Yang Xia: My father and mother

In an instant, I missed my parents, maybe because of the Middle Yuan Festival. The voice and smile of the father and mother will never linger. Being together many times in my dreams, like something that just happened.

My father lived an ordinary and extraordinary life throughout his life, and experienced a process of great ups and downs. These are all created by the times. I am not in a position to comment.

Throughout her life, my mother followed my father sweet and sweet, bitter and bitter, and never complained. My mother was grumpy and disciplined our six children. Perhaps in response to the old saying, the head of the stick produces filial piety. For now, although the mother's method of education is cruel, it was a great skill to support the family in that era.

My father was also a grumpy man, but he rarely scolded me, and perhaps I had the least light. My father rarely lost his temper, and after retirement, he listened to the radio every day and did the trivial work of the family. Sometimes I felt that my mother was nagging and annoyed, so I started a wheat straw fire, quarreled with my mother, and then lost my temper in my mother's scolding. The war between the two of them, we as children can not comment, until now, I know that there are very few couples who do not quarrel. Unless it is a saint, maybe this is a bit too much, maybe the degree of education is different.

My father in my eyes is a very frugal person, for example, he rarely wears new clothes, his sisters buy him new clothes, he does not wear them, he says he can't wear them, his mother says very much, he barely puts them on, and then secretly dirtys the clothes deliberately, saying that only in this way can he wear them. When there was something delicious in the house, he took care of me first, and then he took care of his grandchildren, and we couldn't eat it, and he wouldn't eat it himself. For this reason, the mother often scolded the father, saying that the father did not show up and did not have any color. In fact, all the living expenses of the family depend on the father's monthly salary. Throughout his life, my father did not love to make friends, did not smoke or drink. He may look down on everything, maybe it is his nature as a person, but he loves to be lively and loves to celebrate. Every New Year's Holiday, he was happier than when we were children, and he made preparations early.

Mother is an optimistic person, what is difficult, when it comes to her, it is never a matter. When things come, she can resolve them one by one. Everything in the family is at the mercy of the mother, and the father admires the mother the most. Although my father could earn a salary, he rarely asked questions, he said that he could not manipulate things, and when he encountered things, he had a big head and simply did not ask.

In her old age, her mother suffered from Alzheimer's disease, which was unfair to her. Maybe a person's life is rarely perfect, she should not suffer from such a disease, but fate is not something she can arrange, and the mother in her old age is crazy and crazy every day, scolding and cursing, which is not something that drugs can suppress. Because I was trapped by life, I went to Xinjiang to work, and I failed to fulfill my filial piety in front of her, which is the regret of my life, and it is also my biggest filial piety, until she died, never in front of her. My mother left too suddenly, she fell ill in the morning, and left in the afternoon, so I rushed home and could only see my mother lying alone in the coffin. I was separated from my mother's yin and yang, and no matter how much I called her, she couldn't hear her. My sister told me that whenever my sister gave me good food, she walked around the village on crutches and called me to go home for dinner.

I can't write anymore, it's a tribute to my parents.