And stubbornly believe that my mother will fall in love with this bustling and noisy city like me. Fall in love with those dazzling shopping malls and shops, and fall in love with commodity consultation with discounts every day. But a week later, I found that my mother was so acclimatized. Not only can she not get used to sitting toilets, small rooms, noise outside windows and the constant horn of cars, but she is also unhappy every day because she can't find anyone to talk to. Several times, when she heard the neighbors quarreling, she opened the door and tried to stop the fighting. I told her that in the city, people don't like others to care about their privacy, let alone know nothing about each other, which is too presumptuous. It took my mother a long time to forgive us for being unreasonable when we met the opposite person.
I am very busy in my brother's supermarket every day and can't accompany my mother. I'm afraid she will be lonely. I bought a lot of duet discs that she likes to listen to and taught her. In the evening, I dragged my tired body home and asked her how she was. She always said it was fine, so she buried herself in washing clothes and cooking. I closed the door and wrote a novel on the computer. I turn on the TV and hope my mother can watch Korean dramas. But when I pushed the door, I caught a glimpse of my mother leaning back on the sofa, snoring slightly. I came to wake her up. She smiled apologetically and said, "The TV series is very good, but I'm a little tired. I'd better go to sleep first. " When I helped her into the room and closed the door, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the empty living room and realized that my mother had lied. In her sixties, she may not understand the popular Korean dramas at all. As she said, the beautiful discs are brand-new in the drawer and have never been opened at all; Because I have taught her how to use the dv machine so many times, she always forgets after learning it. These ordinary things are no less than reading gobbledygook for us and our mother who can hardly read.
I began to spend as much time as possible with my mother, but my mother was very uncomfortable with my generosity. She advised me not to accompany her several times, and showed off the way home from the square, saying that I could get up early to exercise my muscles and exercise like those old people who danced at night in the morning. You can make many friends.
After I hesitated, I decided to leave the opportunity to buy food to my mother. She also came back step by step a few times before, without any mistakes. But a few days later, in order to buy my favorite freshwater fish, she walked around the farmer's market several times and got lost. Finally, the uniformed staff kindly sent her back. She pretended it was just a piece of cake. From the mouth of the staff, she shed tears for a long time in the noisy market.
I insist on not letting my mother buy food again, and so does my brother. She reluctantly agreed, but when we were not at home, she went out to exercise again and disappeared twice. I can't help losing my temper with her. She sat on the sofa, gave me a helpless look and whispered; "You said, I can't even walk the street, so what am I doing in the city?"
In her words, I remembered that in order to kill time, she wiped and wiped the tableware on the floor at home. Even my discarded clothes were turned out to dry carefully when I was not looking, cleaned and folded neatly, and then carefully placed in the closet. She cooks for my brother and me in different ways, cleans the toilet several times a day, and even mops the stairs spotless. This diligence is not only her dedication to her children, but also her unspeakable loneliness in this silent city. As a junior, we are self-righteous, so we impose this filial piety on her.
Soon, my mother tentatively talked about her old neighbor at dusk. I said, "Mom, if you want to go back, you might as well go home and see them." My mother looked up in surprise and said casually and happily, "I really miss them." Last time your second aunt called and said she was going to be a grandmother. When I heard the loud voice of the woman next door, I thought of your sister-in-law Chili in the front yard. I am at home. When I am free, we sit under the willow and chat while knitting. Your uncle's mule gave birth to a pony! Oh, why does it feel like years have passed? I'm so flustered ... "
In the blush on my mother's face, I thought of her helplessness and reluctance when she left her hometown, and a person's slouches in the city. Finally, I understand that sometimes filial piety is not always with parents. Giving them their own space and life is also an expression of love.
I suddenly remembered a lot of past events.
