Recently, due to various reasons, it has been temporarily stopped. Looking back on the last few years, I don't know if God did it on purpose, or if I was too picky. There are always a few months of the year when you are away from work and at home. Although the money in hand is still very tight, because of the support and encouragement of my lover, I have no panic of unemployment in the past, and I have adjusted my mentality and began to enjoy the days when I can do whatever I want every day.

My mother has been gone for almost three years, and I have not dared to touch the things she left behind, but I finally mustered up the courage to open the original manuscript of the poetry collection left by my mother, and I am glad that there is also an animal novel, and the three-flower cat that I have raised at home for 8 years has become the protagonist of the novel. Looking at these words, I can't tell what I feel in my heart. This is a different kind of love that mothers leave to their children. It is also the most precious treasure she left us.

My mother was a talented girl, but she was born at the wrong time, grew up in the city, and later... ruthlessly let his mother replace his uncle, and accordingly called on him to go to the countryside to the Great Northern Wilderness. Because of her stubborn personality and her unwillingness to be arrogant to power, her mother gave up the opportunity to go to university in order to get rid of the entanglement.

In the words of my mother, I married your father, 25 years, although I have not been rich and rich, but I am also content, it is not easy for a woman to meet a person who knows cold and hot and really feels sorry for herself in her life. Just when the two children saw that the good days of growing up were coming, the sudden change made the mother fall into a long-term sorrow. With my father leaving, my mother faced me who had just worked and my younger brother who was about to take the high school entrance examination. Holding back tears, he calmly dealt with his father's funeral with us. But in fact, her heart had already collapsed, and I didn't have time to think at that time, so I only accompanied her for a week and rushed back to work.

Seeing this text, the beautiful and elegant verses all reveal her thoughts.

If you don't raise a child, you don't know the kindness of your parents, you haven't experienced the life and death of your loved ones, and you will never experience the heartache of loss.

Now, I can only organize these words and publish them as a tribute to my mother.

Maybe one day, I can let go of all the anxiety in my heart and write down the ordinary days of my parents.

Thanks to the words that my mother left us, every word is her thoughts and love for us.

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