April 24 (Gregorian calendar) and September 1 this year are the third and sixth anniversaries of the deaths of my father Yao Chuanjing and my mother Cheng Qiwa, respectively. Due to the outbreak of the epidemic this year, the state does not allow meals and celebrations. Therefore, it was only hastily held a third anniversary event for the father.

My parents and adults have worked hard all their lives. It is a life of hard work. In order to cherish the nurturing grace of my parents. Therefore, I would like to take advantage of the fact that this novel is not yet finished, and continue to write some of the past trivial things of my parents, so as to commemorate my parents and remember their nurturing grace.

Remembering my mother, my mother's youth

My mother did not continue her studies after graduating from primary school, and she accompanied her grandmother every day to learn needlework. Mother said that those years were hard, but also the most carefree.

The hard sixties. The adoptive mother was a neat person, so when she was in the People's Grand Commune, she went to help with the cooking. At the beginning, the people in the village were large and small, old and young gathered in the big canteen, eating and drinking every day, talking and laughing, the good times did not last long****** one after another, although Shaanxi was not the hardest hit area, but there was also a phenomenon of poor materials. When my adoptive mother came back from the commune canteen, she always put her hands in the pockets in front of her apron, and when she entered the house, she always hurried into the kitchen, and her mother always gently closed the door in tacit understanding. Grandmother found a basin and put it on the board, the mother skillfully picked up the scoop in her hand, held the basin in one hand and the scoop full of water in the other, while pouring the water while looking at the water in the basin, the adoptive mother washed her hands stained with flour, and then took off the apron and shook it vigorously while holding it on the basin, and then the adoptive mother added water to the pot, the mother lit the fire in front of the stove, the water boiled, the adoptive mother held the basin with one hand and stirred it with chopsticks with the other, so that the raw batter in the basin slowly flowed into the pot, and then put some sweet potato leaves in the trouser pocket, and after a while, the family could drink a bowl of hot batterWhen my mother mentioned this, she always said that she had the best meal in those years.

Mother eats out stomach problems. The adoptive father worked at the commune water station, and finally had some income, so the family was able to get by in those years, and that's it, the main meal at home was still what elm money wheat rice, sweet potato leafy vegetables, sweet potato gnocchi, corn grits and the like. Sixteen or seventeen-year-old children are able to eat, can do and grow the body of the time, the mother said that in the summer of that year, the mother and the sister next door from the field to harvest wheat each home, into the door she put the sickle to the wall root, take off the shoes and barefoot into the second door, diameter to the water urn, open the lid to scoop up the water with the scoop and start to drink, drink the water in the scoop in one go, that is called a "cool". After closing the urn and putting the scoop away, she walked to her room, wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and asked her adoptive mother what she was eating today. When she came out of the room, her mother had changed her clothes, pants, shoes and socks, and her hair was combed, and when she walked to the kitchen, her adoptive mother had already put the cold dumplings into the bowl, and the mother dripped some soy sauce and spicy oil into the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and stirred them and ate them. That day, she was really thirsty and hungry, drank a scoop of cold water and ate a few bowls, how can the child's stomach withstand such treatment, and since then, the stomach medicine has been pained and entangled her all her life.

The child's time with the mother is always short, and in the blink of an eye the mother is at the age of engagement, how does the mother and father come together? Well, I think about it, think about it......

The 24th day of April in the year of Gengzi (2020) is the third anniversary of my father's death. In order to remember my father and my old mother who died before his old family, I write this article to remember the two old people. May my parents rest in peace in heaven!

(The following article is the author's first article)

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, the sun and the moon blow people, and people grow old. In the blink of an eye, it has reached the prime of life. Many good memories have long been gone and gone. Many fond memories of childhood can only be dreamed of in dreams. The voices and smiles of the parents can only be seen in dreams.

My parents, they are ordinary people. None of them have had a glorious history. But the two of them, in the minds of our brothers, are the greatest parents in the world.

The two of them have gone through a lot of hardships to support our brothers. For a few of us, it has set a glorious example.

