Twenty-three years ago, a young woman lived in our village, unkempt, giggling at everyone and urinating openly to the public. Therefore, the daughter-in-law often spits at the woman in the village, and some daughters-in-law also come forward to kick her feet and tell her to "go away, will she go or wander around the village smiling?"

At that time, my father was 35 years old, and he had already cut off the place where his left hand worked on the stone machine. Because of his poor family, he never had a bride. Grandma saw how beautiful that woman was, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her daughter-in-law, my father, waiting for her to come to my house, and then continued to incense, and she left. Although my father was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and agreed after watching this scene at home. As a result, one thing about my father is that he doesn't spend money as a groom.

My mother gave birth to me, and when my grandmother hugged me, there was no tooth left, and she said with joy, "This crazy woman was given back to my grandson." Only when I was born, my grandmother took me away, and never let your mother get close.

My mother always wanted to hug me, and she struggled to shout "Give it to me" before my grandmother many times. Grandma ignored her. I am so small, like a meat toot, how can I be a mother who misses me and falls to the ground? After all, your mother is crazy. When your mother hugs my request, my grandmother always stares at her and admonishes her: "Don't try to hug the baby, I won't give it to you, I will kill you. If I find you stealing from him, even if you don't die, I will take you away." "Grandma said, there is a vague meaning. Mother's understanding, in the face of fear, every time I am just a distance. Although my mother's milk swelled badly, I didn't eat half of her milk. I fed it to my grandmother in spoonfuls. Grandma said "crazy" mother's milk, if the transmission is troublesome.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the mire of poverty. Tim's mother and I, family members are often thorough. Grandma decided to expel her mother because she not only ate "free meals" at home, but also caused trouble from time to time.

One day, grandma cooked a big pot, and Tian Nian, a big bowl of hands, said, "Wife, the family is too poor. I'm sorry for your mother-in-law. You ate this bowl of rice to discover the rich lives of young people, and you are not allowed to come in the future, huh?" "Niang just grilled a large group of rice mouths, and she was very surprised that a group meal was stuck in her mouth when she heard the" notice of relocation "from her grandmother. Mother looked at her grandmother's arms, lisping and complaining: "No, don't ....." Grandma suddenly became gloomy, and in August, the roar of paternalism shouted: "You crazy bitch, you are stubborn and stubborn, and there is no good fruit to eat. ? Originally a vagrant, I took you in for two years, but what about you? Go to eat, you hear? "My grandmother's doorknob hoe, like Yu Taijun's lead, stuck to the ground like a heavy knock on the door, making a" bang "sound. The mother was shocked, looked at her mother timidly, and slowly looked down at her work in front, tears falling on glistening rice. Staring at her, my mother suddenly had a very strange move. She put the other half of a bowl of rice into an empty bowl and looked at her grandmother piteously.

Grandma froze. It turned out that her mother told her grandmother that she could only eat half a bowl of rice every meal, but she didn't drive her away. My grandmother, whose heart was badly hurt, is a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma took it away, kept back tears, and then put on a straight face and said, "Eat fast food. Eat fast food in my family, and you will starve to death." Mother seemed desperate, even eating half a bowl of rice, and Lang Lang stumbled out of the door and stood at the door with them for a long time. Grandma said mercilessly: "You left, you left, rich people live in the sun and don't go back!" " Instead, Niang came over and put her hands back to her mother's weapon. It turned out that her mother wanted to hug me.

Grandma's depression, or baby, I'll give it to your mother Mother, the first time I was in his arms, I smiled, smiling all over the face. Grandma, his hand was under me, and then, worried about my mother's madness and freshness, I lost it like throwing garbage. My mother held me for less than three minutes, and my grandmother couldn't wait. I would fight for the past, then turned into the room and closed the door.

When I'm confused? It was not until dawn that I discovered that my other friends had a mother. The father I want to find, my grandmother gave it to your mother, died, they said. My little friend told me, "Your mother is crazy, get rid of your grandmother." I will argue with my grandmother, who is also my mother, and call her "grandma wolf", even her side spilled my food in one place. I don't have the concept of "crazy", but I miss her very much. What is she like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, I was 6 years old and came back from my mother for 5 years.

