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Essay on mother's departure
1On February 28th, 982, my mother, who was only 52 years old, quietly closed her eyes on the hospital bed in the resuscitation room of the Fourth Military Medical University Hospital and went to heaven after a short and arduous journey.

I remember when I was just sensible, my father was transferred from Tianjin No.2 Cotton Mill to Jilin Thermal Power Plant, and later from Beijing No.2 Machinery Department to Northwest Nuclear 404 Base. In order to take care of our four brothers and sisters, my mother quit her job in Tianjin Beiyang Cotton Mill. In the early 1960 s, the people of the whole country were shrouded in the shadow of hunger, and the monthly rations were not maintained until the end of the month. My mother will get up at three or four o'clock every day, queue up at the entrance of the canteen far away from home, buy back a small pot of enamel bean curd without food stamps, or a small pot of soybean milk, heat it up at noon, pour half a bowl for each of our brothers and sisters, and then break half a steamed corn bread for lunch for each of us. At that time, my mother would leave the room and stand under the willow tree in the yard, silently watching a tree flourish, picking one or two willow leaves and chewing them in her mouth. After our brother and sister drink the pulp at the bottom of the bowl, my mother will come into the room and take the bowl away, pour some boiling water to rinse the bowls one by one, and then slowly drink the rinsed water. At that time, our brother and sister were not sensible, laughing and laughing. My mother likes to drink water from the pen container. My mother said: nutrition is all in the water in the pen container. Once upon a time, there was a landlord who was very stingy. His long-term workers did heavy farm work but didn't have enough to eat. Whenever long-term workers eat, the landlord is extremely distressed. The landlord thinks that if the long-term workers are allowed to drink rice soup and brush the pot water every day, wouldn't it save a lot of food? After a while, the landlord found that long-term workers were red and strong, and the landlord regretted it very much. From then on, landlords drank rice soup and boiled water every day, and long-term workers could only eat dry food. After listening to my mother's story, I think rice soup is the most nutritious food for many years.

As the days passed, my mother's legs swelled up day by day. When you press your finger, it is a deep pit. After sitting down, I can hardly stand up with my hands. One night in the middle of the night, my mother suddenly woke us up and said that she was unconscious, unable to move or get up. Our brothers and sisters dragged their mother until dawn, but they couldn't get up. They can only wail loudly beside her. My mother told my sister that she might not be able to cook for us at noon, and she still had a few pounds of food stamps and a few dollars in her pocket, so she could take us to the canteen for dinner at noon. Our crying alarmed our neighbors, when the room was crowded with people. Uncle Guo, our neighbor, called our brothers and sisters to his house to comfort us and told our brothers and sisters not to be afraid, saying that he had a way to make our mother recover. Uncle Guo was a famous old Chinese doctor in Tianjin before he retired. Thanks to his acupuncture for his mother every day, her mother can stand up again.

At the age of fifteen, I was assigned a job after graduating from junior high school. The factory is located in the Gobi desert in western Gansu, far from home. A few days before I left, my mother became busy. She sewed me a change of clothes, filled three new quilts inside and outside, and bought me an imitation military kettle and a green satchel. On the day I left home, my mother wrapped a canvas bag full of food, wrapped 30 yuan's 30 kg food stamp with a handkerchief and put it in my coat pocket. After buttoning it, she said to me, "Be careful in the car, don't lose it, and write home in advance when you're finished." When I went out, my mother was carrying my luggage, and I was carrying a kettle full of water and a canvas bag, and I followed my mother happily. My mother put me on the train, stared at my face through the window and kept saying. The moment the train started, I saw my mother suddenly squatting on the edge of the platform through the window, burying her face in her hands. The train left, my eyes were wet and my mother's figure was blurred.

Going home to visit relatives for the first time after taking part in work. My mother was very happy after receiving the telegram. She bought a lot of sweet potatoes, beef and apples and ran to the station exit to meet me early. When I got home, my mother brought the cooked sweet potato and beef to the table and urged me to eat quickly. She poured a cup of boiling water and made a cake with cornmeal while eating. She looked at me and said, "I don't like meat, I'm too tired." After dinner, my mother washed some apples and handed them to me. She cut some radishes to eat with me, so I let my mother eat apples. My mother smiled and said, "I can't digest well. Radish helps me digest." I was ignorant at that time. I always thought my mother was telling the truth. I didn't understand my mother's feelings until I became a father. Eat in the mouth, sweet in her heart!

1982 is very cold in winter. At work, I received an urgent telegram: Please come back as soon as possible when your mother is seriously ill! The words on the telegram made my heart tremble violently. I took a telegram from home and hurried home. I didn't know until I got home that my mother hadn't eaten for a long time, saying that her stomach was blocked and she couldn't eat anything. Looking at my mother's weak body and haggard face, I couldn't help crying. ......

After returning home, I took my mother to many hospitals, but I couldn't diagnose what the disease was. The doctors in the hospital suggested that the affiliated hospital of Xi Fourth Military Medical University is the best hospital in northwest China. Go there and have a look. Maybe I can diagnose the exact disease. On the train, my mother leaned against me. It took the train all night to reach Xi 'an. Under the guidance of others, my mother and I came to the Affiliated Hospital of the Fourth Military Medical University of Xi. After my mother was admitted to the hospital, she was finally diagnosed as "pancreatic cancer" after various tests. After getting the heavy diagnosis certificate, I don't know how to face my mother and how to tell her. I know my mother must have seen my wandering eyes and tears in my eyes, but she didn't ask, just said, "It costs a lot of money every day in the hospital. Let's go home after the operation. "

On the seventh day after my mother's operation, the nurse on duty accidentally took type B plasma as type AB plasma. When a bag of 500CC plasma was transfused into the middle, my mother was covered with swollen scars of broad beans. Seeing my mother's situation, I was distressed and angry. I want to talk to the hospital leader about it. My mother tugged at me and said, "The little girl didn't mean it. If you give her a punishment, her life will not be ruined! " After a while, my mother said, "I wonder if there are any bananas in Xi 'an. Forget it, it must be expensive. "My mother has been relying on blood transfusion and amino acids to maintain her physical fitness since she was hospitalized. I was glad to hear that her mother wanted to eat, so I said to her, "Let's not miss the money for bananas. I'll buy it right away! "At that time, it was difficult to see bananas in Xi 'an in winter. I went to many fruit shops and finally bought two kilograms of bananas at night. When I hurried back to the ward with bananas in my arms, my mother couldn't hear me crying.

For 30 years, due to financial constraints at home, my mother's ashes have been quietly placed in the closet at home. Every mother's memorial day, my father always takes out her mother's urn and puts it on the table, lights some incense, and then puts on several plates of cakes and fruits. In my heart, my mother has always been by my side and has never left this home. One day, my third brother called me and said that he bought a cemetery for his mother in Wollongong, Lanzhou, and asked me if I could go back and put her ashes. After receiving the phone call, I was very grateful and ashamed. As the eldest son of my family, I didn't do my duty as a son.

In Wollongong Cemetery, when I bent my knees and gently put my mother's urn into the grave, I suddenly realized that my mother had left, and I didn't feel like crying. I prayed silently: I wish my beloved mother health and happiness in heaven!