Mother, raising two children and a daughter all her life, it's hard. From the beginning of poverty, when my father went to work, he took on things at home and outside. In spring, summer and autumn, I am busy in the fields, between rice, flour, grain and oil. Make clothes, shoes and pants for children in winter and prepare for the New Year. When studying, we made efforts in farming, raising pigs, making tofu, selling rice, noodles and tea. Because our education has surpassed that of ordinary people. Now, old. When I was young, the injury left by heavy work began to become the root of the disease, the heart stent, and I enjoyed her masterpiece with satisfaction during my illness-a retired wife of a teacher, two sons and a daughter who graduated from college, and healthy grandchildren. As a woman,/kloc-dropped out of school at the age of 0/2, took on housework and worked in the production team. Just like an adult, she got half the job because she was a child laborer. But it's also a great effort. I have to take care of my four younger brothers and help my parents support housework. In her twenties, she worked hard in her husband's family after marriage until she separated. It is said that in the year when my mother dropped out of school, all school teachers went home to persuade her to return to school, because she studied very well and was afraid of ruining a student. But I still couldn't do it. But when I had a radio at home, she listened to all kinds of programs whenever she was free, and her knowledge was still very rich among the villagers. Many people were willing to associate with her. She is very successful in our education. First, practice hard. This naturally becomes our role model. The second is to take us to work. Drawing water, cooking, washing dishes and doing farm work, we learned to be strong, to be sympathetic and grateful, to get rid of coolies and to pursue knowledge. Third, let's learn to honor grandparents and other elders, and also learn to honor our parents. But on the basis of filial piety and awe, we become friends again, so that we can grow up healthily and intelligently in friendly exchanges. Mom is very clever. Cooking is delicious, which is different for us; Making clothes is popular now (I learned to cut clothes for three days), and my sister's classmates all want her to make clothes for them. Mom works very fast. I remember my only cloth shoes were taken away when they were hanging on the courtyard wall. I will go to school the next day. My mother was in a hurry, so she cooked the paste, pasted the cloth and let it cool. She stayed up all night, made cloth shoes by herself and made me wear new shoes to school. But she, the next day, was still busy with housework, dragging the fatigue of staying up late. Mom is very kind. Before my father became a regular worker, the harvest in the field was good. We didn't go to high school and didn't spend much money, and our living conditions improved. Almost half of the poor families in the village borrowed money from us to buy things, and she never refused. And before I was 18 years old, I invited my relatives to eat pig-killing rice almost every year after killing pigs. These things of hers have planted a beautiful root of wisdom in our hearts. Mother, old and frail, is very content and happy now, and is still trying not to disturb her children. Call us only when necessary. She likes listening to music, entertainment and playing mahjong recently.