I can't stay with my mother for a long time. It was almost thirty years ago, since I went to study in the provincial capital. People go back every year, and there are many plans to go back, but they are largely stranded because of common affairs. Even if there are occasional trips in the middle, most of them come and go in a hurry. Plus, my parents were in good health, so I stayed with my knees for a few days and drove back to Guangdong. During the impression, it was not deep. Therefore, from time to time, I miss my mother through letters and then through the phone.

As far as I can remember, my mother wore a double-breasted coat in middle age, with buttons arranged and inserted obliquely from her left shoulder to her right waist. Her hair is short and she looks a little energetic in fatigue. After working in the field and sweating like rain, my hair was slightly bitter and thicker, which fixed my most affectionate picture of my mother. It is said that X county dialect is a living fossil of Qin dialect, and it is impossible to verify it, but I am convinced. Mother Bukou, who is wearing clothes, said that it is said to be a dialect of Qin flavor, which confirmed the ancient origin of "I don't know how there was a Han in X County, regardless of Wei and Jin Dynasties" in my hometown. Mother, coming all the way from the distant Qin Dynasty, raised our pre-Qin saints in a dusty way. In the middle of the night, I often think, from history to reality, from reality to history, I have repeatedly studied time and space, and that moment is scratching. If there is a woman in the Terracotta Warriors, it must be my mother. Standing on the edge of the No.2 pit in the ancient city, I thought about it. Because they are all wearing double-breasted shirts, they look at the distance firmly, silently and slightly empty, from pre-Qin to the distant future.

"My parents are old and their health is not as good as before. If they can come back, they will come back and have a look. Maybe, once they see it, they will be less ... "My sister basically repeated this old saying on the phone this year. "Father's eyesight is so poor that he can hardly recognize anyone." "Mother is always panting with her back hunched." There is one thing that will never nag, except this. I see. My father is 90 years old and my mother is 8 1. However, my parents are more reasonable and generally don't take the initiative to call me. Even occasionally, I just kept nagging my grandson about "study hard, get into Tsinghua Peking University and go to Beijing to work". Never talked about your life. I clearly remember that the year before last, my child was admitted to the university from the senior high school entrance examination in H state. The admission notice came many days ago, but my parents who never took the initiative to call just called several times and said "I invited a bodhisattva" and "I finally went to school in Beijing". "I will come back during the Spring Festival", and the mother who believes in Buddhism is even more grateful to the Bodhisattva for burning incense and worshiping Buddha in front of the shrine in her hometown.

Xia Yue returned to his hometown and met his mother at his sister's house in the county. Mom's back is obviously getting more and more hunched, which is more serious than what I have thought about n times in my heart. The face is thin, but the whole body is clean and tidy, and no one needs to help. My hair is not very white. I think it has something to do with my mother's hard work and efforts all her life. "I have a light diet and don't want to be picky about food. I especially like simple tea and light rice," said my sister. I remember in the sixties and seventies, my mother loved vegetable soup rice. Frankly speaking, it was no longer soup rice, or well water was directly soaked in rice, and most of the food in the bowl was sweet potato rice (a sweet potato ration, which was chopped, dried and stored to replace rice). Our country was the staple food of that special era. As for rice, it is so rare that my mother can't eat it, so she eats it with well water. A small amount of rice is usually put in the corner of the pot for our children to eat. Of course, at this time, my father usually ignores it. I came back with the children, and my mother was obviously excited. "It's good to be back. Can you stay a few more days when you come back? " Mom asked. Yes, you see, I brought the children back. Because of the epidemic, universities in Beijing will definitely not start this semester. So is kindergarten. "That's good. There are a lot of eggs in the house. I just came back to eat. Dozens of chickens and eggs can't be eaten, and we don't like to eat them." Mother was as excited as a child when she heard that the children could stay a little longer when they came back. I know my mother is reluctant to eat any eggs, because she knows I will bring the children back. This is what my sister told me quietly. Mom knows that earth eggs can't be bought in the city. "I can't play any more. I am a girl and I have my own way of life. " My mother said sadly. My mother is most worried that I will still hit the child, which is always the case.

