks three meals a day and receives tourists on holidays. She doesn't eat any game herself. The delicious dishes she can cook are: frog burning bitter gourd, braised dog meat, fried loach, fried eel and other game, especially stewed cucumber with loach. The delicious soup is beyond description. Even if she rarely eats one or two free, delicious and cheap meals a year, she never stretches chopsticks. Delicious and delicious. Crispy and delicious, it still lingers in my feeling. If I could go back in time, I would like to go back to my childhood and eat the game cooked by my mother. My father teased my mother that "you have a sharp mouth" and "you don't enjoy happiness", and the poor have "golden branches and jade leaves" When my mother cooks by herself, she always takes pains to put iron pots and chopsticks, wash them over and over again, and rinse them over and over again, for fear of leaving residue and aftertaste. My dad said she was a neat freak, a food addict, and an addiction anyway.
Mother is naturally picky about food. She only eats a little pure lean meat, authentic chicken breast and other meat. She is basically a vegetarian. We call her "the poor have a rich life"! Although she doesn't eat any game, she doesn't abandon our desire for game. As long as we want to eat, she doesn't say anything and is willing to satisfy our desire and help the whole family. She loves her family more than herself. She only has family in her heart, not herself. She is kind-hearted and has been an old logistics worker all her life. She is a simple and honest wife and mother, kind and warm. Silkworm rearing is a sideline in rural areas. Before liberation, my mother kept silkworms for many years and kept silkworms at home. She's the commander-in-chief. We're just cooperating. In order to raise silkworms, a spacious bedroom was specially set aside and two wooden silkworm racks were placed. Each grid has seven or eight layers, and a bamboo dustpan with a diameter of about one and a half meters can be placed in the grid. The scale is not large, but it is not small.
There is a big mulberry tree in front of the house, which specializes in raising silkworms. It has a dense crown, lush branches and leaves, and its trunk exceeds the roof. I am the most active in climbing trees and picking mulberry. Mulberries are ripe, so I don't pick mulberry leaves, but I also climb the tree to eat them. Mulberry fruit is red, purple, sweet and fragrant, which is not inferior to the current grass plum. When I was a child, I sat alone in a tree. After eating enough, I picked some more and paid for it at home. Silkworm rearing is very hard. Add mulberry leaves several times a day, clean the bottom of the bowl every 3-5 days, remove mulberry leaves and silkworm excrement, and keep it clean. It takes a month's hard work for the whole family to go all out, from a small silkworm the size of sesame to a thick chopstick head, and then to spinning cocoons and turning them into golden oval cocoons. At that time, the government and businessmen ignored the cocoons that the peasant women worked so hard to grow, and no one bought them.
Folk people can only process it themselves. Smart and capable peasant women, indigenous methods, traditional crafts, indigenous methods, stoves, pots and pans, the whole family goes into battle, and every household processes it by itself. Spinning, spinning and other processes are a complex technical project. The spinning project in the family workshop is operated by my mother herself and assisted by my family. I am an active participant and a diligent little helper. The scene of the workshop is still vivid. Put the cocoon into a constantly heated boiling water pot, constantly stir the giant chopsticks, take out the silk head, and wind the endless thin gold thread on the spinning wheel that rotates by hand; Add firewood in the stove, stir in the pot, cooperate with each other, and work in assembly line, usually for 5-6 hours continuously. The output can draw more than a catty of glittering silk every year, and probably weave six or seven silk. Silk clothes are close-fitting, soft and comfortable, cool and breathable, durable and cheap. After spinning, a golden oval silkworm chrysalis is left, which is round and round. It is a top-class delicacy, containing high-quality protein and rich in nutrition. After mother's skillful cooking, frying, chopping onion, ginger and garlic, mixing with seasoning, it is crispy and delicious. My mother's talent and intelligence are in my eyes and in my heart.
It is only natural that the children of farmers, mainly farmers, should help their fathers to work in the fields even when they come home from school. Nevertheless, my mother's hard work, exquisite craftsmanship, self-taught and subtle influence have influenced me. I inherited and passed on my mother's intangible heritage and became a valuable spiritual wealth in my life. It enriches and enriches my whole life and adds many happy elements to my family life. My mother worked hard to help her daughter change her fate, supported me to go out to study, got up early and got greedy, fed pigs to sell money and raised tuition fees; Every time she goes back to school after winter and summer vacations, she is always reluctant to part with tears; I am far away from my hometown and work in the northeast. My mother is very worried and sad. 1958, my mother followed me to the city, euphemistically saying that she went to the city to enjoy happiness, but actually she was raising children and running housework for her daughter. My mother really helped me a lot by my side, and I am grateful from the bottom of my heart. 19xx, 58-year-old mother, she left me, she left forever.
In short, my mother broke her heart for me, exhausted her mind and shed a lot of homesick tears. The mother who longed for her daughter to change her destiny finally got her wish. It was not until the third child was born in August of 19xx that she successfully completed the mission of being a grandmother-sitting with me for the third month, and 10 left me early. She hasn't had time to enjoy the filial piety of her destiny-changing daughter, which makes me feel deeply guilty and sad. Mom, is a kind and kind mother! What a versatile mother! Is a rare good mother! Daughter will miss you forever!