My mother's surname is Xiang, and her name is Fangyun.

Until I was thirty-five years old, I always felt cheesy when I read these three words, until one day, I suddenly had an epiphany.

It turns out that it interprets the life of a mother.

Xiang, is the sunflower to the sun.

Sunflowers have a well-known feature, named because their inflorescences always rotate with the sun. Its meaning encompasses a series of traits related to human character, such as faith, brilliance, strength, and enthusiasm.

Fang, is the Fang of Fangcao.

Xiaocao is a seemingly ordinary but not ordinary plant, no matter what kind of wind and rain it experiences, it still holds its head high.

If we compare a person to a small grass, it shows that this person will not compromise in the face of difficulties.

Clouds are clouds that are light and breezy.

It is usually said that a woman is light and light, which means that she is not impetuous and careless, not that there is no pursuit. On the contrary, she will fight for her ideals and never be decadent.

We are native northerners living in a second-tier city called Xiyang.

There is a Xiangjia village in Xiyang City, which is my mother's maiden home. My mother has four brothers and sisters, and she is the second, with an older brother and a younger sister.

Because she is the eldest daughter, her mother has learned to do all kinds of female labor and farm work since she was a child, whether it is rolling noodles and steaming buns, or making needlework with shoe soles, or planting vegetables and collecting grain and sprinkling pesticides, she is proficient in everything.

Mom was born in the middle of summer. For this reason, I often speculate about a problem: because my mother was born in the summer, she is passionate about everyone.

Mom inherited her grandmother's excellent genes, beautiful and lively, and loves literature and art.

When I was about 10 years old, I loved to ask my dad about my mom. They grew up in a village, lived very close, and knew each other very well.

Once, I pestered my dad to ask him to tell me about my mother's past, and he thought for a while and said, "It's boring to talk about what you have said, I'll tell you what you haven't heard." ”

I was very happy to hear my father's words, so I hurriedly asked him to tell me.

It's true that I'm in a hurry, and it's also true that my dad isn't in a hurry, so he asked me mysteriously: "Wenwen, do you know what your mother was looking forward to the most when she was a child?" ”

What to hope for? Of course, children are looking forward to the Chinese New Year, not only with delicious food, but also with beautiful new clothes.

As for Dad's question, I didn't even think about it and said "New Year" for sure. After saying that, I waited triumphantly for my dad to praise me.

As a result, Dad stretched out the index finger of his right hand in disappointment and shook it.

I didn't expect that his old man would deny my answer.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that there was nothing to be happy about the children in that era, so he said helplessly: "The textbook says that you were short of food and clothing in that era, and you only had good food during the New Year, and you could wear new clothes." If even the Chinese New Year is not uncommon for my mother, then I really can't think of anything that is most attractive to her. ”

Seeing my frustrated look, my dad comforted me kindly like a teacher: "It's okay, I know you must have answered wrong, not only you, but I also asked your eldest cousin and second cousin, no one answered correctly, and you don't have to be frustrated." ”

"Dad, I'm not upset, you hurry up and announce the correct answer."

Really, I especially want to know what the correct answer is.

Seeing that I was desperate to know the answer, my father finally spoke slowly: "What your mother is looking forward to most is when the people in the village squat at the door to eat lunch." ”

"Huh? Why? Doesn't my mom have anything to eat? ”

Dad's words made me stunned, I didn't expect this to be the answer.

"It's not that your mother doesn't have anything to eat, it's that your mother has already finished eating. People in the village like to gather together for dinner, and chatting is very lively. Your mother took advantage of this point to run out and sing and dance with your Aunt Lian, which was very festive. ”

When my dad explained the reason, I didn't calm down. For students, not being calm means desertion, in other words, not paying attention to lectures.

As a result, my grades plummeted.

Even so, I still clinged to one question: Mom, why didn't you become an actor?

