Hello everyone! What I want to share with you today is my personal experience, title: Mom and Me.
My mother's surname is Shi, the four sisters are the second, born about 1922, the school age received education in Manchukuo at that time, and graduated from the Provincial Bayan National High School (founded in 1941, referred to as Bayan Women's National High School) (the first batch of girls' special schools in Heilongjiang at that time, it is said to be equivalent to the current high school). If you look at my grandfather's (Shi Yunpeng)'s academic qualifications and social status, my mother should be regarded as between everyone's boudoir and small family jasper. Soon after marrying into our family, they were restored, the Japanese surrendered, and then the land reform began, and as a well-known local landlord and business operator, our family (grandparents and others) was swept out of the house (grandpa and others) were retained as citizens because of the accumulation of virtue and good deeds such as running morality clubs, but the family property was gone. Mom and Dad also left the wealthy family and began an independent and hard life. Fortunately, they are still literate, and for decades they have been teachers in the countryside and towns, and they can also make a living.
My mother was 38 years old when I was born and was an elementary school teacher. I have three older sisters above me, and I am the eldest son of the living, so my mother loves me very much. For example, my brother and I (three years younger than me) sometimes have conflicts, and then my father will teach me, in fact, every time my father thunders, my mother stands up to block, I run away, find grandparents to do things, which is almost a fixed template in my childhood life. In retrospect, I basically didn't suffer from my father's flesh and skin, which came from my mother's protection.
And then I grew up day by day. When I was 16 years old, when I graduated from high school, I began to go to the countryside according to the regulations (going to the mountains and going to the countryside), and my mother prepared me a thick futon and daily necessities. My mother was a little reluctant to leave, and I proudly said to my mother: You can rest assured, in a few years, I will build a house in the countryside and marry a daughter-in-law to pick you up. I remember my mother smiling and saying nothing, just looking at me.
After going to the countryside for more than a month, I missed home (26 miles away). The production team arranged for me to go to town with a carriage to run errands, and at noon I took the owner home for dinner. That day, my mother prepared a leek box, one pot after another to the table, before my father, sister and brother went home for lunch, I ate three pots with the car owner, all of which were eaten, and my mother smiled and said: I'm sorry, that's all. If you don't have enough, drink some porridge. In fact, we ate the whole family's lunch.
In the second year of going to the countryside (1977), I joined the agricultural construction camp organized by the people's commune (young and strong laborers were drawn from various villages), built water conservancy (that is, built a dam by the river and channeled the water of the Songhua River to the farmland through the pumping machine), and the daily task was to complete the 1.5 cubic meters of earthwork transportation, that is, to pick up the soil basket, with a distance of about 50 meters. The construction site is on the edge of our hometown town, so we can go home to eat and live every day. Something happened on the day of July 12, and the whole town was in a sensation. It turned out that when we were working, two young women went to the water's edge to wash themselves and accidentally fell into the Songhua River, and I and the battalion commander of the agricultural construction camp at that time (the two of us could swim, and we had also tried it the day before. At the same time, I dived into the water to rescue, and as a result, the 22-year-old young woman I was in charge of, who was farther away from the shore, was rescued and lived, while the young woman in charge of the camp chief was not rescued and drowned. I came home as usual after work that day and found that my mother had made dumplings that I liked to eat. I asked my mother with pride: Do you know what happened? Mom said: I heard about it. I asked my mother: Aren't you worried about me? Mom said: I didn't worry much. At that time, your father also saved people from the Songhua River. Later, although I was not praised for saving people with great fanfare (unfortunately, the commander did not succeed in saving people, it was not easy to speak out), but I was still taken care of. One is to get rid of manual labor, referred to as "off-the-job", no longer bear the burden of accumulating earthwork on the soil, and become a company "song teacher"; the other is that at the end of the year, under the reminder of the uncle of the farmer with a heart, he went to the Agricultural Construction and Camp Department to win full attendance, that is, to calculate the work every day of the year. You know, the village where I went to the countryside was a work account for one yuan, so at the end of the year, I handed over 360 yuan to my mother, and my mother said to everyone: My son has earned money.
A year later, in May 1978, my mother retired early as a matter of policy in order to get me to take over. There are two options for succession, one is to be a worker and the other is to be a teacher. Mom and Dad both thought it was better to be a teacher. I said I didn't have any culture. Mom said: Teaching is mutually exclusive.
