There is such a place, which has been my home for more than ten years. It is a very important station in my life that I will not easily think of, but will never forget. It is dusty in the depths of my memory, but it is full of vividness.

Memories of letterhead.

I once thought that except in dreams and for very special reasons, I would never set foot on that land again.

Whether some memories are good or painful, it is best to turn them into a photo album and hide it in a corner of your heart. When you think about it, you can take it out, dust it off, and read through it carefully. Every photo in it will be kept.

The most original appearance in memory, those people, those things, those times that cannot be returned, without modification, without explanation, without asking about its past, without exploring its current situation, and without worrying about its future.

That is a photo album, each photo is frozen in memory, with labels attached to it that I want to give it.

Unexpectedly, there is a very special reason for me to go back and take a look. My mother is suffering from Alzheimer's disease. The disease is progressing rapidly, and the eraser in her brain is accelerating to erase all her memories.

My mother was born in an ordinary worker's family in Qingdao, Shandong Province, and her family background was average.

When I was young, I caught up with the movement of intellectual youths going to the mountains and countryside during the Cultural Revolution. Every family had to have one child go to the countryside to join the queue. My mother was the second among five children, but she took the initiative to respond to the country's call and left Qingdao for the countryside of Rushan.

To receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants.

When I was a child, I often heard my mother talk about the hardships and interesting stories of the years she went to the countryside. Even though it was a difficult period for the country, the difficult life in a small mountain village could not be compared with that in a big city. My mother suffered a lot in the years in the countryside, but she still

Since then, he has developed a resolute and courageous character and a hard-working and hard-working character. He has established a good reputation among local villagers and educated youths who have gone to the countryside, and has made many lifelong friends.

In the later years of the Cultural Revolution, educated youths returned to their hometowns and Qingdao through connections one after another. However, due to various reasons, my mother was not assigned to work in a remote military factory on the outskirts of Zibo, Shandong until the last few years of the movement.

Because she was born in a turbulent era, my mother did not go to school for a few years. She did not have much knowledge, but she had a simple philosophical outlook. She was diligent and hard-working at work, had the courage to take on responsibilities, worked hard to study business, strived for excellence in her work, and never let her colleagues down.

He is an advanced worker in the team every year even if he says half a no. He is enthusiastic and generous in life, is kind to others, spares no effort to help relatives and friends, and is well-known for his philanthropy.

It turns out that my home was the liveliest in the factory dormitory area. There were always relatives, friends and neighbors coming to visit. The parents were short-tempered and asked for help. My mother chatted with the guests and kept her hands busy. She made tea and boiled water and brought out the best fruits in the house.

Snacks were served to the guests. Even if the guests expressed that they were full, they would stand up and give in. It was not until the guests took a symbolic bite of the peeled apple that was forced into their hands that they sat down with satisfaction.

Every now and then, friends would come to the house for a get-together. My mother was busy in the kitchen, trying her best to make a few special dishes. She was always the last one to sit down after drinking, and she never forgot to get up and say hello frequently.

Let the guests raise chopsticks and cups. To this day, when I talk about my mother to my relatives and friends, they will say with a smile that your mother is too enthusiastic and dare not go to your house. She keeps asking for food, and she especially likes to go to your house and feel her.

Passion that leaves no stone unturned.

My father is a train driver and travels most of the week. His time at home is extremely limited, so most of the housework needs to be done by my mother, both inside and outside.

My mother is a restless person. She has two troublemakers in the house, but she always keeps the windows clean. She is smart and studious, and is good at knitting sweaters. She also taught herself how to cut and perm hair. Every day when the house is neatly tidied, she makes arrangements for the Zhang family's children.

Knit a sweater, perm the hair of sister-in-law of the Li family, and give the old lady of the Wang family a haircut. Because of her well-known kindness and enthusiasm, neighbors and colleagues will always find her if they need help at home. As long as she can, she will always spare no effort to provide help.

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During the holidays, she would make rice dumplings and smoked fish in a crispy pot. The neighbors would have a portion on their tables, and the whole alley could smell the aroma of her carefully cooked food.

Anyone who is lucky enough to get to know her becomes their most cherished friend in life. Even if they move away from the factory dormitory area after retirement, friends will still call to greet her every now and then for decades, and they will even come all the way here during the holidays.

Come visit us and experience Joe's passion once again, which is rare in modern society.

What troubles her more than doing housework is our learning and growth.

Fortunately, I have been introverted and well-behaved since I was a child, and I rarely need adults to worry about my studies. However, my younger brother is a natural "war monger" and is lively and active. He has been having troubles since kindergarten, and there are always parents who pull the children and beat them until they cry.

The children came to complain, and the mother never defended her. Right was right and wrong was wrong. She would start beating and scolding her in front of other parents and asked us to apologize. In the end, most of the other parents would pull the mother to persuade her not to be angry and not to be angry.

Smack child.

My brother and I are four years apart, so we should get along relatively well, but as long as I can remember, we have been having constant lawsuits. The two brothers sleep in the same bed, and start fighting from the moment they open their eyes in the morning, until they are scolded by their parents to turn off the lights and go to bed.

Regardless of food, use or play, we have to separate you and me, and no one should give in to the other. Because I am the boss, I will most likely be punished in the end. For this, I have been quite jealous for a while.