carnation" because of "mother's Day"
The flower shop of various styles of "carnation" because of "mother's Day" arrival is the boss packaging was exceptionally bright, continuously through the side arm parents hand child, "the mother's arms is a blue ocean / tending you finally become youthful faces / waved farewell time no longer back / look up have a look that old eyes still tender / childhood news continuing as the years to stay / piece of the back is to embrace you finally hand" the flower shop familiar music through the transparent glass window, floated into my ear. Past 20 years, "mother's Day" is a strange term for my mother. This week two, tomorrow is back to have a look the old mother, maybe for my mother, she is to her "mother's Day" gift at her side with.
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A sunny Saturday, up to the earliest bus bound for the old house, the scenery outside the window to continue to step back, the car driving on uneven road surfaces, the acid gastric juice and again pushed into my mouth, hurriedly clapped her hand to her lips, the good side of passengers smiled and handed me a black plastic bags, yellow bile like an arrow in my oral spray into the plastic bag, behind the strange passengers pass I just open a bottle of "source of life living spring". Put your head on the window glass, close your eyes, meditation at home mother saw my expression, in order to reduce the fatigue of be sleepy straws.
Opened the unlocked the yard door, walk in the steps of carrying pig swill mother stooped figure greeted my eyes, "mother, I come back." I'm glad to shout. Hear my voice, my mother was frightened jump, hand rubbed his eyes smiled and said: "it is my daughter home, a person walked so far road tired not tired?" I smiled and said: "Mom, I'm not tired." The mother with the sleeves of wiping the sweat haired I distressed to say: "girl, you are not sick? Home once you are vomiting was left half life, without any important things, not to go home, the house I hold, do a good job on the line." Looked at the mother gradually white hair, the palm of the hand on the thick calluses, kindly face engraved the mark have experienced years of wind and frost, heart aching.
The very next day, accurate to say "mother's Day" that day, a chopping sound to me from sleep wake up, opened his sleepy eyes dim, the sky outside the window, just before dawn. Out of the room, his sweat was laboriously raised his axe chopping mother gasping and said: "my child, it was still dark, not how much sleep?" I went to the mother side whispered: "Mom, I woke up and can't sleep, I'll chop." Mother said with a smile: "girl, no, I'm afraid you chop to foot. You put the bowl washing dishes in the pot, I pigs. After dinner, I took advantage of the sun did not come out to hoe corn grass, you motion sickness, after dawn on the back of the mountain city, only the spirit of work tomorrow." I calm voice said: "Mom, today is mother's day, should take a rest at home for a day." Mother smiled and said: "silly girl, corn straw but 'mother'." After dinner, in my insistence, her mother finally promised me to weed and she, again in the afternoon ride back to the city.
And the mother carrying a hoe out of the house, the home of early in the morning with a breeze, cool. Just arrived in a moment, the sun came out, the ground as if on fire. The village people are busy pumping irrigation cracked paddy field, home of the old dog lay under the tree's tongue, cicadas in the trees sing "dead heat, the heat is dead", "hoe Wo day when, sweat Wo soil" is the most true to my mother and I explained maize leaves, and weeds heat come face to face with my eyes, hoe, sparks, the acid gastric juice again out of my mouth "waterfalls three thousand feet". The mother he handed me the kettle while distressed to say: "girl, coming to rest under a tree, the hot weather, heat is bad." Sitting under the tree for me, looked at the mother sweating under the scorching sun, the heart like a knife like pain twisted.
