I am in a dream, like a mother to go out, I can not find her, and anxious I was sweating profusely, while, in the second daughter, led only to see her mother. My heart of stone off the ground. To pick up the duster hit toward his daughter, but she is not worried, I'm furious, the dream of the mother is still beautiful, silent, or the way his thirties, slim build, handsome, especially the pair of black and eyes shining in the dark gas is strange: Mother has gone fifty years, I almost never dream about her, your mother is gone I was fourteen, fifteen years old, I Zunhua teaching in rural areas, rural students are very plain to see I have not had frostbite cotton-padded feet, give me a pair of shoes to wear in the feet, the warm, for the cost of living to send home more, I dragged the wounded in the leg class, could not bear to buy shoes, the students said the parents really did not mother of the child, if there is the mother, then, will not allow such a small place where children run so far to teach, nor cold, but do not wear cotton shoes.
In fact, the previous year's winter, I was wearing cotton-padded shoes, because my mother has been bedridden for several months, her nanny for others, support us, is strange that one night, I My mother dreamed of being in the street with stones, completely, my heart shall not be anxious, but to save, can offer a little busy, I woke up, strangely enough, the next day, the mother to leave back. Said that toothache, Yue was not the United States and the doctor went to Beijing, is already a famous doctor in Tangshan, and her mother a pulse, and said: Go home, want to eat anything to eat anything,UGG boots, there are eight months living head. Mother could have been his walk, and can come back is to take a rickshaw pulled back. People came to the hospital at the time the result is a sneak tuberculosis perspective, in the fifties, which is equal to a death sentence, since then mother is day and night to drink, eat, thin as skeletons of people, like a sick mother, heaven as medicine can not afford to eat, when penicillin was imported by a needle to three dollars a day, two needles, is to have income people is astronomical, not to mention we do not have the proceeds, Mom kept the spit, good nutrition and no, that is, Hao Zhao,UGG boots clearance, I am devastated, I recall that in 2052 the New Year, I am filled with sadness, mother to see it: how my sister does not like it? Go and schools to participate in the New Year party, and I worried, worried about his mother's illness, the party is very lively, and only one heart I silently cry.
then I live on campus, as a family and save some to eat, do not go home on Saturday, Sunday, after breakfast, eat a lunch at home, once, I came home and saw kang Mom on you, as thin as a stick of firewood, ill and sickly, so good on weekdays,cheap UGG boots, she had refused to clean and wash your face, fingernails long, curled up in a small blanket, and I forced to give her hand nails , the dissolution of the quilt and cook, mother do not want to toss, like children crying, and so well was covered, she said: Sure there are girl, really comfortable. We did not think this was the last time. These things are still vivid in my mind I think about it, but also over four days, according to my grandmother, Niangshui want a girl. Milk said: Children of the Sunday two days back, then you go two days later. See above I finally did, and your mother one last time,UGG bailey button, on Thursday night classes, I quietly to sleep, suddenly someone told me: your mother to see you, I quickly Yingchu, not to speak, the mother wore a black coat, flapping to and off, I am anxious shouted voice, and when I wake up, only the full-moon window, Yiyewumian, in the early study hall, I felt something missing, uneasy, and for a while, some messengers came, could there heart induction?
mother's life is unfortunate, abandoned by her husband, and early to die, do not wait until we honor left, often thought of this I am filled with regret, therefore, there is the mother of the children are happy, do not too old lady nagging, nagging voice full of mother love. Do not want to hear, on this ears, and that ear to take on the line. I would want to hear, but I have that life? Can never be Pharaoh, Pharaoh too, did not Pharaoh to Pharaoh ah.
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