During the three years when Mom and Dad came to the city, a family of five people could only squeeze into a small house of 80 square meters. Although the space is a little small, I have a home atmosphere because of my mother's existence and her silent efforts. My mother often tells me, "It's okay to have a smaller house, but people should be broad-minded and have a harmonious neighborhood." Before, I didn't know my neighbors. In my wife's opinion, everyone goes to work during the day and comes home from work. There is really no need to know our neighbors at ordinary times, but my mother doesn't think so. On one occasion, an old man next door was injured in the leg for some reason and walked back and forth in front of the door with crutches. His mother saw it and discussed with his father to buy some gifts as a greeting. That night, mom and dad knocked on the neighbor's door and brought fruit and eggs to the old man. Since then, my unfamiliar neighbor has become good friends, and his business son occasionally visits my house. My mother really helped me open the door of my neighbor's house because in her inherent thinking, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.
On another occasion, my mother asked me to donate more money when I learned that the unit was carrying out fund-raising activities for seriously ill veteran cadres. Because I am a colleague who doesn't often come and go, I want to express it symbolically, but my mother strongly disagrees. She said: "In life, there are always times when you don't care. Now you help others more. People will take the initiative to help you when you have something to do. Being together is fate. We can help when we meet. " I listened to my mother.
My mother's profound human feelings are the habits she developed when she lived in the countryside. For me, my mother is as kind, upright, kind, calm and cowardly as the Buddha, and has always guarded my progress-old and young, and I have won the treasure.
I remember that at 2: 30 in the morning, I was suddenly woken up by the police 1 10: "I just got a high-speed alarm. Half an hour ago, a traffic accident occurred in the Tanshao section of the Shanghai-Kunming Expressway, which has caused at least 6 deaths. " Years of information work experience tells me that this is an emergency, and I need to rush to the office to sort out the information and report it to the leader. I jumped out of bed, quickly put on my raincoat and ran out. Because it was raining cats and dogs, my home was ten kilometers away from my work, and I didn't have a car. After waiting for more than ten minutes, I didn't see a taxi passing by. Finally, I had to knock on my business neighbor's door and borrow his car. At that time, because the information was submitted in time, it won the initiative to solve the problem properly and was rewarded by the provincial information office. The first time I knocked on my neighbor's door, it was because of my mother, because of the phrase "a distant relative is better than a close neighbor" and because of that loving visit. I know that winning the prize is entirely due to my mother's simple and true philosophy of life.
Because of the particularity of information work, my wife and I discussed that the company car will be changed soon, and it is time to buy a car instead of walking. The wife didn't care, but the mother saw it in her eyes and kept it in her heart. In the evening, she took out a passbook from the closet and handed it to me. She said, "There are still 50,000 yuan in this passbook. If you chip in again, you can buy a car. It is convenient to go to work in the future, and you don't have to bother others anymore. " My heart suddenly palpitations, my mother "armed" me, not to show off, but to facilitate my son's work. Over the years, my mother has saved all the pocket money her children gave her on holidays, plus the hard-earned money earned by farming year after year, all of which are accumulated in this heavy passbook. On the day I bought a car, I took out the money and my heart ached.
The ninth day of the first month of this year is my mother's seventieth birthday. During the Spring Festival holiday, our family of four went back to their hometown in Changning, planning how to organize this ancient and rare birthday party for our mother. According to rural customs, it is filial piety for the younger generation to hold a birthday banquet for their elders, which is a major event at home. Besides family members, some relatives, friends and neighbors will be invited to celebrate mother's birthday. The banquet should be grand, festive and lively. When we asked our mother's advice, she strongly opposed us: "You should abide by the party's discipline and don't spoil good deeds. Everyone has a birthday, so it is ok for our family to get together. Why bother our relatives and friends! " We can't beat our mother. On the birthday, we didn't invite friends, and there was no ostentation and extravagance. Our children and grandchildren spent her seventieth birthday quietly at home with her.
On mother's birthday, the sun was shining, and children and grandchildren saw the sunrise rising slowly and the sunset ending successfully. On that day, my mother became thinner and thinner in the sun, and her slightly bent back was reduced by a few centimeters compared with earlier years. There are still some black hair growing tenaciously in the silver hair, but her face is still bright and clean. Some people say that mothers are blessed, while others say that mothers are not. Ordinary as dirt, my mother watched all the vicissitudes of life and continued to radiate that little light and heat.
My mother has no knowledge of heaven and earth, no ambition, no money or property. Her greatest wealth is that she has accumulated all the wisdom for us, leaving a simple character of diligence and kindness, a generous way of dealing with others, and a good family style.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? How can such a mother not be blessed?