At that time, I lived in three old houses, and my father went to the production team at dawn to earn work points. Mother took our three brothers and sisters at home to help manage the thin land in front of and behind the house. Father earns work points alone. At the end of the year, we have to settle accounts and distribute rations to the production team. As far as I can remember, the basin at home was always full. Every time my mother digs noodles, the noodles in the jar will soon fall into a pit. Dig three times and dig two times to the bottom. It has become a habit of mine to see how many noodles are left in the jar every day. When there was not enough food, my mother tried to find a way. In spring, my mother asked us to climb on the pagoda tree and mix a basket full of pagoda flowers in corn flour, or my mother led us to dig wild vegetables in the field, mix them with boiling water, sprinkle with salt and have a bowl for each person. I seem to be full. However, hunger haunts us like a ghost.
When we came back from school, we rushed to the dry food box hanging on the beams like hungry wolves. Whether it's sweet potatoes or cakes, put them in our mouths. Sometimes, the basket is empty. At that time, my mother hid dry food for dinner, otherwise there would only be porridge for dinner.
Sweeping the floor at home, whether eating or not, brothers and sisters have to mow the grass for several pigs in the field, which is a must every day. A ewe and her cubs are still waiting for dinner. When mowing the grass, we always find vegetable fields all around. When mowing the grass, we pick some cowpeas and put them in our mouths. Long cowpea is covered with mud spots. We put it in our mouth without wiping it, and the green juice we eat comes out, which feels particularly sweet. Of course, to do all this, we have to avoid the young people in the production team. The desire to eat makes us more and more courageous. Several friends often appear in the orchard and steal green peaches and sour pears from the trees. At that time, we were all 100-meter athletes. All we have to do is stop shouting at the orchard, bounce out like an arrow and disappear into the vast green veil.
The park watchers didn't really chase us, but symbolically chased us, kicked us out and dragged us into the water. This is the reason for the repeated success.
There are many edible things in the field, such as sour buckwheat buds that can be eaten by roots, raspberries, wild medlar and grapes. Even the wild sour pears are hard and astringent, and they are not immune.
In the newly planted peanut field, we rummaged around like hamsters just to get a few peanuts. After several rains, there is always a blank in the green peanut seedlings, which looks so uncomfortable, just like a thick black hair with several scars. That's our masterpiece.
All our thoughts are eating. When our mouth is open, it is a bottomless pit. When something falls in, it will disappear without a trace. Eating is the most direct expression of us and the world. In the process of looking for food, we naturally go to the fields, where there are objects that can be full of life.
The days of spring are very long. It's like an old man walking slowly and difficultly. Often the sun is still high in the west, and his stomach is empty. It keeps barking, and dinner in the country has to wait until the light is turned on, and there is still a long time. At this time, we were even more uncomfortable than being tortured, so we had to open our voices and sing "The Sea, Hometown" repeatedly to drown out the whining protests. At this time, the earth is still depressed, and we have nowhere to eat, so we can only greet the arrival of dinner with songs.
In winter, it is very cold. After several heavy snows, Whitestorm blew. The wind hits the window from time to time with snow particles, and we hide under the bed early. This is my mother's attention. Once this season comes, let's go to bed early and never run outside again. She is afraid that we will get hungry when we run, but not when we fall asleep.
My brother has been snoring for a long time. He ate his mother's milk and slept soundly. My second sister and I were wrapped in quilts and kept turning over. It's very cold in the quilt, so our body temperature won't warm the quilt for the time being, and the cold dispels our drowsiness. At this moment, there was a knock at the door and a few coughs. Then he listened to the question: "Qing Er, mom, are you asleep?" I think the light is still on. Please show me Shuishui's letter and see what he says. "Mother quickly put on clothes and walked to the ground. As she walked, she said, "Uncle Cheng, you are still awake. I'll get the door. "
As the door creaked, a cold wind immediately lifted the cotton curtain in the room very high, and we quickly buried our heads in the bed. Grandpa Cheng said, "Give the child a rare sumptuous food." After that, he handed his mother a pack of snacks. Mother was embarrassed and quickly declined. Uncle Cheng said, "The cake I bought at the township supply and marketing cooperative in the morning is soft!" After that, she put the cake in her mother's hand and took out a letter from her old sheepskin coat. Mother quickly put the cake in the box on the ground, took the letter from Uncle Cheng and read it.
