Wen Yuan Xi Ying
Mei Fangyi's Prose-"Parent's Love"
Last year, after my mother died in my hometown in Anhui, I received my 87-year-old father from Shaanxi. He was not used to living in the city and always thought about the environment and relatives in his hometown in Anhui. Parents have been with each other for 65 years and have a feeling of estrangement.
In the early 1950s, father and mother were married. At that time, because my grandfather died early and his father's family was destitute, the mother felt that his father was loyal and honest, so he resolutely married. Parents raised seven children throughout their lives, and many of them were suffering. Parents often spent their debts in the family. When life was the most difficult, parents took turns to ask for food to maintain the family's livelihood. I remember when I was a kid, my mother went out to beg for food, and for a few months when I went out, I sat in front of the door crying and looking for my mother. The scene was vivid. After the reform and opening up, the rural area implemented a joint production contract responsibility system. My family contracted 36 acres of responsible land and reclaimed more than 20 acres of wasteland. Most of the 60 acres of land were paddy fields, and the hardships of labor can be imagined. After the households were separated, although my family's economy was relatively affluent, it was a great test for the parents' health. It's getting dark and others have left the work, but their parents are still working in the field. On New Year's Day, others enjoy the joy of family at home, and their parents are still working in the field. For nothing else, just start a business for seven children. When his brother was in college, his parents were over sixty, but they continued to work in the field for their younger brother to go to school. After graduating from college, I was assigned to work in Shaanxi. My parents were very reluctant, but they still supported my choice. Every time I go home, my father chats with me, and my mother cooks and cooks. When I got married in 1992, my parents sent me 5,000 yuan. I knew it was exchanged for 30,000 kilograms of rice. I tried to return it to my parents, but my parents refused to accept it. The parents did not announce that they would not go to work until the age of seventy. Their parents devoted their lives to the land, and even to their beloved children.
Parents respect and love each other throughout their lives. When they were young, they were both cadres in the village. Later, his father was criticized. When an acquaintance met him, he detoured because of fear of being affected. During her father's most difficult time, her mother strongly supported her because she knew her father and believed in her father. His mother is a skilled worker with outstanding performance. She was recommended to work in the municipal textile mill by the commune. This is a great temptation for the mother of the farmer, but the mother is reluctant to leave the father in distress and politely declines the recommendation of the organization. Grandpa and grandma felt sorry for her, but her mother didn't care. My father likes to make friends, and he tells his friends to go to the house every three to five. The mother is both a cook and a waiter, and is always happy. The mother is impatient, and her father always lets her mother.
In the winter of 2008, her mother was paralyzed in bed due to overwork, and this lie was a decade. At first the mother was still able to talk, but later she could only hear her moaning in pain, eating and living all by her father. Every morning, his father waits for his mother to get up, wash her face, comb her hair, feed her, and take her out in the sun. When the mother was sleepy, the father waited for her to lie down; when the mother was silent, the father talked to the mother. Although the mother did not answer, she always looked at the father with murky eyes. The father believed that the mother could understand what he said. Then came lunch, dinner, changing urine without getting wet, washing the sheets, and turning over to the mother several times every night. After all, his father was very old, and some people advised him to ask a nanny to do the work for him, but his father was uneasy and insisted on serving his mother alone. In the last five years of the mother ’s life, she had no knowledge of the children, relatives and friends around her. The father in his 80s still took care of his mother with a trembling body. Just like that, day after day, month after month, year after year, the father It persisted for ten years until the mother died.
Once, my wife and I watched a movie together, and saw that Emperor Tang Ming agreed to let Yang Yuhuan hang himself in order to keep the throne, and he lamented that there is no real love in the world. I gave her an example of my parents, and I told her that true love is not necessarily between high officials, such as my father and mother. The wife nodded and said yes.
） ( Mei Fangyi )