These descriptions show mother's kindness, simplicity, hard work, selfless dedication, love and strength.
1 I knew I picked it up at the top of the slope at the other end of the village. It is said that in that season, it was not too cold. Some yellow leaves fell early and swirled low in the wind.
I was hastily wrapped in a broken blue cloth coat. There are many people around the top of the slope, but it seems that no one wants to take me back. When a good-hearted man ran to the corner of the alley, he said to his blind aunt, "This is a gift for you! It's better than a bamboo stick that doesn't know how hot or cold it is. " Someone echoed: "Take it, you can rely on it when you are old." So, Aunt Ying quickly closed the stall, came to me with a bamboo stick, and begged enthusiastic people to hold me in her thin but warm arms.
The next day, everyone in the alley saw her tear down the shed where she had lived in Xiao Mu for more than ten years and move into a small house with two slippery stone benches at the door in the deepest part of the alley. To this end, she took out all her savings from a pair of worn cotton shoes-150 yuan. So, a month after I came to this world, I really had a home, and from then on I became the daughter of a blind aunt who sold popsicles in an alley.
It is said that my blind mother was very aggressive at first and was famous for her ferocity. After I was picked up, she hugged me and showed me off everywhere: "My girl is so cute and beautiful, and the meat is rolling and tender." A discerning person once retorted unconvinced: "I said aunt, I want to say the day you picked her up." If you adopt a girl, you should choose a beautiful one. This girl is dark, her eyebrows are not eyebrows, her eyes are not eyes, and you can't see her, so you suffered this loss! " My mother turned against me and stayed there for a long time. But these were all told to me later. As far as I can remember, my mother has never fallen like this. Someone said, "Aunt Ying has changed for this girl!"
As long as I can remember, the concept of home is a heavy wooden table filled with greasy food, a bowl of soy sauce rice mixed with brown lard residue, a cup of milk made of expired discounted milk powder and a long popsicle box. What puzzles many people is that in this empty house, I can grow up smoothly and successfully, replacing the smooth bamboo stick that my mother used all the year round. People in the alley can no longer hear the rhythmic tapping on the bluestone board that was repeated that day. People often see me, an ugly girl, walking slowly from the depths of the alley to the corner with a blind aunt every day.
The stall in the alley is the only hope to maintain our poor family. In summer, my mother always waits beside the big popsicle box like a solidified statue. The vicious sunshine makes my mother's already dark skin dark red and turns bronze day after day. Hands that are neglected because of blindness always have long black nails; I can't tell the color of my clothes. But what is puzzling is that I always feel that her business is always better than others', and sometimes she earns more than ten dollars at the end of the day. This is undoubtedly a number that makes us very satisfied. I once asked her the secret of doing business, and she always smiled and said, "Never sit in the most poisonous place in the sun and sell it." At that moment, I realized that every penny I earn more than others embodies my mother's double blood and sweat. There is nowhere to sell popsicles in winter, so my mother sews more than 20 quilts and rents them to villagers or workers who go to the market. The rent ranges from 40 cents to 60 cents per night. So, all winter, my mother was busy disassembling, washing and sewing.
Thanks to her hard work and painstaking management, our family has actually lived a colorful life-there are often meat dishes at the dinner table, and the patches on my clothes are getting less and less with age until they are gone. Many times, I tried to help my mother because she was too tired, but she always said angrily, "Why are you so worthless! Read your book. " Therefore, in this family, although I am bitter, I am nursed like a good girl-I can't carry my shoulders, I can't carry my hands, and I only know how to read books that my mother doesn't understand.
But my mother is always proud of me. When I was in the second grade of primary school, the teacher assigned a composition. Probably writing fluently, using pinyin instead of new words that can't be written. The teacher praised him and said something like "You can do a lot at a young age". After returning, I handed my composition to my invisible mother and proudly relayed the teacher's words to her. Mother shed tears of joy. She has always treasured that composition and showed it to everyone, saying, "My Lill is so powerful that the teacher praised her for her promise." At the beginning of the speech, there are also several examples of literate people turning over the text and answering a few words. Later, she said a lot, and someone teased her: "Yes, it is said that Ali was nursed back to health by your popsicle!" Mom can't see other people's expressions, so she is happy when she hears this. Even when selling popsicles, I became her advertisement: "Eat my popsicles and you will be smart, just like my Ali." This makes me very embarrassed. From then on, even if I was praised, I dared not tell my mother.
