Chapter 40 send little readers

Dear children: I saw the new moon last night, but when I woke up this morning, it was a cloudy sky again!The empty mountain was quiet, I built a pot of charcoal fire, closed the door of the fast, and offered a branch of wintersweet, a stick of famous incense, and a bowl of green tea on the table in front of the window. . Today is Laba in the lunar calendar. It used to be the day when my mother remembered her mother, but now it is my turn. It has been thirteen years since my mother passed away. Every year on this day, I always go out to entertain myself, not daring to let my sorrow run wild.

Today, I have to rely on "coldness" and "quietness" to carefully remember my beloved mother. In the past thirteen years, my mother's voice has gradually faded away. I seem to be walking down the mountain slowly from the highest peak, but every time I stop and look back, I only feel that the mountain is getting taller and quieter. I know that I am farther away from the mountain. , and this mountain peak will grow infinitely higher. The turbulent sorrow gradually calmed down. Over the past ten years, I have been involved in the world and read more people. I deeply feel that I love her not only because she is my mother, but because she is the one I have met in my life. Excellent personality.

She has been sick all her life, and her physical illness has never affected her spiritual health.She is very quiet all her life, and she is often the initiator of all the laughter and excitement around her. She never went to a private school or school, but she can appreciate old literature and accept new ideas. She has never had any extra property in her life, and she can help people in need.She was a pampered and spoiled only daughter at home, but after marriage, in a big family of thirty or forty people, she could respect her superiors and be respected and loved by everyone.In terms of family arrangement, she likes to be neat and exquisite, but the exquisiteness does not show extravagance.In terms of her family's clothes, she likes to be plain and simple, but the simplicity does not appear shabby.She has never spoken harshly to her children and servants, and the whole family respects her words.She lived among us all her life, just like what my father said, "the breeze sits in the seat, the moon is in the head", what a cultivated and tolerant personality!

For more than ten years, my mother has lived in our memory forever.When our family is reunited, or when we are together in twos and threes, there is often a moment when everyone is suddenly silent. Although no one says anything, we know each other. In this moment of silence, we are all thinking about our mother. We think of her when we enjoy a good landscape, we think of her when we read a good book, we think of her when we hear a good conversation, and we think of her when we see a beautiful person—if my mother is still alive, she will be with us Appreciate together, I wonder what kind of wonderful comments she will make?How to make a precise criticism?We not only think of her when we are happy, but also think of her when we are sad. We cherish her body. We have escaped since the Anti-Japanese War and escaped the police. We all think that if the mother is still there, her fragile body will never be able to bear such a burden. Running around and panicking, she thanked God for her untimely death.But we also thought about how enthusiastic and excited she would be, how much encouragement and comfort she would give us if my mother was still alive—but all of this is out of the question now.

In my life, my mother is the one who encourages me most with spirit. In my life as a "teacher", "housewife" and "mother" for more than ten years, I often use my spirit to comfort others.And when I am tired, irritable, and depressed, I will feel boundless confusion and emptiness in my heart!I thought: If my mother is still here, even if I don’t say a word, as long as I can lean on her side, lean on her shoulders, close my eyes and rest in her gentle touch, I will be able to gain a lot. I can have the courage and energy to deal with everything again, but: this emptiness in the past thirteen years has never been filled. Sorrow, the sorrow of losing my mother!

A plum blossom fell silently on the table.The fragrance is gone, the tea is cold!The charcoal fire was also burned to ashes, I just felt my heart tremble, I stood up and looked out the window, I was confused, the fog was even bigger!Fog spots condense on the pine branches.There are thousands of pine trees, thousands of pine needles, and thousands of crystal teardrops... Forgive me for not writing down, ——children with mothers, may you live in the kindness of your mother forever.Children without a mother, may your mother's beauty live in your personality forever! Your friend Bing Xin January 3, 1943, Geleshan.