Chapter 3 my mother

Every day at dawn, my mother would wake me up and tell me to put on my clothes and sit up.I never knew how long she had been sitting awake and sitting there. Seeing that I was awake, she told me what I did wrong or said wrong yesterday, asking me to admit my mistakes, and asking me to study hard. Talking about her father's various advantages, she said: "You always have to follow in the footsteps of your father. I only know this perfect person in my life. You have to learn from him and don't fall into his stock." ) When she talked about her sadness, she often shed tears. It was not until dawn that she put my clothes on and urged me to go to early school.The key on the door of the school is in the master's house; I went to the door of the school to have a look first, then ran to the house of the master to knock on the door.Someone at Mr.'s house handed out the key through the crack of the door. I took it and ran back, opened the door, and sat down to study. Out of ten days, I was always the first to open the school door on eight or nine days.When my husband came, I recited my raw books before going home to have breakfast.

My mother has the strictest control over me. She is a loving mother who also serves as a strict father.But she never scolded me or hit me in front of others.I did something wrong, she only looked at me, and I was frightened when I saw her stern eyes, and she didn't teach me until the next morning when I woke up.The crime was serious, she closed the door when everyone was quiet, first scolded me, and then punished me, or punished me by kneeling, or twisting my flesh, no matter how severe the punishment, I would never be allowed to cry out, she taught me a lesson The son didn't use this to vent his anger and make others listen.

One evening in early autumn, I had dinner and played outside the door, wearing only a single vest. At this time, my mother’s sister, Aunt Yuying, was staying at my house. She was afraid that I would be cold, so she brought out a small shirt to call me. I put it on.I refused to wear it, she said: "Put it on, it's cold." I replied casually: "Mother (cold) what! I am not an old man." I just said this, when I looked up, I saw my mother from When I walked out of the house, I quickly put on my little shirt.But she had heard the frivolous words.After the night was quiet, she punished me to kneel down and punished me heavily.She said, "How proud you are of losing me! It's easy to talk about!" She sat and trembled angrily, and refused to allow me to go to bed.This is my strict teacher, my loving mother.My mother is the kindest and gentlest to others, and she never said a word that hurt people's feelings; but she is also very strong sometimes, and she is not subject to any personal insult.My fifth uncle is a vagrant with no job. One day he complained in the smoking den, saying that my mother asked someone to help with something at home, and there must be some benefit for him.

This sentence reached my mother's ears, and she burst into tears with anger. She invited several family members and called Uncle Wu, and she asked him face to face what benefit he had done to someone.She didn't stop until Uncle Wu confessed his mistakes in public and apologized.For nine years I lived under the teachings of my mother, and was greatly and deeply influenced by her.I left her when I was fourteen (actually, I was only twelve, two or three months old), and I have been alone in this vast sea of ​​people for more than twenty years, and no one has restrained me.If I have learned a little bit of good temper, if I have learned a little bit of kindness in dealing with people, if I can forgive people and be considerate of people——I have to thank my loving mother.