Memory of the mother

In the 1970s and 1980s, we had four brothers and sisters, two parents earned work, and six people ate, so every year we were food-deficient households, and life was very hard.

Sorghum, semolina, sweet potatoes, lobbs, pumpkins, and greens are often staple foods. My brother and I can eat when we are hungry, and the two younger brothers can't eat and often secretly throw it away. Sometimes I see it, and they have to count down one by one. My family ate poorly, but always dressed clean. The house was neatly packed.

At that time, the cotton cloth was not wearable, the knees and stomach were always broken, and the mother sewed it very smoothly. The clothes were so torn that they could not be worn or thrown away, and they had to be kept to make shoes. Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night to find my mother still sitting at the head of the bed with the soles of her shoes. There were no electric lights, and the dim diesel lights smoked all night long and the nose was full of black ash. Kerosene is smokeless but scarce and not easy to buy. Such a light is too much to see, resulting in bad eyes, and later we have to help thread needles when doing needlework.

Then later we were a little older, brother and I boarded at the school. Mother began to marinate salt dishes in large vats, and the two of us brought four canned bottles a week. At that time, we did not study very well, and four of us did not enter high school. Failed our mother's efforts for us.

Before high school, she had to go home to farm, and my mother ran around begging someone else to help my brother find a job outside. At that time, there were few opportunities for outside work, and the mother never wanted to bow to others, but she opened up for the sake of her children.

Help brother to find a temporary worker in Wuhan Rolling Mill, at that time to Wuhan only 6:30 a car, no clock can only arrive early can not be late. The mother always listened to the chicken three times and got up to cook, and when the meal was cooked, she called my brother to get up and eat, and then walked five miles with the nest luggage to the station. Because it was not yet dawn after sending him back to the car, under normal circumstances, he also asked me to come back and be a companion. Later, I also went out to work, and my mother also operated the same operation, until more than ten years after the reform and opening up, there were more cars, and I did not get up in the middle of the night to send us to the car.

There are so many memories of my mother that I'm only writing about one or two here

Because when I was young, I did farm work during the day and did housework at night, and I also had to worry about food and clothing. Overwork led to my mother's poor health at the age of fifty, and she often fell ill. And we were busy with our own families, and we didn't have much time to take care of our mother. Even the daughters-in-law and grandchildren were a little tired of her nagging. I don't care about others, I should reflect on myself. From now on, I want to set an example and honor my mother so that her old man will not be so cold. I feel that life is too worthless.