One day, several friends flew away and reported: "Little tree, look at your mother, you are crazy. Mom is back. "I'm very happy to run out, to run, dad, grandma, because I also got caught, I remember, the first time I saw your mother, she was in rags, some yellow hair was broken grass late, and the day spent the night in that haystack, and my mother didn't dare to enter the house, but facing my house, sitting in the rice field in front of shigu village was still a dirty balloon. She eagerly looked for her son from our mother. She finally stared at me. She grinned and called me, "Little tree ... ball ... ball." She stood up and kept shaking the balloon. Please insert it into my arms. I kept going backwards. I was disappointed. I didn't think that I thought your mother was actually an image at night. Partners on the side "

My little friend said angrily, "She is your mother! Your mother is crazy, and your mother is the same: trees, now you know what kind of madman is? This is your mother. , "I turned and ran. Crazy mother, I don't know. Grandmother and father let mother lead them into the door. Grandma kicked out her mother, and her conscience is aging with each passing day. Her heart can't harden any more, so it's not happy to leave my mother and my boss voluntarily, because your mother lost my face.

I never gave your mother a bad look. She never spoke again on her own initiative, but I didn't yell at your mother to call her "mom", and we didn't dare to talk back.

My mother was not raised in vain at home, so my grandmother decided to train my mother to do housework. Working in the field, grandma and mother "observed" and refused to obey, so they would be beaten.

Some days later, my grandmother thought that my mother had been training and almost told her to go out and cut pig grass alone. Unexpectedly, it only took my mother an hour and a half to cut two baskets of ragweed. Grandma's troubles and panic, mother cut other areas, and the edge of rice syrup was pulled. Grandma angrily scolded her: "Crazy bitch, no matter ..." Grandma was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath when the owner hired the paddy field, and then said that grandma deliberately instigated it. Grandma hit her mother on the lower back with a furious stick in front of others and said, "Kill your crazy bitch, and get away from me ..."

Mom, although she is crazy, she still knows the pain. She jumps away from the wooden stick and says, "Don't, don't wail." Finally, people can't help but look at it and take the initiative to say, "Well, we didn't hold it. Later, I saw that her strict point was ... "The storm subsided and my mother sobbed on the ground. I said to her with disdain, "grass and rice can't tell you are a pig." Carter patted me on the head behind, and grandma played it. Grandma stared at me and scolded me: "Little rabbit, how can you talk?" Go ahead, she is your mother! " I disdained to say, "I won't have such a crazy mother!" "

"Oh, you are more and more outrageous. I won't hit you! " Grandma slapped me, and then I saw your mother bouncing off the ground like a spring. My grandmother, mother, pointed to his head and said, "Hit me, hit me, cried."

I know, your's mother told grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma's hand drooped in mid-air, muttering to herself, "Crazy woman, my heart loves my children!" Soon after I went to school, his father was a fish professional in a neighboring village who went to a fish pond. Earn 50 yuan a month. It didn't cause too much trouble for my mother to work under grandma's leadership or go out to play pig grass.

I remember that I was hungry for a winter in the third grade of primary school, and it suddenly began to rain. My grandmother's mother took my umbrella. This mother may have fallen several times all the way and looked like a periophthalmus. She stood at the window of the next classroom and looked at me with a giggle. She also called: Tree ... Umbrella ... "Some students giggled, and I was on pins and needles. My mother hated her toothache and her ignorance. She hated the shame she gave me, and even more hated taking the lead in pretending to be a fan. When he was still exaggerating imitation, I grabbed the stationery in front of me and threw it at him. He escaped from the fake play. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we shed tears. I'm still young. I'm no match for him. He's on the ground easily. At this time, only he heard a cry from the voice of "Ow" outside the classroom, and Niang flew over like a hero to take Fan's fake play and drag it out of the house. Whether the efforts of the madman are fake or not. Mother's hand, bullying my fans to hold a fake play in the air, scared to cry and cry, and a pair of chubby calves kicked in the air, but mother turned a deaf ear. In fact, he was thrown into the pond at the school gate, and then walked away with an indifferent face.