"Do you remember? I had a big regression in my fifth-grade final exam, and my teacher told you to go to school for an interview. When you come back, you'll beat me up. The teacher said that I didn't pay attention to the lectures, and I always worried about why you weren't an actor. ”

I just want to laugh when I talk about the past, and I know my mom is happy too.

But why didn't Zhang Yang and the nurse laugh and cry? I'm a little dazed.

It wasn't until Zhang Yang helped me wipe away my tears that I reacted, and it turned out that I was laughing and crying.

"Mom, don't you want to get up?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I regretted it, why did I get my mother up at three o'clock in the morning? Not sensible!

"Mom, do you know what the night reminds me of? I remembered that old photo. ”

At this point, a familiar picture popped up in front of my eyes.

A little girl with a dirty face and a cat pulled out a large box with all her might. Looking at the antique-like box, her curiosity was suddenly aroused, and when she went up, there was a flurry of kicks, and finally, the box was kicked open.

That girl, that's me.

"Hey, why are there all albums in here?"

I rummaged through the boxes, and there was nothing but a few old photo albums. At that moment, I was so disappointed that I lay on the ground and kicked and punched.

After kicking and beating like this for a while, I really found a baby.

It was a small black-and-white photograph of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with big bright eyes and a heroic look.

She really looks like her mother, but is she? In order to understand the mystery in my happiness, I ran to find my dad.

"It's your mother, she took it when she was eighteen years old. Your mother had to train and patrol at the same time, which was very hard! ”

Dad looked at the photo with a smile and talked about the past related to Mom, and his tone was full of pride. Of course, I also admire my mother, but after all, I am young and I don't understand some things at all, so I have to continue to consult my father.

"Dad, what do you mean by patrolling?"

The childish question made Dad lose the interest in chatting, he put the photo in a drawer and locked it, got up and went to the living room to watch TV.

"Look, how well I've kept this treasure, you'll definitely praise me when you see it."

I held the picture and shook it in front of my mother's eyes, I knew she could see it, she was "looking" with her heart.

"Didi, Didi......"

Caught off guard, the phone rang.

"Wenwen, how is your mother?"

This is a greeting from the other side of the ocean, sent by Aunt Jiang Yu.

"Wenwen, how is your mother's surgery? Awake? Still have a fever? ”

Aunt Ma Rui's care for her mother is always so meticulous and considerate.

"Fourth sister, I can't believe it when I learned that you had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

Uncle Zhanyang, whether he chatted or sent messages, was straight to the point, and what to say.

"Yun, aren't you going abroad with us? But, but, alas! ”

Aunt Yao Ping's panic is all reflected between the lines.

After replying to the elders one by one, I read the messages I received to my mother one by one. She definitely wants to know the content of the information, because they are five siblings who love each other.

Several uncles and aunts are all intellectual youths, among which Aunt Jiang Yu is the oldest and Uncle Zhan Yang is the youngest.

They met when they were working in Xiangjia Village, and although they were not related by blood, they were like their own siblings. Take care of each other, care for each other, no matter who has difficulties to solve together, no one has ever complained.

The most commendable thing is that their friendship has not changed with time and space, even today, even if Aunt Jiang Yu goes abroad, they are still in contact. I was deeply touched by this genuine friendship.

1971 was both the beginning of her friendship and her first year on the job, and it was an extraordinary year for her.

For this reason, I interviewed my mother and asked her to talk about her feelings during her first year of work. I also bought a brand new notebook to record our conversations so that I could use them to write down my thoughts about work.

But after waiting for a long time, I heard my mother say six words.

In this regard, I was very entangled, and continued to ask unwillingly: "Mom, please tell me more details, I am still going to record it carefully." ”

Mom glanced at me and said neatly: "It's over!" ”

"Finished? It's also too easy to understand. ”

I persevered in the third "interview", and it wasn't until my mother said "um" categorically that I had to give up the "interview".

Opening the notebook, I wrote six words in disappointment: "Very excited, very happy." ”