Text / Zhangpan
The mother is an authentic peasant who has worked all his life in the fields. She is full of deep feelings for the land in her hometown and has never been able to give up.
His mother is old and his body is not as good as before. His brother decided to take her to live in the town in order to take care of her. After she heard about it, she was reluctant to leave the familiar land in her hometown and insisted on living in her hometown. Later, I went back to my hometown to persuade her again and she reluctantly agreed to stay in town for some time. She feared adding trouble to us and repeatedly asked one person to live alone. In order to meet her wishes, we had to arrange her to live alone in her brother’s house.
When the mother first came to live in the town, she was not used to it. After she got up in the morning, she always looked in the direction of her home for a moment of meditation. On the day of the fair, she sat in the doorway and watched the people who were carrying memorizers. If she met someone from her hometown, she felt very warm and greeted. These people entered the house and placed a long queue; After eating lunch every day, the mother liked to go out and walk. She always chose to go back in the direction of her hometown. She had never been to another place.
People who listen to their hometown say that mothers often sneak back to their hometown. After returning to her hometown, she opened the door of her hometown and took a look in the room. She took a walk and sat down. She will walk in the field and take a look. I remember one time I called and said I would go back to see her the next day. She said on the phone: "You'll never come back when you're busy. I'll go back to my hometown tomorrow." I thought it was strange that she would go back to her hometown so old. ? The heart crept a bit, and quickly asked: "Mom, what did you do at home? How far away is it?" She seemed afraid of what I found. She said angrily: "You don't care." Hang up the phone. Putting down the phone, I thought: The mother must have missed her hometown again. She is willing to go back to see and let her go back. The next day, I still did not rest assured, decided to go back and see what she was doing in the end. So, I drove back home quietly and when I returned to my hometown, I saw my mother scrambling in the vegetable field. It turned out that my mother planted a lot of vegetables in the vegetable plots. I saw those vegetables that were growing very well and looked at the back of the mother's kneeling grass in the fields. The tears could not help falling down. I could not bear to disturb my mother working quietly and quietly left her and returned to the house waiting for her mother to come back.
After a while, my mother came back with a lot of food. She saw me sitting in the room and it seemed a bit panic. I quickly got up to catch the food in my mother’s hands. My mother said to herself, “I don’t want to grow garlic this year…” I knew my mother was worried that I would be angry and would say that she was running so far to grow vegetables. I couldn't resist moving in my heart and said, "Mom, you are so old. We took you to live in the town and you didn't want to let you go to work in the fields. You were always disobedient." Do not send, take care of the hands of the dishes. After a while, she took the dishes neatly, and then wrapped it in one and handed them to me and said, "The food you eat in the city is not as delicious as the kind of vegetables I've grown, and you bring it back to eat." Knowing that my mother had heard that I wanted to return to my hometown, I went back to my hometown to prepare food for me. I took the food from my mother's hands. My mother locked the door and our mother and son went to the village entrance.
On the way to the village entrance, I recalled things that happened twenty years ago. When I was leaving my mother to go to normal school, my mother always gave me a ride. I walked ahead and my mother walked behind. Whenever she separated from her mother at the entrance of the village, she always told me to "study seriously and return early if she left the vacation." Today, I walk on the same road as my mother. She walks in front and I walk behind. I grew up and my mother was old. I saw my mother's sly steps, her gray hair, and her back. My nose was sore and my tears were running down.
Later, the mother finally got used to living in the town and never returned to her hometown.
During the Ching Ming holiday, I went back to see my mother. When my car opened to the door, my mother stood in the doorway and looked at me. Every time I go home, my mother will look at me up and down to see if I am fat or thin. When I entered the room and saw the needles and cords on the sofa, I thought to myself, Is my mother still doing needlework? I looked closer and the mother was really sewing. I asked, "Mom, are you still doing needlework?" She said with a smile: "After one day I'm okay, I'm going to give you the soles of the shoes." Then she took out six pairs of well-solened soles. Ask me to choose two pairs. I feel particularly warm and very happy with my mother's shoes. I put the soles into my shoes, put my shoes on my feet and walked a few steps in front of my mother. The soles of my feet were soft and warm. I said, “Mom, this shoe is just right.” The mother’s face was full of smiles. Then, She picked up the needle and began to tie. I said, "Mom, you are almost eighty years old. Can you see clearly without glasses?" She said, "You think I'm like you young people. You wear glasses when you are young…" I'm quiet. Sitting beside her mother, memories have returned to childhood. Looking at her mother's stitches, the skilled moves are particularly beautiful and lovely.
A few days ago, on her mother’s 80th birthday, my sister received her mother’s birthday in her home in the city. I could not go back to her mother’s birthday for work reasons. After listening to her sister, she said that her mother was still not used to it and she clamored to go back every day. I called my sister and said, "Sister, you go and buy some needlework for your mother. She just doesn't feel bored if she does needlework, and she won't go back to quarrel." Later, my sister called and said: "My mother had a good spirit these days. When she got the needlework, her spirits would be good. She would pick up the needle and thread the soles of the shoe when she was free. She would never hear her clamoring and returning home." I told my sister to stay with her mother. Free time must take her to the city to walk more and see more.
Mother is old, farming and needlework are her favorite business for a lifetime. Whenever she is, she is full of deep feelings for them.
(The author is a teacher at Xiqiao School, Tongchuan District, Dazhou City, Sichuan Province)