My mother worked hard all her life. My mother didn't go to school because my grandfather's family was in a recession. Later, I gradually realized that this is probably the direct reason why my mother went to great lengths to send me to school. However, when my mother reached middle age, she went to a literacy class after all. She doesn't know the lyrics, but she can remember them easily. Especially the children's song handed down from generation to generation, "Moonlight, sea light, carrying water, washing the school ..." On a hot summer night, when I don't sleep, my mother often says these sentences in my ear that even my mother can't understand, in order to let us go to bed early. Mothers often say that holding a child is like holding a bowl of boiling oil. "Even if your palm burns, can you leave it?" ? It was not until I became a father and my mother told me this sentence again that I really realized the weight of this sentence. Children are my life, and I am my mother's life. My mother didn't go to school formally, but she tried to open the school gate for me. You should study hard and go to Beijing to study ... In order to realize your dream, mom can go out to pick tea in the morning and go back to Dai Yue. Chop firewood up the mountain and transport a load of charcoal into the city in exchange for my favorite comic book; I can also fold bamboo shoots high in the biting cold wind (my hometown is called Gao Bamboo Shoot, an aquatic plant whose roots can be peeled off for cooking, and then I will know it is called melon when I grow up) and send me to school; Under the faint oil lamp, the cloth shoes of Melaleuca were punctured and their fingers bled. The garden is green and there are countless famous peppers, eggplants, pumpkins, beans and lentils. Pumpkin flowers was his favorite when he was a child. The delicious scrambled eggs became the sweetest memory of his childhood.

My mother dotes on me, but not too much. It's about 8 kilometers from the village to the town. Since junior high school, my mother has sent me half way in the wind and rain every day. After dawn, I will move on and my mother will turn back. Because I passed through a small temple without a house, the old people in the village burned paper money there when they died. When I was a child, I heard too many rumors and dared not walk alone, especially before dawn. However, my mother is not afraid. "Bodhisattva bless good people" my mother often says. I loved toys when I was a child, but my mother always used magic to get bamboo sticks back from the mountains, and then I got slingshots, water guns and bows and arrows. When comic books couldn't be made, my mother picked peaches from peach trees, put them in baskets, took them to town to sell, and then bought them for me. My first comic book (Great Wall Treasure) came from here. Then came Shaolin First, Monkey King Thrice Defeats the Skeleton Demon's Journey to the West, Huo Yuanjia, Sword Book, Life and Hate, Yang Jiajiang ... Only after I went to the provincial capital to study, I failed to keep it well and disappeared year after year. Those happy days of my childhood, which I deeply regret, have also disappeared. The mace made of sticks is still there. I vaguely remember that my mother made it after reading Qin Qiong's bamboo whip in The Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties. It could be confusing. That's the origin of my martial arts dream when I was a child. Up to now, the mace made by my mother and my martial arts dream have been sealed in the cupboard of my new home. If you make a mistake or don't study hard, you will be punished. Usually my mother patted her feet with bamboo branches, but now there are traces. But my mother usually squats down, and then she blushes and gently applies mercurochrome to me. "What's the matter?" ? "Be careful next time, don't let others look down on you," my mother usually says.

Mother is not used to living in the city. When the oldest child was born, I couldn't take maternity leave because I was busy with work or for a living. I spent a lot of reasons, moved to thousands of places, and invited my mother from X County, two thousand miles away, to ZQ, Guangdong with the clever words of seven aunts and eight aunts in my hometown. Originally, I also wanted my mother to come out and see the world outside X County (my mother has never left that endless mountain village before) to show my due filial piety. It was my mother's first trip, and it was also her first time to pick live chickens and come to Guangdong by train. No matter how I persuade, it is not convenient to take live chickens by car. My mother stubbornly only said that native chickens are the best nutrition for confinement, "you can't buy them in the city." Because my wife didn't go to work, I took my mother to the streets of ZQ at the full moon. From the commercial street to Gu Xiang Kouzi, from the leisure square to the mountain stream, from Beiling Mountain to Qixingyan ... At that time, my mother in her early 60 s was faintly strong and could keep up with my footsteps. When I got home, I repeatedly told the boiled chicken to put yellow wine and ginger; Put less salt in dried bean curd and pig bones; Never eat soy sauce in the month, and the child's skin will not be white; Diapers should be washed and dried before they can be used (at that time, diapers were cut from old clothes brought by my hometown. My mother said that this kind of diaper is hygienic and durable, and it doesn't hurt the skin. We were all brought up like this, even though diapers were sold in stores at that time. "That's a chemical product, it's not clean," my mother said. I tried my best to make my mother happy, but late autumn came, and I vaguely remembered that it was Chongyang, and my mother still insisted on going back to her hometown in X County. The reason is that when we go back to Chongyang for the Spring Festival, we will steam chong yang wine to raise chickens. I know that I have been with my mother in ZQ for half a year, but because of the language barrier, the isolation of the city people, and my mother can't give up everything in her hometown in X County, and she can't give up the mountains and rivers that raised her for most of her life, and miss the happiness of laughing and crying every day.

