On the third day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar in 2017, my mother left us forever due to ineffective medical treatment. I was very sad, dazed and overwhelmed, fortunately, the leaders of the unit attached great importance to it, they were anxious about what I was anxious about, thinking about what I thought, personally planning and guiding on the spot after work, coupled with the help of colleagues and relatives and friends, so that the funeral of my mother was handled very smoothly. Our whole family is very grateful for everyone's selfless efforts, and I think my mother will also smile and thank everyone for their help.
Born in a poor peasant family in the mountains, her mother was industrious, kind, hard-working, and helpful throughout her life. Because my father worked outside, the transportation and communication at that time were inconvenient, and I rarely went home, and the burden of the family was all on my mother, who went through all the hardships to pull up the three of us sisters, and over the years helped us raise the next generation one by one.
For as long as I can remember, my mother always got up at dawn, and the first thing she did was to go to the spring next door to the commune a few miles away to fetch water, and then go to work with the members. Because the three babies are small, only the mother is on the job, hard work for a year, the waist is tired, or can not earn much work, the grain distributed is very small, the whole family is always not enough to eat, the mother will borrow from the east and west, take us to dig up medicinal herbs, pick up wild vegetables, there is really no way, just take the teenage brothers to go to the grandmother's house in the mountains more than thirty miles away to ask for some noodles, the same day have to rush back, because the eight-year-old sister can not walk, put at home to guard the door!
The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer's body is clothed. It took our mother's hard work to finally make us grow up and all work. Later, in the countryside, there was only my mother's land, and most of the rice and noodles in the family were bought, but nevertheless, every time I came home, my mother still had to buy rice, noodles, and oil and let me take them away. As the children grew older, my parents grew older, and many years ago I was ready to take two elderly people to the city to enjoy their happiness, but the old people were accustomed to living in the countryside and did not want to come. Two years ago, because my father was ill and my mother could not take care of her alone, I took the two old men to the city.
Twenty-nine years of the first month of 17 years, 76-year-old mother suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, during the hospitalization, she always thought about others, worried about whether my old father who was sick at home had eaten well, afraid of serving her to delay our work, afraid that the granddaughter who went to college knew that the disease would affect her studies, but never thought about her own condition. For more than a month before her death, my mother could no longer swallow solid things, and could only feed some boiling water and milk powder. Every time I helped her turn over and look at her in pain, I asked if it hurt, and she always said no. Later, my sister came to see her, and when she turned over, she cried out in pain, and my sister asked: Didn't my brother say it didn't hurt? Mother replied, I see that your brother is serving very hard every day, I can't bear to say that it hurts, at that moment, our tears came out of our eyes!
Whoever says anything will be rewarded with three chunhui. My mother had never read a book, but she did a good job in caring for the elderly and caring for her children and grandchildren. My son was a soldier outside, and he couldn't do filial piety to the elderly in front of the bed, so he often greeted him on the phone and sent some medicines from time to time. Daughter works in the urban area, since she was raised by the elderly, every day when she arrives at home, she will bring soup and water to the elderly, wash her hair and massage, tell stories to the elderly, and make the elderly happy. To tell you the truth, in terms of filial piety, daughters do much better than our so-called sons and daughters.
The love of the mother is unforgettable; the road of filial piety is not easy; fortunate to have an old father, cherish it. The course of my heart in the past few years has made me realize that I have an unkind heart and are helpless in feng shui; it is useless to be filial to my parents and worship God. As the saying goes, if you filial piety to your parents at home, why burn incense far away, your parents are the gods in the hearts of your children.
Sons and daughters of the world, filial piety really must be done early, whether you are a teenager or an adult; whether your living environment is rich or poor; no matter how busy your work is; even if you are still struggling for your ideal cause, or running for your livelihood, nothing can be our reason for the word "filial piety", and no explanation is pale.
Rest in peace, Mother, may you go all the way!
There is a yuan
June 23, 2017
【One-year festival】
Last year today in this door,
Mother drove the crane back to Wonderland.
There is no mother-in-law looking forward to it,
Tears looked at Gao Tang one less person.
A few bouquets of flowers for the grave offering,
Yin Rongduo had been looking for it in his dreams.
Feelings cut long memories,
Green grass shade accompanies mother's sleep.
June 16, 2018 lunar month 3rd of the lunar calendar)

【Three-year festival】
Three years of looking back on the dream is still new,
Sacrifice to the mother during the Dragon Boat Festival.
Idle to listen to the rain knocking on the window,
Who picks up the lights to mend clothes at night.
A model of hard work and family tradition,
Be kind and give to your children and grandchildren.
Determined to come to kaihou,
Establish a family to repay the mother's kindness.
June 23, 2020 (First 3 May)