My second sister and I looked at the bag of cakes on the box through the corner. The light in the room 15 watt emits yellow light, which shines on the cake and the oil of the cake penetrates into the paper. Under the warm light, there is oily light. I swallowed hard and pretended to sleep there. I was looking forward to Grandpa Cheng's departure, because my mother said that no matter what food I bought, I had to wait until the guests left. This is the rule.
I sneak a look at my second sister from time to time. Although her eyes are closed, her eyelashes still vibrate from time to time. She is pretending to sleep like me, waiting for Uncle Cheng to leave.
The waiting time is very long. Mother should not only read the letter to Uncle Cheng, but also write back to his son Shuishui in the army. Mother finally wrote this letter. She read it to Uncle Cheng again and asked if there was anything else to add. At this time, the second sister can't wait. She said to her mother, "Mom, I want to eat cake!" " "Mother didn't seem to hear, just leaning on the letter with her back. The second sister repeated, "Mom, I want to eat cake!" " "This voice is so persistent, with a little KuQiang, I saw my mother's shoulders shaking and didn't turn around. I think mom must be angry. Uncle Cheng stood up and said, "Little fellow, I'll get you a piece." After that, he went to the bag of cakes, took out a piece and handed it to his second sister. I dare not move, I am completely asleep, but my ears and breathing are very long. I heard that the second sister ruined the cake in three bites.
Uncle Cheng said to his mother: By the way, tell Shui Sheng that your mother and I are very happy. Our sow gave birth to sixteen cubs in this nest.
After eating a piece of cake, the second sister's greedy bug was hooked up, and she shouted again: "Mom, I still want to eat cake!" " "Now, I know the seriousness of the situation. According to past experience, the second sister is not far from being beaten. I can see my mother's body shaking with anger, but her face is calm. Uncle Cheng stood up again and took a piece of cake to the second sister. This time, she ate it without much chewing.
Suddenly, the second sister shouted again: "Mom, I still want to eat!" " "Uncle cheng is also very embarrassed. He said that children are like this. Said, and took a piece to the second sister.
Mother finally finished writing this letter. She saw her old uncle to the door, then turned over and plugged in the door. She went to the second sister. Second sister's head has shrunk to the bed. She knew there was a battle waiting for her. The mother lifted the quilt of the second sister, and the naked second sister curled her head. The seven-year-old second sister was completely exposed on the kang, and there was no way out. Mother dragged her to the ground and beat her ass in circles on the ground. Mother asked, "I think you'd better not eat cake." Who dares to marry a girl like you when she grows up? " ! "The second sister howled like a pig and answered her mother," I will never eat cake again, mom, I dare not. "
Second sister's ass is like a piece of red silk. Although she ate the cake, she paid a painful price. Until she fell asleep, her nose was still twitching from time to time, probably in a dream, and she was still being beaten for the cake.
Many years later, the second sister and her lover, who were rich in economy, drove a private car and went back to their hometown from the city to visit their parents. I asked her casually, do you remember the experience of eating cake? She said, how could I not remember, but I was hungry, so I couldn't care so much. Let's talk after eating.
Yes, in this world, eating is the first need of people. The memory of eating at that time was too deep. It is like a Brawly that has been entangled in our souls for a long time. So that in today's rich material, I dare not neglect food any more. Every time I join a bar, I always pack my unfinished food home with contempt and contempt.
I can never leave the land where I was born and raised. Yes, they are just like our childhood names, deeply rooted in my life.
In the countryside, every piece of land has its own name, but it is very rough. We have never explored the ins and outs of these names. For a long time, I learned that every piece of land has a little-known story, and every piece of land also records the footprints of generations living in the village.
Farmers regard land as the pupil of their eyes, and I will call out many names of land in one breath: Shanghuangtan, Jiajiang, Dashaba, Yangchun Bay, Modaogou ... The names of land are like bags of grain in a barn and grains in a bowl, which provide us with resources for survival. Like a mass of fermented noodles, humble and vulgar, some are almost the milk names of sick children in the village. Because it is not easy to raise, the mothers listened to Mr. Feng Shui's words and changed a piece of land to the name of Wazi, which means peace.