My father was an ordinary man. In his life, he has never had any brilliant achievements, just an unknown ordinary person, but in the weight of my memory, my father is a very diligent person. Whenever he returned home, he was never idle. Carrying water, laundry, cooking, sewing, these housework that only housewives have to do, but he is alone, competing for it. (My mother may have been the reason for leaving my father at an early age, and she acted as the head of the family since she was a child.) For the daily affairs of the family, not very interested. )

My mother was a simple and capable person. In my memory, in the production team at that time, some men could not do the work, but my mother competed. When I was in the production team, my grandmother was very old, my father was working outside the home, and several of us were in school. At that time, almost every family in a situation like ours was in debt. At that time, our family was not only not in debt, but also had some surplus. It's all about my mother's hard work, hard work.

I remember that there were 7 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 the people were farming at home. At that time, my grandmother was already eighty years old. However, people are very diligent, washing and cooking, weaving and spinning, all of which are fine. In my childhood memories, the four of us brothers ate and wore clothes thanks to the hard work of my grandmother. (My mother, who is also the women's director of our village, is busy earning work and supporting the family all day.) As a result, less has been done in this regard. )

At that time, there were four brothers in my family (there were only three brothers above me), except for the eldest brother, who had already completed junior high school at that time, entered the production team, and participated in labor. My two other brothers and I were both studying. The situation in our family at that time was: the old and the young. The degree of difficulty at home can be imagined, it should be very difficult and difficult.

My father was a very honest and diligent man. When he was working as a cook in Chongning Township, his monthly salary was only more than 30 yuan. And the place where he works is about eight kilometers away from our home. At that time, there were very few shuttles on the road. At that time, there were very few bicycles in the countryside. Even later, after I got a bicycle. Due to historical reasons, his father (mainly not being able to ride a bicycle) has always walked back and forth, running between units)

Moreover, every time he went to work, because he had to arrive at the unit on time, he often had to start at 5 o'clock every morning (every time he walked from home, it took about two hours to reach the unit), and then, after a long journey of more than two hours, he could arrive at the unit on time.

In order to provide for our brothers and study, my parents and grandmothers have gone through a lot of hardships. Several of them have worked hard all their lives for the lives of their children. Looking at the happy life now, think about the kindness of your parents. Those of us who are sons and daughters will not be able to repay it in our lifetime.

I remember when I was younger, I was very naughty and very playful. Once, when I saw my second uncle going down to the Red Cellar to get the red heat, I thought it was very funny. So, when my family was not at home, I secretly went down to the cellar of the Red Office to play.

At that time, due to my relatively young age, and the Red Summer Cellar at that time, because at the time of design, in order to store potatoes and other substances, my second uncle dug a hole in the upper part of the Red Cellar.

After this change, the original tunnel was changed with some changes. As a result, when I was going down to the Red Cellar, I accidentally stepped on the air and fell into the Red Cellar.

At that time, my family was still working in the production team. I cried for a long time, and my voice was hoarse all the time. Still no one can hear me. It wasn't until late in the day, after my family had finished working, that my eldest brother rescued me from the Red Summer Cellar. When I was rescued from the cellar, I broke my foot and neck. My mother, in order to heal me. So I and a villager in our village used a frame car (due to my young age, I can't remember very clearly, whether it was the reason that there was no shuttle bus at that time, or the reason why my mother insisted on using a frame car to run back and forth for more than 50 miles of slopes to see a doctor for me) with a villager in our village, and went to Weinan Shuangwang Orthopedic Hospital for me three times.

As far as I can remember, my mother was a very frugal person. At that time, on the way to the hospital, a bowl of rice in Weinan at that time did not exceed one yuan. A bowl of tea is about 2 cents. However, in such a difficult environment, my mother, in order to save more than one yuan for food, brought a few cornmeal steamed buns from home and drank boiled water, which saved me from the line of death.

Later, when I was a little older, I started to help my family with some household chores. I remember one of the autumn harvests, I saw my father using a pickaxe to open the corn stalks, and he was very energetic. So I pestered my father to pick up the hammer in his hand.

Unable to stand my repeated entanglements, my father had no choice but to hand over the hammer in his hand to me. So, I started the corn stalk with my father.

(To be continued in this chapter)