Three years after I took over my mother's class, I dared to apply for college because of my teaching skills. In the revision stage of my college entrance examination, my mother suffered from lung cancer and was hospitalized at Harbin Medical University, I went to the hospital to see her once, when my mother was very upset, and sentenced two people. In fact, as early as the Spring Festival of that year, my mother already had signs of illness. I remember that day my mother was busy with the New Year dinner, sitting on the fire and saying to me: Give me a back beating, why is it so sour. Later, when my mother returned home from Harbin Medical University, she actually gave up treatment. Every day I came out early and returned home late, to work and work and review homework, my mother was sitting or lying on the kang, silently watching me. At that time, there were preliminary examinations and unified examinations for the university, both of which were conducted in the county seat. At the end of the two-day preliminary test in mid-May, it was an afternoon, and the daily shuttle bus from the county town to my house had passed, and I stood restlessly at the intersection leading to my house, hoping that a motor vehicle would pass. With the help of my classmates, I really waited for one, but I couldn't go directly to my house, and I still needed to walk 18 miles. No problem, I didn't even think about it and got in the car. When I got home in the evening, I said to my mother: I did well in the test. Mom laughed. Motioned for me to sit next to her. Mom couldn't sit on her own anymore, so I leaned on her back and excitedly talked about my exams. I slept very hard this night, and at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, I heard my eldest sister, who had been nursing my mother at home, shouting to me: Hurry up! Get up! Mom can't do it!
So my mother left, and she was only 59 years old. In her life, she had a happy and carefree childhood and youth, and also experienced the bleak depression and life troubles under the political shadow of that special era.
Later, I took the national examination and also went to college. I remember that on the first anniversary of my mother's death, my family wrote to ask if I was studying at the university and went home to worship, but I did not reply. But on the day of the festival, I stood silently for a long time in the woods on the edge of the school...
With the change of the times, the mother who retired in her later years still managed the same housework every day, and while becoming older and older, she still got a lot of spiritual release. For example, she could talk with her father about the events of that year (before the founding of the People's Republic of China), including the things of her grandfather who had been secretive (my grandfather was a Kuomintang), and when she learned that I was going to take foreign language training, she also spoke Japanese with her father. I believe that their Japanese level will be very good, but it is their child skills. Because in Manchukuo at that time, Japanese was not only compulsory, but also taught by the Japanese themselves. Occasionally, I would hear my mother humming in a low voice, and the song I remembered before was "Su Wu Mu Yang", but during that time, maybe it was the reason for the end of the Cultural Revolution, maybe I was older, and the songs I remembered my mother sang had also changed. I remember the lyrics of the song at that time: The red candle will be broken, the cup of wine has dried, and it is relatively wordless. A few years ago, with the help of the Internet, I found the song that my mother sang but I could not remember the whole word, and now I put it behind this short article to entertain your beloved relatives and friends, and I can once again remember my mother's voice. (It is said that this is a song composed by two Tohoku youths in the 1930s and 1940s using Japanese tunes when they parted from Jinzhou, and it is very popular among the exiled Kannai youth, and I don't know how my mother in Manchukuo learned this song.)
Farewell (version one)
The red candle will be broken, the glass of wine will dry,
Relatively speechless.
Xunyang was drunk, who knew the long night and how long it was.
One night, tomorrow is the end of the world.
Even if you don't always have to say goodbye, don't know who will come back to see the period.
Guan Shan is far away, and the souls and dreams are intertwined,
It is difficult to fly without wings.
Looking at the clouds and the sky, I miss the old man with tears.
Advise the king to give more encouragement, and may the king always be happy.
As long as the heart will always remember,
What if they are separated from each other?
Like a moth loves fire, like a firefly loves a night,
My generation loves hard to love.
The wind and sand were not afraid, and they stood up and walked forward.
Wipe away the tears on your cheeks and take off your embroidered shirt.
Greenhouses are not our home,
Want the wind and sand in the sky.
Love is as long as glue, as lacquer,
Children are long and long,
The boy aspires to borrow the sorrow of the youth,
This evening I will part ways with the King, and tomorrow I will return to my hometown,
Heaven does not live up to many couples,
Affectionate honey will last forever...
Here is the Tianshuang Story Collection, I am the Teacher of Tianshuang, thank you for sharing, goodbye.