The growth of crops is needless to say in any land with the words water and sunrise in its name. Harvest, no matter which year, there is a partial harvest. It seems that I got the true story of an expert, which is quite like a large family in the village who knows how to manage money.
The land covered by the forest slope looks sickly all year round. The grass and crops in the field are sallow and emaciated, so they can't stand the wind and rain, and they can't always be harvested. After autumn, the cut corn and carrots are so big. Even this kind of land, no one is willing to give up. After all, land supports people. No matter how barren the land is, as long as you plough and sow a handful of seeds, the wooden horse will not return to the threshing floor empty.
A land with vegetables, grass, trees, flowers, bees and butterflies has its own lively and valuable atmosphere. In the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the flowers fall in bloom, and the land helps all the people, animals and plants on which it depends. The name of the land is like a piece of steel that never rusts. Day after day, year after year, the wind, frost, rain and snow still shine. Life is actually living in a name, and the land is alive, but it is an eternal continuation of a halo.
We live and die on land. What about the land? It silently accepts everything and accepts everything with the profoundness of Buddha. One day, people will fall like meteors in the sky, and the earth will not disappear and will not grow old. It has been carefully rummaged through several generations. Our names have finally been forgotten by ruthless years. People try to measure the infinite land under their feet with their own wisdom, but they don't know that the land with names is infinite. People in this world, no matter who live on ants, working-class people or even dignitaries, hope that future generations will remember him and specially order him to erect a monument with profound fonts. How many changes in the ruling and opposition parties, no matter how hard and finely crafted stones and luxurious funerals are, will eventually be eroded and turned into nothingness in the endless wasteland of time.
Soft land, without the hardness of stone, without the dignity of reef. The plow that crossed its body has rusted and rotted; The people who stepped on his head, the livestock died and buried in batches, and the migratory birds that flew over his mind passed away, but he always looked at this vicissitudes calmly like a sculpture.
My grandfather was buried in that land, and so was my grandfather's grandfather. In their fireworks life, their life turned into a flash in the pan of dust. Hundreds of years have passed, and no one remembers their names, including me. These names are indifferent. He holds up the history of a village and continues his endless life with his own mentality of bearing everything. The land left on our soul map will never die. His name is always like a cup of old wine, which intoxicates my heart, smells it and makes my heart green. Land is the most peaceful crossing of impetuous mind.
A person who forgets the land, no matter how brilliant and powerful, will also fail. Land is the root of everyone's breath, and the land feeds this nation affectionately.
In the past, I had an unforgettable hatred for the land. I'm tired of following my father, bowing my head and enduring my grandson's baking, weeding and plowing. Like a calf, I was put on a shaft and plunged into a huge green tent for fertilization. Skin scratched by corn leaves is burned by sweat and sunlight. I have cursed this land more than once, because I am a descendant of farmers. I thought, don't I live on land all my life? In the repetition of sunrise and sunset, drown my dream of flying outside the mountain? !
But when I grew up and became a mother, I experienced many earthly joys and sorrows. Empathy, from the perspective of parents, I finally understand that their love for the land has the same worship and piety as the Buddha. Because land is the mineral deposit where our lives exist. No one can refuse to chew food with a living mouth. I also know why the buttonwood transplanted on the reinforced concrete floor in the city lost its vitality. Every creature that leaves the land is like a fish that leaves the water. No species on the earth can leave the land.
In the countryside, any land has a name. I love this land. This is not only my hometown where I was born and raised, but also the dull love he gave me. The person who has spent my life in a bowl with me will always be my land.
The west wind tightened, and the man riding Haiyan's bicycle gently stabbed into the yard and called my mother, who was carrying a bag of vegetables and opening it on the table. Huang Chengcheng is still steaming bean buns, vegetable cakes and dried sweet potatoes. My mother sat by the fire and told me a lot about which property these small red beans, green radishes and green onions belong to. Mother's face is full of happy sunshine, which is my favorite scenery in winter.