In my memory, my mother was always stubborn, and my father and I had to implement whatever she recognized. My father was open-minded, and whenever my mother pushed forward something and caused me to be dissatisfied, my father would enlighten me and explain my mother's intentions so that I could understand that there was passionate love behind the surface.
When I was a child, my health was poor, my father traveled a lot, and my mother took care of me most of my illnesses. When the flu struck, I couldn't bear my mother's "sweat therapy" after a long illness, so I quietly kicked off the quilt one night to cool off, but my body temperature rose that night.
The mother was frightened and hurriedly shuttled through the cramped room, taking her temperature, applying towels, and wiping alcohol...... I was tired and sweaty, but it didn't bring my body temperature down.
In the middle of the night, my anxious mother, unwilling to wait, decisively picked me up and rushed to the emergency room of the hospital. After the fever was injected and her temperature subsided, she relaxed after several days of tension and fell asleep beside my bedside.
After entering the third year of high school, my mother couldn't get up at six o'clock to make breakfast for me, and in the evening she grabbed my report card to study it repeatedly, and secretly inspected many tutoring institutions, and I was very busy, but I didn't have a "cold" at all, and felt that it was "a waste of money and labor".
In the next semester, I realized that my grades were far from my dream military school admissions score, and I was a little panicked and offered to sign up for a class.
My mother was surprised by my sudden "enlightenment", and then she became delighted, and hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets to find the contact information of her long-cherished tutoring agency, and quickly finalized the make-up plan.
Later, I learned from my father that the agency charged a lot of money, and he once persuaded my mother to give up, but my stubborn mother disagreed and sold the gold earrings from the wedding as expenses.
grabbed the tail of hard work, but failed to win the favor of luck.
After the college entrance examination results were released, my score was far from going to military school. When I was depressed by the shattering of my military dream, my mother took out her "Plan B" as if by magic, which was to apply for a local university to train sergeants, thus illuminating the direction of my progress.
At the end of the freshman year, the school asked the students not to go home for the summer training, and my mother bought tickets for herself and my father, which was called "travel", but she actually came to see me.
At noon on the day I arrived, my mother hastily picked up a few mouthfuls of food, and then dragged my father to stand far away on the edge of my training ground. My father wanted to greet me, but my mother glared, and my father understood and stepped back with his feet.
At dinner, I welcomed my parents into the campus cafeteria to eat together, my mother stuffed a cloth bag into my arms, opened it and saw that it was dried herbs such as notoginseng, wolfberry, astragalus, etc., and the lids of various bottles and cans were tightened, as if only in this way would the full love not overflow.
"Mom, I don't need this as a big man." I say.
"These things are all blood-invigorating and blood stasis, you must be able to use them, take them." Mother said.
For a long time, the stubborn image of my mother has been deeply rooted in my mind, and although there have been few opportunities to go home over the years, I still feel that my mother has endless strength and an unbreakable waist. It wasn't until September last year that I suddenly realized that my mother was old!
At that time, I had a month-long vacation to plan for my wedding. As soon as I stepped out of the platform in my hometown, my eyes were inserted into the bustling crowd of people, looking for my mother.
At this moment, a familiar cloth shirt came into view, the woman under the cloth shirt was rickety, her hair was gray, and the wrinkles against the corners of her eyes were coiled on the side of her cheekbones, making her face tired and haggard...... Is it a mother? Why am I afraid to confirm?
Walking forward, the outline gradually became clear, I recognized the figure who sent me to the hospital as a child, hoped that I would succeed in high school, and felt sorry for my training in college, and I hurriedly ran over and hugged my mother...... Standing side by side with my mother, my father joked that I had grown taller and much better than my mother.
Hearing this, my mother's eyes were full of joy and she reached out and patted me on the back, not as if she didn't realize that she had become shorter.
When I returned to the old house, my father turned her back and whispered to me that not long ago, my mother accidentally sprained her waist while taking a quilt to prepare for my wedding. My father advised her to take a break, but my mother came up again with great strength and insisted on finishing it before I went home, which delayed the recovery of her back injury, which made her a little hunchbacked.
"Come, look at the guy you married your daughter-in-law......" The mother came with her back hunched over the quilt.
In a trance, tears blurred my vision, it turned out that my mother had never changed, and her sincere and passionate love was still so stubborn.
Author: Du Jiaru
Announcer: Zhang Yuming
Source: Rocket Soldier Daily