Unforgettable New Year's Day in 1978. When I took the college entrance examination acceptance notice to my mother, I saw the most tears my mother had flowed out of my life. I also saw the first time my father smiled at me.
I was born in a hut in the countryside. The first words I ever saw in my life were the old newspapers that my mother used to cut the shoes. My family is not literate. According to the criteria for identifying good children in rural areas, it is diligent and able to work. I am no exception. From the age of 5, I began to carry baskets. I remember that my father was a night shifter on the day when she was 6 years old (my dad was a railway worker at a small station). Only mom and I are at home. At night, I got up to the toilet. Found that my mother did not sleep beside me, shouted a few times, and no mother's answer, I hurriedly put on my clothes and pushed the neighbor’s blind door open. Under the oil lamp, many people listened to the blind and told the story, and my mother was there. I quietly stood behind the door and fell in love with the storytelling, "Yang Jiajiang." Later on, I quietly borrowed the blind man's silk-lined book, holding a rectangular number dictionary, and read the ancient book.
In 1964, I went to elementary school in the village. From when I became the captain, Dad started to say I was not a good boy. Due to the intoxication of the book, I had no figure in the small partner who was picking vegetables from Weichai. I don't know how much my dad slaps on my buttocks. Mom also quarreled with her father numerous times. I have always remembered my mother's words: Only literacy can make it! The result of the first class in the continuous class made Mom make a decision: I can do nothing but live. I became a famous spoiled child in the village. In order to let me eat well and study well, my mother sat next to the sewing machine all the year round and made clothes for many and many people. She also suffered from severe bronchitis and arthritis.
In 1975, after graduating from high school, I went to the countryside with my classmates. Someone pointed to my back and said: "What is it like to go to the countryside?" But Mom is still so calm. "I'm tired, the book can't be lost, there is always the day when it comes in handy!" After more than two years of going to the countryside to jump the team, at the end of 77, I ushered in the first college entrance examination after the Cultural Revolution, there are only three day and night review , I have always been accompanied by my mother, illiterate mother. You can hand me any book I need at any time. Until the end of the college entrance examination, my mother had almost no sleep for a day.
It was the second Spring Festival after my work. I went home to reunite with my mom and dad. My dad's strange face gave me a newspaper and magazine: Look, it's all your mom! I opened my eyes and was shocked! – It turned out to be a text I have published in the past few years… I am illiterate mother! —My tears come out!
An illiterate mother used her lifelong efforts to cultivate a literate son! Then, what will the children of literacy repay their illiterate mothers?