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At night, a glimmer of light shone through the window and
quietly sprinkled on the old drawer countertop. I curiously
walked to the window, opened the half-covered curtains, and
hung the moon at the top of the window. She was bright,
quiet and dazzling. Oh, what is the year and month of the
game! Is it a few days at home to let me forget that life
is moving forward, or is the leisure time in my hometown
eliminate the cumbersome impression? Maybe. Gently sitting
on the wooden bed that has been away for many years, a
slight sideways, it will ring the sound of oh, it is so far
and familiar. The small tea oil lamp on the side of the bed
is still there, but it is not used for many years. It is
like an immortal Buddha statue. It witnesses the mother who
sleeps at night before bed, and the cover is covered. Work
hard. Witness the whisper in my dreams. The body is covered
with cotton spinning prepared by my mother. It is thick and
warm. In the summer nights of the hometown, there is often
a mountain breeze, and it is a bit more cool. The mother
burned a bowl of sugar ginger and drank it and then lay
down. When the hour was cold, the mother was so cared for.
Now the mother is full of white hair and vicissitudes, her
back is also camel, and she is often dizzy. Looking at her
body after the illness, she walked out of the door, the
pace was so slow, the body was very thin, and the black
earthen cloth that was many years ago was not wrinkled, and
the mother was reluctant to change. The mother is old
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years, I feel very guilty and can't help but burst into
tears. Mother, she still treats me as a child. Padded with
the cottonseed pillow that she had made for me ten years
ago, I used to sleep peacefully, but it was difficult to
sleep night tonight, quietly. My thoughts returned to my
childhood and returned to the days of being insane and
uncontrollable behind my mother. Back to the frustration in
the lush years. Night, very quiet and quiet. Only dreams
and thoughts are walking. The one who walked on the country
road with her small bag alone was so carefree, pulling the
swaying sage of the roadside, and rolling it into a playful
look, smug. In the summer, the corn cobs in the fields are
always delicious food, and it is the happiest thing to have
a few sticks with the partners and get together to ignite
the fire to roast corn cobs. I always think of myself as a
flying, running all day in the wild, until the sunset, the
mother's shouts are still echoing in my ears, but the
innocent teenagers regard it as the wind. The vicissitudes
of life are running on that small path
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Until one day, the girl in the same class left me, and the
mother put down her life and pulled me back from their
house, and taught me a meal. I went to the school and
pleaded with the teacher. I watched my mother��s hard
work for my desperate sweat, and I was so flustered that I
finally softened my heart and cried. That alone love, let
me remember for many years; how many times of confession,
turned into sleepless sleep tonight. Suddenly I heard the
baby crying, crying louder and louder, hysterically
breaking through the night sky of the mountain village, and
then came the baby's mother's low embarrassment. Whose
children are repeating my yesterday, tormenting the mother
who worked hard for life during the day! He slammed my
heart, how many fathers and mothers had overwhelmed the
backbone of the mother in the age of hunger, the mother
shouldered the burden of the whole family, earned time in
the production team during the day, and returned with a
back The heavy firewood, the waist, while holding my one-
year-old sister. At that time, earning a job was more
labor-intensive. When the mother started work, the mother
took her sister out of her arms and placed her sister in a
shaded place under Tian Hao. The captain said that the
mother had inconvenience with the children, in order to
divide the work on the spot, and wait until others
completed the task. After that, the mother was still
running behind, but despite this, the production captain
gave less work than others, and the mother did not blame
anyone in front of us. Since we are still small, we will
not cook rice
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Boiled is a pot of yellow corn porridge mixed with a
wormwood and some raw salt of the same size as corn
granules. This is the dinner of our family. When the meal
was not enough, the production captain called work. In
those days, when I arrived in the dark, I went to the
village and looked forward to the mother returning to work,
but the mother had to come back very late. When the mother
came back and cooked the meal for us to eat, she was busy
feeding the pig and sewing. I have been unable to rest
until eleven o'clock in the evening. I can't eat enough,
and my mother is so hard to survive twenty spring and
autumn. Finally, on that day of the year, I vigorously put
on the sac, shouldered the responsibility, and embarked on
the road to the distance. My mother��s long-awaited eyes
have been with me all the time, but I have been unable to
cross the mother��s river. How much bitterness she has
washed away, how much effort has been injected into me. As
a result, I have long been worried about my own negligence.
How cruel, it took away the mother's beautiful years and
urged us to grow, but regardless of the hardships. The
knives of life have imprinted countless scars on the
mother's face, and are deeply engraved in my heart. The
marks of these years make people feel desolate and lonely.
And I also walked through youth without knowing it. I
couldn't stand the long night's torment, I got up and
walked to the balcony in front of the door, and the curved
moon was still moving through the clouds in the west. The
clouds in my hometown were white. It is wrapped in bright
moonlight, and the afterglow that still radiates is still
scattered in the fields of the mountains. Looking at it,
the silhouette of a mountain standing in the distance is
such a stalwart in the night. The plains of the plains are
like purple inks dotted in the pictures. They are set in
the gray field, and the other side of the field is another
village. At this time, the lights are faintly visible, and
there is some loneliness and doubt in the background of the
night! In fact, the night in my hometown is beautiful. The
scenery in my hometown is very beautiful. My mother is not
sick this time. How long will it take me to come back to
see her?
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