"I don't know anything else to write a novel" – this sentence is exactly what happened to me.

In this world, I have no choice, no way out!

Mother, don't worry. I remembered your words for the rest of my life!

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If someone asks me what my greatest wish is, I will answer without hesitation: take my old mother and father to me, and let me do a little bit of filial piety for them. Yet I know that this wish is almost a fantasy. When my old mother and father were alive, I can roughly think of it this way.

I am most sincerely grateful to the city of Harbin** for solving the problem of living in old age for my old father and mother. that they may still be able to live with my fourth brother. If it had not been for this kindness, in the 26 square meters of low and dilapidated living space in my family, which had been separated by three generations of four families and one mentally ill, wouldn't my old mother and father have only been squeezed into the ceiling to live? Like two wild cats! My father, as the first generation of construction workers in our republic, has devoted more than 30 years of sweat and strength to our republic.

My Harbin, my mother city, as a writer, I have not and cannot do anything practical for you!

This guilt is a lifelong guilt.

I am also forever deeply grateful to those who have read my novel "The Ulcer" and who have written to me from the bottom of my heart, and who are willing to sincerely give up their house and a half to live in for my old mother and father. The important significance of this kind of thing is that it shows that there is goodness in our lives after all.

A new building has risen in our North Shadow. The regulations on room division stipulate that cadres above the deputy department level can add eight points. Two points will be added to the artist's award. I've only won three National Short and Medium Story Awards. Before filling out the form, he checked with the comrades of the Literature Department who participated in the room distribution group, and he said sympathetically: "That refers to the Mao Dun Literature Award, and the ordinary national award is not counted." "I think that I have won three ordinary national short and medium story awards, and I am already a lucky person in the literary world, and I have never dared to dream of three Mao Dun Literature Awards. And even if the god of fate embraces me alone, the total score of the three Mao Dun Literature Awards is still two points less than that of a deputy director, and the deputy director of our republic should be hundreds of times the number of writers?

Mother, you too want to live well! You have to wait! You must wait! Please, mother! Mother, in your sorrowful heart, which is full of bitterness, there is really nothing else to want but to want your son to be a writer "well"?......

The lewd rain has stopped. Skinny leaves are still too. On this lonely day, I miss my mother. There were three eyes that looked at me through the window, all of them the eyes of the poplar. I stared blankly at me, at me who missed my mother.

The children next door are singing a popular song: Poplar Poplar Tree Poplar Tree Poplar Tree Pop?......lar Tree Pop

My old mother thinks of the thousands of mothers of almost an entire generation, those ordinary women who can even be considered mediocre and breathe for their old lives at the bottom of society, for their children, they must all be noble mothers, right?

My sorrow is for the sake of my heart.

Mother!......

Far away, I call out to you like a man in Shandong, you can hear you?......