This is not to say that my mother is a pessimist. On the contrary, she loves life and has a wide range of interests. She suffers from a variety of chronic diseases and takes several medicines every day, but she is never afraid of trouble. No matter what happens, she never forgets to take medicine, which really saves us a lot of things as children. She exercises every day, but she can't walk after dinner. When the weather is bad, she walks around the house, back and forth, which makes me dizzy. Mom likes traveling, so she can't go alone, so we have to take her out. Every time I ask her, it's a little long to go somewhere, but my mother always says yes. Every time I play, I am in high spirits. My mother is a middle school student in the 1950s, and she has some cultures. When she was young, she was fascinated by a Dream of Red Mansions. After she got old, she was fascinated by Tang poetry for a while. She recited one or two poems every day and enjoyed it, saying that she could exercise her memory. We often saw 300 Tang poems with rough edges on the bed and table at home ...
To say that the most fascinating thing for my mother is opera. She likes Henan Opera, Pu Opera, Yue Opera and Huangmei Opera. The TV at home is almost always on the drama channel, and she is never bored. Speaking of some famous operas, such as several treasures, their surnames are very clear. A few years ago, I took my mother to see a story about Qin Qiang's Xi Jing in Beijing. Up to now, she still remembers that the hero's name is Li Dongqiao, and she said from time to time that maybe the play impressed her too deeply.
Maybe I like reading, maybe I like going to the theatre, maybe I have rich life experience, and my mother's slang is a string of slang. When cooking in the suburbs, she taught me how to make a fire, saying, "People should be solid, and fire should be hollow". Yes, only when you are hollow can you get more air and fire flourish, but it is also absolutely connected with people. When someone says that he is thin, he must eat less, and his mother chimed in, "Fat comes from his mouth". I only know "one autumn rain and one cold", but I don't know which day my mother added a sentence "Ten autumn rains should wear cotton". I was stunned and said, "Ten autumn rains?" Can you get off?
My mother grew up in a middle-class peasant family, my grandfather was diligent and capable, my grandmother was diligent and kept the house, and the family life of the small-scale peasant economy was also interesting, even revealing the exquisiteness of that era. For example, most of the clothes she wears are knitted by her grandmother, but she has to dye the cloth in various colors, and some have to print or embroider flowers. My mother once wore purple coarse trousers, and now she thinks they are all beautiful. Perhaps because of this, my mother's basic skills in housework are quite solid, and what she does is like. Which of our sisters could eat and wear when they were children without mom's hands? But at that time, life was difficult, I couldn't pay attention to anything, and my mother couldn't show any skills. Now that life is good and we pay attention to the appeal of life, my mother has given us one little surprise after another.
During the Spring Festival, you still have to steam your own steamed buns in your hometown in the countryside, which is hygienic and delicious. Once my mother was in a good mood. In addition to the round and even steamed bread she kneaded, she also kneaded a lot of steamed buns, such as rabbits and mice, which were lifelike. Watching my mother knead, and holding a small comb, I soon made a little mouse. It doesn't seem difficult to look at, and I tried to do it, but it's not like that, either the proportion is wrong or asymmetrical, and it's not pleasing to the eye. This is the only way to realize, although it's a simple shape, it's not a day's work.
Mom's needlework is also good. I remember the little cotton-padded jacket and trousers made by my grandmother when my daughter was a child. They were warm and beautiful, just like a small work of art. Speaking of which, I am half a literary woman in middle age. One day, on a whim, I bought a piece of white cloth to make some handkerchiefs, and planned to embroider an edge with colored thread. My mother and I do it at the same time. There is really no harm without comparison. My mother sews evenly and densely, clean and beautiful, while mine is uneven and bumpy. I can't accept it. Recently, my mother started embroidering again. I bought her a pattern from the Internet. She knows several kinds of stitches. At present, she has finished a work, which shows that she has a good foundation. By the way, last year, she bought more than a dozen pairs of insoles, and each pair was so beautiful that people couldn't put it down.
As a working woman, my mother has worked all her life. These skills are first for life, and it is life that has taught her so much. She wouldn't have thought that ordinary labor means would bring us these shocks. In fact, our mood is somewhat complicated. In the past, we always felt that our mother was old, but we were still strong and better than her in all aspects. Suddenly, one day, we found that our mother was better than us in some aspects, and our hearts immediately became soft, warm and delicate, and it seemed that we had someone to rely on. We became children again, children of our mothers, and happy children of our mothers.
This feeling is really good! A mother at home is like a treasure.