When my son was in elementary school, my father died. The two of them held each other up and gently sent his father away with a pile of yellow soil.

Mother didn't remarry and worked hard to support her son. At that time, there was no electricity in the village, and the son read loudly under the oil lamp every night. The mother held a needle and thread, gently and delicately sewed her mother's love into her son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when a certificate of honor covering the two patchy walls of the earth, the son is also like the spring bamboo, miso upward growth. Looking at his son half a head taller than himself, the wrinkles at the corners of his mother's eyes filled with laughter.

When the trees on the mountain were full of fall, the son got into the county key high school. The mother suffered from severe rheumatism, could not do farm work, and sometimes could not even eat enough. At that time in the first high school, students had to bring 30 pounds of rice to the cafeteria every month. Knowing that his mother could not afford it, his son said, "Mother, I want to quit school and help you with the farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said lovingly, "You have this heart, I'm happy in my heart, but the book is a must. Don't worry, mother gave birth to you, there is a way to raise you. You first to the school registration, I will then send rice to go." The son stubbornly said no, the mother said go quickly, the son still said no, the mother waved up the rough slap, solidly thrown in the son's face, this is the 16-year-old son's first time to be beaten ......

The son finally went to school to go, looking at his far away back, the mother in silent contemplation.

Not long after, the county first high school cafeteria ushered in the late mother, she limped and moved into the door, panting from the shoulder to unload a bag of rice. Master Xiong, who was responsible for weighing and registering the bag, opened the mouth, grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it, then locked his brows and said, "You parents always like to take advantage of small advantages. You see, here are early rice. Middle rice. Late rice, and fine rice, simply treating our cafeteria as a mixed rice barrel." The mother blushed and said she was sorry. Seeing this, Master Xiong didn't say anything else and took it. The mother took out another small cloth bag, said: "Master Master, this is 5 yuan, my son's living expenses this month, please transfer to him." Master Xiong took it and shook it, the coins inside ding ding ding ding. He joked, "What, are you selling tea eggs on the street?" The mother's face reddened again, stammered a thank you, and limped away.

At the beginning of another month, the mother carried a bag of rice into the cafeteria. Master Xiong, as usual, opened the bag to look at the rice, his eyebrows locked tight again, or mixed-color rice. He wondered if he hadn't given the mother a clear explanation last time, so he said to her word for word: "No matter what kind of rice, we all accept. But keep the varieties separate, never mix them together, or you won't be able to cook them, and the rice you cook will be raw. Next time it's like this, I won't accept it." The mother pleaded with some trepidation, "Master Master, my family's rice is all like this, what should I do?" Master Xiong cried and laughed, asking rhetorically, "You can grow a hundred kinds of rice in one acre of your family's field? How funny." The mother did not dare to squeak, and Master Xiong no longer cared about her.

The third month, the mother came again, shoulder bag of rice, she looked at the master Xiong, face stacked more than crying ugly smile. Master Xiong took a look at the rice, burst into a rage, in a tone of voice that almost lost his mind, the hairy hot rebuke: "Hey, I say you this mother, how stubborn ah? Why is it still a mixed-color rice? You ah, today is how to carry to, or how to carry back!" Mother seems to have expected, knees bent, kneeling in front of Master Xiong, two lines of hot tears along the sunken godless eye sockets gushed out: "Master Master, I told you the truth, this rice is my begging ...... begging to get ah!" Master Xiong was shocked, eyes glaring round, half speechless.

Mother sat on the ground, pulled up his pants leg, swollen into a large pike shape ...... mother wiped a handful of tears, said, "I have advanced rheumatism, even walking is difficult, let alone planting. My son understands, want to quit school to help me, was my slap to the school ......"

She wanted Master Xiong to explain, she has been hidden from the townspeople, and even more afraid of her son to know hurt his self-esteem. Every day at dawn, she carried an empty rice bag, leaning on a stick quietly to more than ten miles away from the village to beg for rice, and then suffered until dark after the palm light before sneaking into the village. She will ask for the rice gathered together, the beginning of the month to the school ...... mother rambled on, Xiong master has long been weeping. He picked up his mother and said, "Good mother ah, I immediately go to tell the principal, to school to your family donations." Mother panicked and shook her hand, said: "Don't, don't, if the son knows mother begging for food arch him to school, it ruined his self-esteem. Affect his reading is not good. Master's good intentions I appreciate, please keep my secret, remember remember remember!"

The mother walked away, limping.

The principal finally found out about the incident and, without moving, reduced his son's tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of special-needs students. Three years later, his son entered Tsinghua University with 627 points. Send off the graduates on the day, the county in a drums and drums, the principal of the mother's son deliberately invited to the podium, this life is wondering: exams with high scores of several students, why single invite me to the stage it? What is even more strange is that the stage is also stacked with three bulging snakeskin bags. At this time, Master Xiong went on stage to tell the story of a mother begging for rice to arch her son to school, the stage was silent. The principal pointed to the three snakeskin bags, said emotionally: "This is the story of the mother asked for three bags of rice, which is the world with money can not buy food. Here's an invitation for this great mother to come to the stage."

The son looked back suspiciously, only to see Master Xiong supporting his mother as she moved step by step to the stage. We do not know what the son was thinking at that moment, I believe that the shock to him is no less than a shock wave. So, the warmest scene on earth affection staged, mother and son looked at the mother's gaze warm, soft, a repeated some white hair scattered on the forehead, the son swooped forward, embraced her, bawling: "Mother ah, my mother ah ......"

Many years have passed, the mother's story is still legendary.