This year’s April 24 (Gregorian calendar) and September 1 are respectively the third and sixth anniversary of the death of my father Yao Chuanjing and my mother Cheng Qiwa. Due to the epidemic this year, the country does not allow meals and celebrations. Therefore,

, just held a hasty third anniversary event for my father.

My parents, they have worked hard all their lives. It is a life of hard struggle. In order to cherish the upbringing of my parents, I would like to use this novel to continue to write some stories about my parents while the novel is not yet finished.

Trivial matters from the past are used to commemorate my parents and remember their nurturing grace.

Remembering my mother—my mother’s green years

My mother did not continue her studies after graduating from elementary school. She stayed with her grandmother every day to learn needlework. Her grandmother taught her very carefully, and she studied very seriously. My mother said that those years were difficult, but also the most carefree.

The hard years of the 1960s. My adoptive mother was a neat person, so when she was working in the People's Commune, she helped with the cooking. At the beginning, all the people in the village, old and young, gathered in the big cafeteria, where they ate and drank every day.

, talking and laughing, the good times came one after another. Although Shaanxi was not the hardest hit area, there was also a shortage of materials. That year, my adoptive mother came back from the commune canteen and always acted cool and put her hands in it.

In the pocket in front of her apron, she always rushes into the kitchen when she enters the house, and her mother always closes the door gently in tacit agreement. Grandma finds the basin and puts it on the chopping board. Mother skillfully picks up the ladle in her hand and holds it with one hand.

The basin held a ladle full of water in one hand, and while pouring water, she looked at the changing water in the basin. The foster mother washed her flour-covered hands vigorously, then took off her apron, held her hands on the basin, and shook it vigorously, and then

The foster mother added water to the pot, and the mother lit the pot in front of the stove. When the water boiled, the foster mother held the basin in one hand and stirred it with chopsticks in the other hand, letting the batter in the basin slowly flow into the pot, and then put some of it.

Put the sweet potato leaves in your trouser pocket, and soon the family will have a bowl of hot batter. When my mother mentioned these, she always said it was the best meal she had eaten in those years.

My mother suffered from stomach problems. My adoptive father worked at a commune water station and finally had some income, so the family was able to survive in those years. The main meals at home were wheat rice, sweet potatoes, leafy vegetables, and sweet potatoes.

Corn grits and the like. A child of sixteen or seventeen years old is the time when he can eat, work hard and grow. My mother said that that summer, my mother and the sister next door went home after harvesting wheat from the fields. When they entered the door, she put the sickle in their hands.

He leaned against the wall, took off his shoes and entered the second door barefoot. He walked to the water jar, opened the lid, scooped up the water with a ladle and started drinking. He drank the water in the ladle in one go, which was called "refreshing".

After putting the lid on the jar and placing the ladle, she walked to her room, wiping her mouth on her sleeve and asking her adoptive mother what she had eaten today. Her adoptive mother replied, "Sweet potato glutinous rice." When she came out of the room, her mother had changed her clothes, pants, shoes and socks.

, her hair was also combed, and when she walked to the kitchen, her adoptive mother had already put the cold glutinous rice into a bowl. She poured some soy sauce and chili oil into the bowl, picked up her chopsticks, stirred it up, and ate it. That day she was really

She was thirsty and hungry, so she drank a ladle of cold water and ate countless bowls. How could the child's stomach withstand such treatment? From then on, the stomach medicine kept lingering on her body and the pain plagued her for the rest of her life.

The time a child spends with his mother is always short. In a blink of an eye, the mother reaches the age of engagement. How did the mother and father get together? Well, let me think about it, and then think about it...

The first day of April 24th of the Gengzi year (2020) (the 28th day of the third lunar month) is the third anniversary of my father’s death. In memory of my father, and the people who preceded him before his death.

Old mother, I wrote this article specifically to commemorate the two old people. May my parents rest in peace in heaven!

(The following article is a tribute to the author)

The waves in the Yangtze River push back the waves in front, and the sun and moon blow against us, making us grow old. In a blink of an eye, we have reached the prime of life. Many beautiful memories have long become a passing cloud, gone forever. Many beautiful memories of childhood are only

I can wander around in my dreams. My parents’ voices, faces, and faces can only be seen in my dreams.

My parents are ordinary people. They have never had a glorious history. However, in the minds of our brothers, they are the greatest parents in the world.

The two of them went through a lot of hardships to capture and support our brothers. They set a glorious example for us.