At first, I was satisfied with my life consisting of dirty partitions, dark charcoal stoves and simple meals. I always lean proudly beside my mother, who loves me very much and always eats endless popsicles that make children greedy. Deep in the alley, we are often supported by an old man and a young man. Someone said, "I haven't heard your bamboo stick click on the ground, but it's strange." Mom will proudly raise her head and hold my hand tightly at this moment. I really feel like a great hero.
10 As I get older, I gradually feel different. The students' strange eyes and the teacher's special concern always remind me that I am the daughter found by the blind; I have a very poor family.
1 1 I began to be silent, avoiding all my classmates and even hating my home. I no longer walk with my mother, and I no longer pass by the road where my mother sells popsicles. During that time, except for a few meals, I was in the classroom almost all day, just to stay in that humble home for a few minutes. Someone asked her about me, and she was still laughing: "Sally is busy studying! The teacher praised her for her promise! How can I pass the time at home! " No one can see the deep loneliness in her eyes except me.
12 time flies, and finally one month after the senior high school entrance examination, I received the admission notice from the county key high school. Finally, I can get rid of the shadow of my family and live in a county no.1 middle school separated by a mountain.
13 Before I left, I put on a dress that my mother bought with the money withheld from her meager living expenses. When I saw the "me" in the mirror, I finally made up my mind, turned to my mother and said very clearly, "Mom ... don't ... don't come to me ..."
14 "Why?" Mother's eyes darkened. There was a long silence. Finally, she nodded, grabbed her polished bamboo stick that I don't know when it was taken out of the corner and walked to the kitchen. "You ..." I stepped forward to hold her, but she gently pushed me away: "I'll get you something delicious. The canteen is short of oil." I choked, but said nothing.
Living and studying in 15 soon made me forget my former self, the troubles and humbleness brought by the scorching sun, popsicles and blind mom, and the little anxiety before I left. No one knows who I am, and everyone thinks that I have a happy family like them.
16 for a while, my mother really kept her promise. Every month, an old woman who lived in the city in her early years but often went back to her hometown brought me some nutrition and living expenses. My home, deep in the alley, seems to be completely isolated from me. I began to forget the smooth slate in front of my house, the mottled locks on the door, and even the warm greetings from my mother leaning against the door after dusk. Such a day slipped away quietly and quickly until I was near the semester of graduation.
17 The last week of that semester.
18 When the old woman gave me a bag of eggs and 50 yuan money, a roommate opposite my bed said, "Li, your mother is so kind to you. Inviting her to the graduation party will definitely make her feel very honored! "
19 "oh ... this? "I hesitated for an instant. "My mother is too busy. She ... can't afford the time. You see, she needs help in everything. How can she have time? " At that moment, I was surprised to find that telling lies was just like telling the truth.
When I saw the old woman coming out, I gratefully said to her, "You have been worried about me for three years and made you suffer."
2 1 "You ..." She seemed a little excited, paused for a moment, and then said, "Did you really do well in the exam?"
I nodded my head.
23 "sin! ..... "She sighed." You ... your mother is so stubborn! "
24 "What's the matter?" I'm suddenly a little nervous.
She stopped talking, took my hand and rushed out of the school gate, then turned into a remote alley.
Far away, I saw her, my mother. In the wind, she leaned helplessly against the wall, and her messy gray hair fluttered beside her old cheeks. I saw her sunken eyes, her hands full of blue veins and black spots like dead bamboo, and the bright bamboo stick.
Li, you are promising, but you can't be heartless. After three years, how can I go back to my hometown once a month? She got on the bus herself, got off the bus and touched my place, gave me something to bring to you, and then touched the car by herself ... "
My vision blurred in an instant. In the dim tears, I vaguely saw the long road next to the village, the long alley by the roadside, the long bamboo sticks in the alley, and a long figure hobbled behind the bamboo sticks.
29 "Mom!" I ran over and cried for my vanity and ignorance. In the wind, her face is so black, her hands are so rough, and her eyes are so dim, but she stands there so tall and straight, so firm, as if expecting, as if waiting.
Mom, I'm home. I have come back. I actually remember, I still remember the muddy mountain road when I came, I still remember the coolness of running barefoot across the slate, I still remember the heavy wooden door bolt at home, and the alley we used to walk together, the deep alley.