Words and deeds are like two songs that I never tire of listening to. In my memory, my father's way of speaking is to understand other people's affairs, and my mother's way of teaching by example is to influence others with her own actions. The lyrics of the two songs are duets, and the voice is getting louder and louder. In fact, everyone admires the power of example.
(2) The mother is illiterate and her image is not beautiful. I don't know why, she often evokes my deep respect and sincere hope; Mother will not follow the guidance, only appreciate the facts and only believe in the praise of life. She gave me the impression that she had been working and everything she could do came from Dont Ask For Help. Busy and simple, even in today's rich material, she would rather give up money than waste food. She often makes me complain because she is stingy. She doesn't explain, silence represents a kind of certainty. Now I secretly think about it before I know it's my own frivolity.
(3) Mom's most commonly used mantra is to eat and drink, not to be lazy.
I found that she often cried secretly. Once someone visits, she will immediately dry her tears and smile at each other, for fear of infecting others with her worries. But what affects me is calm, not impatient, neither humble nor supercilious, conveying a kind of power in the dark with a pair of never-ending hands. We are also trying to restrain our behavior, imitate a nobleness, and persuade others to remind ourselves, but it is difficult for us to ignore our existence and try to embody a kind of ability for fear that others will ignore it. This intentional performance contrasts with the habitual silence, and the fragility and tenacity are unknown.
The outstanding offspring in her eyes are not born smart and enjoy success, but hardworking and brave, not afraid of sweating. She always believes in the common sense that diligence can make up for mistakes. It seems that we all know why we should hide the humble scenery of diligence and kindness, which is a kind of wealth and wisdom in our eyes. Perhaps movement and stillness, action and thinking will always wrap up the truth of the world, confusing jealous talent with my untimely helplessness. When our life is washed by blood and tears, we can't help looking back at our mother's tireless hands still farming, so calm and confident, like a silent prayer of hope.
She raised a group of children and grandchildren with hard work and wrote the most beautiful songs in the world with simplicity and low-key.
7. It's not her fault that she didn't study for a day, and she didn't hear any complaints. However, before respectfully putting the portrait of her parents into the record, she often burned incense and offered sacrifices. It seems funny to lift a finger, but it turns out that the grateful and awe-inspiring soul is a nostalgia for the burning life. When a group of descendants around her praised her achievements, her smile was the most beautiful and sweet, like a child. I don't know who to share that excitement with. However, in the old wrinkles, all children's hearts are still curled, and tired hands are still modifying beautiful lyrics.
Today, there is no grandiloquence in mother's life, only selfless dedication. What have we done for her? Only shame, guilt and endless regret. She is not greedy for money, does not feel inferior and poor, and changes herself by her own ability. She left me three thatched cottages and the habit of living frugally all my life, but I dare not say that she is neither rich nor expensive. Her examples are far better than the rhetoric in books.
Pet-name ruby This song may have been sung for hundreds of generations, and maybe we are all singing it. However, the eternal lyrics of diligence seem to be retreating and covered by a superior radiation. Who can be calm about this? I finally understand that the ballad handed down by my mother through painstaking efforts and hard work is a wealth condensed with blood and tears. If I understand it, I can enjoy my life and the shadow of my descendants, rewrite my life and show my charm.