My father is an ordinary person. He has never made any brilliant achievements in his life. He is just an unknown ordinary person. However, in my memory, my father is a very diligent person. Every time

When he returned home, he was never idle. Carrying water, washing clothes, cooking, and mending were all household chores that only housewives had to do, but he did them all by himself. (My mother may be the one who did it.

Because he left his father early, he has been the head of the family since he was a child. He is not very interested in the daily affairs of the family.)

My mother is a simple and capable person. In my memory, in the production team at that time, there were some jobs that men could not do, but my mother scrambled to do them. When I was in the production team, my grandmother

We are already older, my father is working outside, and several of our brothers are in school. At that time, almost every family was in debt. But under the circumstances at that time, our family not only had no debt,

And there are still some surpluses. These are all related to my mother's hard work and hard work.

I remember that there were seven people in our family at that time. At that time, except for my father, who was working as a cook in Chongning Commune (later changed to Chongning Township), the rest of us were working on the farm at home. At that time,

At that time, my grandmother was already eighty years old. However, she was very hardworking and was good at washing, cooking, and weaving and spinning. In my childhood memories, the food, drink, and clothing of the four of us brothers were

Thanks to my grandmother’s hard work. (My mother is the women’s director of our village and is busy earning work points to support the family. Therefore, she does less in this regard.)

At that time, there were four brothers in our family (I only have three brothers), except for the eldest brother, who had already finished junior high school, joined the production team, and participated in labor. My other two brothers and I were all studying.

.The situation of our family at that time was: there were old people at the top and young people at the bottom. It is conceivable that the difficulty in the family must have been very difficult.

My father is a very honest and hard-working man. When he was working as a cook in Chongning Township, his monthly salary was only more than 30 yuan. And his place of work was about eight kilometers away from our home.

distance. At that time, there were very few buses on the highway. There were also very few bicycles in the countryside at that time. Even later, after bicycles became available, my father, due to historical reasons (mainly because he could not ride a bicycle)

)He has been walking back and forth, rushing between units)

Moreover, every time he goes to work, because he has to get to the work on time, he often starts at five o'clock every morning (it takes about two hours to get to the work from home every time).

Then, after a long journey of more than two hours, we arrived at the unit on time.

In order to support our brothers and study, my parents and grandmothers have gone through a lot of hardships. They have worked hard all their lives for the lives of their children. Looking at the happy life today, I think

I miss the kindness of our parents. As children, we will never be able to repay it in our lifetime.

I remember that when I was young, I was very naughty and playful. Once, when I saw my second uncle going down to Hongshu cellar to get some red heat, I felt it was very funny. So I took advantage of a family’s

When I was not at home, I secretly went down to the Red Office cellar to play.

At that time, because I was relatively young and the Hongshu Cellar was designed, in order to store potatoes and other materials, my second uncle dug a turning hole in the upper part of the Hongshu Cellar.

After this change, some changes were made to the original tunnel. As a result, when I was getting down to the Red Department Cellar, I accidentally stepped on the air and fell into the Red Department Cellar.

At that time, my family was still working in the production team. I cried for a long time, until my voice became hoarse from crying. Still no one could hear my voice. Until it was getting late, my family released

After I finished work, my elder brother rescued me from the Red Heat Cellar. After I was rescued from the cellar, my ankle was broken. My mother, in order to treat my illness, came with us.

A villager in the village used a trolley (due to my young age, I can’t remember clearly now, whether it was because there was no shuttle bus at that time, or because my mother insisted on using a trolley to go back and forth in order to save a few yuan in fares).

He took me and the villager’s mother, who traveled more than fifty miles uphill to see a doctor, and went three times to Weinan Shuangwang Orthopedic Hospital to see me.

In my memory, my mother is a very frugal person. On the way to the hospital, a bowl of rice in Weinan at that time cost no more than one yuan. A bowl of tea only cost about 2 cents. But, that’s it.

In a difficult environment, in order to save more than one yuan for food, my mother brought some cornmeal buns from home and drank boiled water, which saved me from death.

Later, when I grew up, I started to help my family and do some housework. I remember that during an autumn harvest, I saw my father driving corn stalks with a hoe, and he worked very hard.

.So, I pestered my father to pick up the hoe in his hand.

Unable to resist my repeated pestering, my father had no choice but to hand over the hoe in his hand to me. So, I started driving the corn stalks with my father.
Chapter completed!