I remember when my parents quarreled when I was a child, my mother always touched her tears and said some angry words. My father silently prepared dinner in the outhouse, then took a clean towel and handed it to me so that I could wipe my mother's tears. When the storm calmed down, my curiosity drove me to ask my mother how she had married her father. And with me.

I still remember that when my mother told about the past, her face was full of yearning and intoxication for the past of her youth. At first, Aunt Zhao was afraid that her mother would not nod, so she said all the good things about her father. A chance encounter was also specially arranged. At that time, my mother was the director of the farm's propaganda department, in charge of some propaganda activities, and sometimes she would go back a little later to write the board newspaper. So on the way back to the dormitory after my mother was busy with everything, next to the old well I passed by, there was a young man with an erhu, with a square face and a polite style, and a soothing song floated out of his hand. There was a group of neighbors around the perimeter. Some people also coaxed, "Little five, little five, give me another one, it's okay to play a flute!" "In the Great Northern Wilderness, it is rare to see such a pleasant scene, and it is also rare to have such a person with such talent.

So that day, my mother also stopped and looked at it for a while. happened to be seen by Aunt Zhao and glanced at Xiao Wu, and Xiao Wu played the flute hard.

The next day, Aunt Zhao asked her mother, how is the guy who plays the flute? The mother was pale, it turned out to be arranged by Aunt Zhao, for fear that they would be embarrassed to meet directly. Mother nodded shyly, Aunt Zhao was very happy, because she said, the young man saw you, don't mention how happy. So there was their first date, their second date.......

Every time my mother mentioned their date, she would have a happy smile on her cheeks, and she always said, your father was very honest when he was young, and he was always deceived by me, which was very funny. Once on a date, his mother said that he loved to eat fish, and early the next morning, he heard a commotion at the door of the dormitory, surrounded by everyone, she came to the door, and saw her father, with a tired face, standing at the door with a bucket of fish. It turned out that that night, he went to the nearby "Gugu River", the most famous river on the farm, and I used to play with my father when I was a child. Don't ask why you don't go to the market to buy it, in those years, because of the traffic blockage, the farms in the northeast border couldn't even buy frozen fish.

At that moment, my mother felt that this honest young man was so attentive to herself, and her heart was a little moved.

When we first met, my father was versatile and diligent, but my father occasionally smoked a cigarette and had a drink with friends. In my mother's dream of love, my lover is a person who does not smoke or drink, and who knows how to be romantic. So after a month together, my father asked my mother if I could marry him, and my mother joked that if you could stop smoking or drinking, I would say yes.

As a result, everyone guessed it. Because of my mother's words, my father never smoked again in his life. As for alcohol, it is only drunk for work, and only for his birthday at home every year. But he always gets drunk as soon as he drinks. In my mother's words, no diamond is a porcelain job. When I heard this, I really admired my father, because everyone knows how easy it is to quit smoking and drinking. But the father did it for the sake of the mother. Who's to say that they weren't the power of love before them?

After getting along for about half a year, my mother married into the Zhang family and became the daughter-in-law of my grandmother's fifth son. As a first-time wife, my mother was worried, and she didn't dare to eat enough at every meal, and her father could always whiten her mother's pressure, and she would always get a baked potato or corn every night, and give her mother a supper. In order to let her mother adapt to the life of the family as soon as possible, her father and grandparents did their best to make her feel that this was her home. Grandma is from Leting, Hebei Province, and she speaks a bit like a Tangshan person. Although my grandfather is old but burly, every time my mother has a dispute with my grandmother, I always help my mother, so in my mother's impression, in every quarrel between her and my father, I heard my mother say, you old Zhang's family, the old man is the best, and the rest of you bully me. Then my father was silent as always, and my mother had no choice but to keep crying, which I didn't understand at that time. Now it's also white, if you want to communicate with your lover, the other party doesn't say a word, this is cold violence. Women can't stand this the most, so it's better to scold each other and vent it.

But that's how their days passed, 28 years. In the two years after we got married, my mother had three miscarriages for various reasons, and in order to support her body and stay closer to home, my mother applied to be transferred to the school of the company where we lived to teach Chinese. She began the rest of her life as a teacher. My father transferred the power plant, which was also an important job at that time. In the third year, I was born, and when I heard my mother talk about the ten miracles that I was alive and healthy because of the pains and pains to preserve the fetus, I felt that I was alive and healthy now.