Mom made a big mistake for me. She seems to be fine. In front of me, my mother has returned to a timid manner and looked at me to please me and understand that this is maternal love. Even unconsciously, maternal love is awake because her son is bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help, but I called, "Mom!" " This is my first time, because of talking, I called her mother to shudder and looked at me for a long time, just like a child, then blushed and grinned, laughing stupidly. Our mother and son came home with umbrellas for the first time. I said these words with her grandmother, who was so scared that she fell into a chair and quickly asked her father to call her back. My father had just entered the room when a group of middle-aged men with knives and sticks broke into my house, indiscriminately smashing pots and pans, and it was like a 9-magnitude earthquake at home. This is an invitation from Fan's fake drama family. Fan's father ruthlessly pointed at his father's nose and said, "My son is scared of mental illness, and now he is lying in the hospital and you pay 1000 dollars for medical expenses. I, his mother, burned down your house. “

1000? Watching dad is only 50 yuan a month! Murderous, fierce eyes staring at the mother's family, his father's eyes slowly burning red, a hand flew to his belt, swept over her to call her mother. However, the mother's panic dragged down the mouse, ran into a dead end, like a prey, jumping helplessly, dodging, making a harsh sound, and the crisp sound of the belt pulling on her, which I will never forget. Finally, the police of the director's police station rushed to the scene, and my father's hand stopped the violence. The mediation results of the police station have lost each other, and these two do not owe. Who's bothering to catch who! The gang left, dad looked at the messy pieces of pots and pans in the room, and came to see his scarred mother together. He suddenly cried, and her mother was in his arms and said, "Crazy woman, I didn't insist on hitting you. I don't want to hit you. This is not, we don't have the money to pay compensation. It's a disaster caused by poverty. It's home! "Dad gave me a look and said," Shuer, you must study hard to get into college, so we will bully life! "Sensible nodded.

In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. Unfortunately, the overworked grandmother died of illness, and the family became more difficult every day. Civil Affairs Bureau Enshi Prefecture My poor family subsidizes 40 yuan every month. When I was in high school, I gave corresponding relief for my tuition. I have been able to read it.

I read, study and hold fast, and I seldom go home. 50 yuan, the burden of my father is still on my mother's body to send me food. It's always my aunt's help next door, because I have copied a good pickle and sent it to my mother. The loss of 20 kilometers of intestinal mountain road was firmly recorded by my mother, rain or shine. A miracle happened. Who is his son? Is your mother crazy? Besides maternal love? I can't explain how to decipher this phenomenon in medicine.

On Sunday, April 27th, 2003, my mother came and brought a dish, not only for me, but also a dozen wild peaches. I took a bite and asked her with a smile, "It's sweet, but where is it?" My mother said, "I'll pick it up ..." I didn't expect my mother to pick wild peaches. I sincerely praised her, "Mom, you are really getting more and more capable." Mother smiled.

Mother before I left, I made a list and told her to pay attention to safety. Oh, your mother's land. Farewell to your mother, and I plunged into the final examination before the college entrance examination. The next day, I was in class, and my aunt hurried to school. Teacher, I called out the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if the food was gone, so I sent it back to her yesterday. Aunt said, "No, she didn't go home until now." My heart is tight, won't your mother take the wrong path? The possible way she walked for three years should not be broken. Aunt asked, "Your mother didn't say anything?" I said no, she brought me a dozen miles of wild peaches. Clap your hands with your aunt: "Broken, broken, maybe peaches are broken in the wild." My aunt asked me, please stay and find the way home along the mountain road. The wild peach blossoms of the trees and the peach trees are sparsely hung with a few peaches, which can survive because of the long cliffs. We also found a trace of a peach branch pry, and the tree is a hundred feet deep. Aunt looked at me and said, "Let's go and see the cliff below," I said, "Aunt, don't scare me ..." Aunt threw herself at me and dragged me out to the valley. ...

Mother lay quietly in the corner, surrounded by scattered peaches, clutching a whole body of blood in her hand, which had already been solidified into heavy black. I was very upset. I tore my five internal organs apart and hugged my mother tightly. I said, "Mom, my tenacious mother, the child's regret should not be this lovely peach. It is my son who wants to kill you ... Mom, you are alive and have not enjoyed a day's happiness ..." My cold-faced mother, these stones are crying all over the mountain and my tears.

In 2003, on August 7, 20 1 1 year, after her mother was buried 100 days, the letter of admission from Hubei University passed through several wild peach trees by her mother, crossed the paddy field road in front of the village and flew straight to my home. I inserted into the grave of my mother who was so cold so late: "Mother, the children are on sale, can you hear me?" You can smile at Jiuquan! "