Chapter 4 2004/11/23

Brother is coming soon. We often chat about my mother on the car going from south to north. We have always been very grateful that we did not disappoint our mother. We are very aware of the pride of being a mother, and we must have our own brilliance.My brother said that my achievements came first. My mother is always happy to tell others that I have published a book. It is said that I am very popular on the Internet. on the shelf. I always look forward to some popular literature awards waiting for me in the future, and thank my mother when I stand on the stage and give a speech. Mom often said that my literary essence came from Dad, and then mentioned the love letters Dad wrote to her before.It’s true to say that when I was young, the three brothers had to obediently draw up a draft of the composition homework in the diary every weekend when they were young, and hand it to Dad for review, and then they were allowed to post it in the diary after repeated revisions.If Dad is busy and there are fewer sentences to correct, we will be in a mess.

But after repeated revisions, even if you make up a thousand sentences, you will not be able to form a good article. During the summer vacation at the end of the fourth grade in elementary school, my mother suddenly had the idea of ​​letting our brothers go to the Mandarin Daily to study composition, so she took a bicycle and took us to the Mandarin Daily to sign up for "composition supplementation".There, every time I had to complete an article before I could leave, so there was no situation where anyone only counted after finishing the revision, so I wrote to my heart's content, seriously, and wrote with great interest.

We have to be serious, and we have to have fun, because my mother almost squeezed every effort to find a way to make us full of talents. But at the time, I was quite astonished. Although I was young, I already vaguely knew the debt situation of the family. My mother worked hard to raise money so that all three of us could study English. Now that there are more essays, I feel astonished and guilty.Every time the teacher handed me a kraft paper bag and asked me to take it home to pack the tuition fees, the numbers on it made me feel very guilty. The thought of my mother never frowning on the cost of education makes my nose sore.

At the beginning of the fourth grade of elementary school, during the three years of "Teacher Ding's American English" class, my mother would buy blank tapes for us to record, so that we could review at home.Sometimes my mother will listen to us leisurely. If she hears us making noise or joking in class, my mother’s face will darken, forcing us to admit our mistakes to the teacher and apologize to the teacher next time. The teacher confirms.I think this somewhat suppresses a person's ability to be funny, but which parent would want their children to exercise their ability to be funny when they should be learning English?

Back to composition class.Going off topic and then backing back shamelessly is my forte. I know very well that under my father's strict guidance, my essays are outstanding among my peers, but the school's subject grades are mediocre. When encountering essay competitions, the teacher always calls the top three "good students" to take on important tasks. I have no chance and no A special motive justifies itself as a second specialty besides drawing.Studying writing in the Mandarin Daily, I have no impression of what I learned, but I just started to write.Every time the papers were sent back, the scores were very high, and the comments were also good, so the teacher recommended me to take the composition test class.I don’t know if I’m gifted or not, but I just passed the exam with such good looks, and I took another two years of so-called gifted and gifted composition classes.

After entering junior high school, I not only knew how to write, but also had a nonsensical sense of humor. Every time I scribbled a weekly diary, I circulated it in the class.As long as the topics of the composition class were set a little loosely, I started to write novels on the topic.When I was in high school, the level of nonsense in the weekly diary was completely out of line. It had been passed on to the next door for reading, and it would not return to me until Friday.Then I worked as the head of the academic department for six years, and did six classroom layouts from Junior One to Senior Three.damn it.

My mother was very proud, and began to adapt to my "funny/big and big" personality, and often moved my confused personality around in front of relatives.For the fact that I decided to write novels full-time later, she also gave me a lot of respect, and she didn't always use secular career views to belittle me, reversely motivate me, or worry too much.Although my personality is full of too many flaws. Two years ago, I won the Changhua County Sulfur Creek Literature Award for the first time I contributed a novel, and I won it again the following year.Mom was very happy and read the novel carefully.My mother is always like this, no matter how strange the subject I write, she will wear reading glasses, and slowly flip through it thoughtfully, at a very laborious speed.

"I like to wait for coffee by myself the most, because the main character in it is you, Tiantian!" Mom said. That story was the one my mother read the fastest and liked the most. "The main character waiting for someone's coffee... is a girl." I was stunned. But think about it too. Only my mother ever said that to me.When no one finds out. "Mom, I will never forget the day you sent me to the Mandarin Daily, you were wearing a hat and holding a bicycle." I said, more than once. Every time a physical book is published, every time an award is won, I will say it again.

What directors come to me to write scripts, what producers come to me to cooperate, many publishing houses in mainland China come to invite books, make dolls for characters in novels, where they are invited to give speeches, etc., I will tell my mother with a super stinky expression , and then appreciate the way my mother is happy for me. Because Mom is the only person in the world who doesn't feel envious or jealous of my passionate achievements.I want Mom to know deeply about the wonderful connection between her son and her. The three elements of a writer.Emotion, inspiration, and motivation.

In my life, the love that my mother poured into me has all three. It is eleven twenty-four in the evening, and the chemotherapy dose is 321.Mom told me to record the remaining amount of medicine and her physical condition at each time point in detail, so as to help the doctor judge. The family is very worried about the loneliness that my mother will endure alone when she is not moved to the isolation ward in the future to avoid being infected.My brother and my father were very reluctant to part with my mother, but I was very panicked. "Mom, let me start with the words first. I am the weakest one in the family, so you must be strong and encourage me." I said confusedly: "What I am most worried about is not that you will be lonely in the isolation ward, but that you will be lonely in the isolation ward. I don't see Mom being lonely."

Mom fell asleep again.Still a weird pose.No one can learn it. except me.