Written in the mother 's death

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Yan Lian-sheng

二 ○ 日九一○ 年一月十六 [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the eighty-year-old mother died of high spirit sticks adults.
waves to cry when the song Sanjiu wind, I heard the sound like a white ice Xuesu Xiao wailing, one after another pathetic keyed music ... ...
these, mother would not hear and see. Can hear and see and to always remember this sad day, she lived a lifetime of home and neighborhood, is leaving her footprints in the village and the figure and the yellow earth, that she go back and forth a million times through The path to the field ... ....
home said she did not marry a backbone kind of life can sustain family man. Stormy night, lightning, she obstinately Longqi a dike at the gate blocking the rolling flood walls to protect the green room of the home. Spring famine February and March, she tightened the rope around his waist, climbed the high tree, pull firewood, stroke Atriplex and do everything possible not to feed your family.
she had to climb Fangji 惊惊 unsteadily, and with the straw and the collapse of the vulnerability Wong interpolation. She has her own heavy bag hundred kilograms, the dried food to cleanse the south field. She went to town to sell sweet potatoes, dizziness, fainting hungry is not willing to eat sweet potatoes together. She has a large lug barrel, just before dawn from dusk to take the West Inoue stirred windlass reel, pick a load of a load back to the family and livestock water. As a woman when she was an adult in the family, such as beans, oil lamp endless starched to sew rags ... ...
to old age [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], her own on the sly like a corner Chen remove the beam from the old house. This beam is, she was supported by the whole body under the top of purlin rafters grass family, care for the survival of several generations of people up and down, until every trace of her rings in the wood fibers become Zaoxiu force had been exhausted, would also like to leave a clean, turned into a puff of smoke in the furnace.
neighbor said that she is the honorary flower girl get married the village's textile experts. Buzzing, buzzing sound of spinning wheel, I do not know how many cold summers and winters off the summer night; a click, a click sound of the looms, do not know how many month ushered in the dawn of day, she is like the sky of cotton spinning and continual rains in the clouds so much like her woven cloth to a steady stream of water flow into the river so long. Textile weaving ah ah, straight textiles to Huakaihuaxie, Yela yellow leaves. She spun away a person's hunger and cold, to weave the family's hope and light. She can be dyed a variety of color lines, a variety of patterns to weave cloth, and allow every family to learn these skills, so bright colors I do not know how many homes had Zhuang Huren monotonous years. Although she left us forever, but as long as we saw the rainbow, would think of her woven cloth.
village said, unwrapping her grandmother that stinking long bindings, she pushed her mother onto the wooden wheeled outside the village, Shiji Li to see the night show, she went alone to look for the deep forests weak treatment of the blind men herbal, despite her own month of weak body, decided a wonderful reflection of life to others left behind due to difficult labor bloody broken little life was dry, her shoulder their children, led a large ladies wife and aunt Deep dredging to the village under the branded men leave out a son and a child leave the oil steamed, washing clean, the clothes one by one ... ... gooey mud, she was like a growing tree in the barren lands unknown Persimmon, never get what the surrounding environment, and have to put each new year sweet to countless people's mouth. She may grow old, nothing startling credit, villagers say, we will always remember her.
wheat fields, I forget her Juqi a handful of fine loess smell in the nose gesture of deep and unforgettable clawed her thrown into a golden seed in loess that is full of hope when the expression, memorable ditty she was lying In the cool shade of green trees constantly playing catch tiny worms in the body helpless action, memorable flat stomach hungry when she sat along the ridge between the ridge in the wild drinking jar soup, steamed food Shi Di, nursing the baby Rattus scenes and memorable deep mud her feet in the rain field, ragged clothes leaching Lek, as any of sorghum leaves Sidao endless cut plan, but also a handful of manure into the dark scenario on the rhizosphere and memorable as her like whiplash to catch a man with a stupid animal wooden harrow plow tillage in the fields skilful story ... ..., she moved and I had too much shock, so I really know the meaning of life and survival. She taught me gratitude, I give her return. Thanksgiving and return in the new era symphony must have our notes in the beat.
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mother Earth Temple said, tears before dying flowers, still recites miss that young married woman has not made the eldest son, grandson should not be dropping out of school, should have had built the new house ... ....
I can not help but think of A hard-working, selfless, ordinary in the see the great image of women in front of me suddenly becoming gradually and soaring tall. Trance, I seem to see the soul of silkworms turned into a huge beautiful clean white butterfly wings to start [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], driving the last piece of candle light wind away into the clouds, wind and away ... ...
Study: Cultural Affairs Bureau of Henan Province, Yan Liansheng Xingyang
press time: 2010.2.10.