"We are still villagers, and we can't understand other words when we go out."

"You have to go to work, and your children are older." "I still go home. You see, Chongyang is coming, and chong yang wine has to be steamed. " Mother insisted on going back.

However, in a small town, my mother lives more comfortably than in a big city. Because of my work, I moved from ZQ city to H city, which is actually a bit exaggerated, because although the specific settlement point belongs to H city, it is indeed a small town under the jurisdiction of B county in H city. It's only half an hour's journey from the beginning of the town to the end of the town. The crisp autumn season is still full of golden rice fields, mixed with the crisp cries of sparrows, just like the hometown of X County has been familiar with the scenery for half a lifetime. More importantly, Zhang Yi's hometown at the other end of the vegetable market was originally from X County. In order to kill time, Zhang Yi opened a small tailor's shop to help people mend clothes. When it comes to sewing, it is actually sewing the head and changing the zipper. In G Town, County B, the economy is relatively developed and the production is basically loose. Who can wear clothes to rags and need to mend scars? Therefore, Aunt Zhang of X County, under the banner of opening a shop, actually just opened the door and guarded an old-fashioned hand-pushed black sewing machine. But mom can settle down for a while. Accordingly, I was also moved by the light of Zhang Yi. It is estimated that it was in Xia Yue five years ago. My sister and I discussed that I would drive back to my hometown to pick up my mother and visit H City while she was still walking. After seeing the ten scenic spots of West Lake in H city, my mother was particularly attached to the rural scenery in G town. In the evening after dinner, mothers often hold their children's hands and walk back and forth on the fluorescent path. Speaking some uncommon X County Mandarin, the children were amused to run around in front of them. The fluorescent path is actually a farm path. After a hot day and rain, fireflies fly everywhere. Children like it, so they chose such a poetic name. More importantly, Aunt Zhang Can chats with her mother all day when she has nothing to do in front of the sewing machine. Her mother likes to listen, saying that this is the taste of her hometown. Mother won't push the old sewing machine by hand, but she will help Zhang Yi with a needle and thread when she is busy. When the children return to the courtyard door after school, they can go hand in hand to find their mother to buy cotton candy. However, about two years later, Zhang Yi went to another city with her children. Her mother was worried about her hometown and went back to X County with us during the Spring Festival, so she never came out again. "I am relieved to see the children's efforts in reading," mom said happily. The wrinkles spread out, revealing irregular teeth, which fixed all my definitions of kindness.

Mother still went back, accompanied her for most of her life, and went to a small mountain village in X County. There are villages, fields and bubbling smoke that she is most familiar with, terraces and vegetable gardens that she has cultivated all her life, neighbors close to her relatives and friends, familiar rural sounds that can be heard when she steps into any family, high bamboo shoots in a small pond, pine mushrooms under an old tree, and deserted small temples. "I am familiar with it. I can walk home with my eyes closed, unlike the city," my mother said.

Unconsciously, it's summer night again. When writing this paragraph, it was raining outside the balcony, and my face was accidentally wet. "Kind Mother" came from a distance, and I don't know who is broadcasting it. "The path she walked with her back to the water, the green trees swayed gently, she milked milk from the sheepfold, and Gesang flowers quietly opened around her." The ivy planted in the flowerpot for ten years lost the darkness of the iron fence above the balcony and grew up alone, much like missing her mother …