I remember my mother said that I had all kinds of convulsions and all kinds of illnesses before I was born. Later, I invited an old man who specializes in seeing children's diseases, but they refused to give me needles, because I was born 100 days and was less than 4 pounds, and there was no good place on my body, all of them were purple and blue, and I was still the first child of a young teacher, and the old man was afraid of getting into trouble. After just one glance, he said, there is no help. At that time, my mother said that she didn't dare to look at it, and my grandmother brought in all the people from the company who specialized in doing pornographic work, and waited for her to die, wrapped in a blanket and threw it away. Luckily, I also have a very bright father. He saw the old man's thoughts, and said to the old man, it's okay, don't be afraid, you tell me where to pierce, I'll pierce it, and the dead horse will be a live horse doctor. The old man couldn't help his father, so he instructed his father to operate according to the acupuncture points. It is said that there are a total of 108 stitches, and the last stitch is in the heart of the head, and the old man said that this needle can live if it is pierced, but I am afraid that it will be stupid for the rest of my life. If the size is not right, it will die immediately. Remembering all this is like listening to a book from heaven, at first I always didn't believe it, but then I did. Because many neighbors and family members later saw me studying, they all said that they would think you wouldn't be able to live. I still remember that I rode past Erniang's house to go to school, and she saw it for the first time, she actually patted her thigh and asked my uncle to come out to see, you see that she can still ride a bicycle, and she was a person who wanted to throw it when she was a child. This kid is big enough.

It is said that after the last stitch was pierced, I was still silent, and someone had already dressed me in small clothes, waiting for the hour, and planned to deal with the aftermath. My mother kept crying and didn't dare to look at it, and it was said that for ten minutes, she suddenly heard my chirping, and she was the first to come and see me. This level is over. After 100 days, there is no major problem, the only thing is that I can't walk. The brain is still very useful, more than 1 year old can speak, 2 years old can recite Tang poems, and I know how to ask for red envelopes during the New Year. Anyway, after the age of 3, with everyone's efforts, I can finally walk and climb. In the words of grandma: "There is nothing wrong with this child, he is just too lazy." "I don't know why, because my memory has never been very good, but I'm content that I haven't been stupid compared to having a bad memory. The reason why I don't remember well is because I don't remember much before I was 5 years old.

Later, when I was 8 years old, there was another member of the family, my younger brother. Because my mother said that I was weak since I was a child, it was better to have a companion. When I was a child, I was so coaxed by her, so I gladly accepted this younger brother who competed with me for good food and was naughty.

Children's age is always so simple, they don't understand the world of adults. only knew that their noisy marriage of 28 years came to an abrupt end one day. Although, my mother said lightly every time, it's okay to go, save the sin, I don't have to serve this stubborn donkey anymore. But it's just to comfort us. Because two years after my father left, I once persuaded my mother to find a partner, but my mother did not answer, only said that she could no longer find someone who could be so good to her. Indeed, in my impression, we live in the Northeast, in winter, every day my father is the first to get up, heat the kang, and make the meal before we get up, never let my mother do heavy work, always say, your mother is not in good health, you are not allowed to make her angry. I never yelled at her because she had a little temper, and every time after her mother wiped her tears, she served a table of good food, for fear that she would not eat well and have nightmares when she slept.

Now from my mother's poems, I feel the heat of their love, which is a subtle love, which has been a lifetime from the beginning.

"Love Tales of the Stream"

There is a stream in the mountain stream, a source that flows silently

To the place in the distance, watering the delicate peony flowers

The creek is the reason for the beauty of the flowers

The creek is a place where flowers groom themselves

I've also come to see the creek

Walking on the gravel road to the west,

Kissed the coolness of the stream

I have come with a lover who holds hands

The love words of the sea and the mountains flowed in the stream

The stones that are close to each other stir up waves in the stream

Hitting the atrium of the stream

Tears of passion in the creek

For my love is unrestrained

Accompanied by catkins under the covenant

The affection of our hearts

Let the brook sing shyly

How much time and streams, together walked by

Our love, our love

has been worn out in the years

Goodbye Creek, I'm out of words

All that is poured out is the torn loneliness

Can't help but hold the creek

It's like the old Qianqian hands

Attempt to accept the touch of the creek

Descend the lust of the turbid world

My delicate face was buried

The gentle bosom of the stream

Endless love words

Speak to the stream.

"The Grudge"

In the spring of that year,

On the edge of the forest of the Magpie River,

You and I passed by,

Unintentionally sighed softly,

provoked your rolling eyes, with curiosity and warmth,

It's that glance, just like a spring breeze

Drunk my heart,

In the summer of that year,

In front of a fence full of trumpet flowers

Thy big hand is warm,

Hold my petite heart

In the autumn of that year,

Under the cucumber shelf is filled with the fragrance of melons,

also full of your witty words,

touched our love in this life

In the winter of that year,

The snow is full of plum blossoms in Sanjiang, and it is cold

We spend time together,

The romance of the moon before the flowers, the warmth of raising the eyebrows

I thought I had no worries in this life,

We will love each other forever

And you left your home that year

Did you accidentally drink Meng Po soup?

Can't find the intersection home

Have you accidentally fallen on the bridge of forgetfulness?

That year, that year

I don't know, spring flowers can bloom, summer lotus can be

The loneliness of late autumn, the sorrow of long winter

It all makes my heart feel wronged

Looking at the cold moon, I was already full of tears before I spoke!!

This is the love story of my parents, simple, simple, subtle and hot, and now they have both gone to another country, I don't know if they have reunited, or if they are enjoying their trouble-free lives.