Mom said: He's old, he wants to curse, let him curse!

　　It is rare to have free time to drive, early to get up yourself, but unknowingly hike to the entrance of the town library. I was standing there: the slightly annoying breeze slipped by obscenely in front of my eyes, and my mind inexplicably replayed the unforgettable years of struggling under the sea of books and words.

　　Licking the chatter of those years, I took that step that has long been rusty: running to the library.

　　The library, with its huge collection of books, made itself overwhelmed all of a sudden. In this bookshelf in front of the slip, in front of that bookshelf with a hand to pull pull pull, half a day down in the hand is not a sure want to observe the book. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

　　Maybe it was the shame that did the trick! A book from the Gratitude series and my eyes began to communicate. Without further hesitation, I gently took the book down, walked quickly to a corner with fewer people, pulled out a stool, and sat down.

　　Many times, no one knows what will happen in the next moment. I didn't expect myself, because of the content in this book, in just 3 hours of reading time, tears drove down my face 7 times.

　　I remember there was this article in it. My mother was critically ill and nearing the end of her good time on earth. The best attending surgeon of the hospital is also the daughter of this mother, but she can do nothing but watch her loved ones leave, and can only hate the familiar taste of motherly love fading away. One such incident occurred during the last years of this physician's life with her mother. One mother's daughter was in desperate need of a cornea, just as another mother's son was about to be reborn. The daughter's mother knelt and cried out, and finally, the son's father agreed. The son's mother, however, let out the harsh words: her son was dead, so how could he leave this world intact? These harsh words drifted through the hospital, accompanied by loud echoes that pierced the physician's ears.

　　She came between these 2 families and did the peacemaker. In the spirit of the lofty banner of saving lives, she also joined the camp of her daughter's mother.

　　"Would you like your loved one to leave the world crippled? You speak up! As a doctor, it's great to have saved a few people!" The son's mother's ruthlessness once again pierced her heart, dancing a special life education series in the silent hospital corridor.

　　Perhaps the physician did not know that the ruthlessness had not only pierced her heart, but also her own mother's psyche. The mother moved her baby steps and stumbled behind the crowd for a few minutes already.

　　"Daughter, is it okay to use my corneas?" From the crowd emerged a faint, yet surprising voice. After speaking, the mother looked straight at the physician with those withered eyes, her eyes never leaving her daughter for half a step.

　　Looking at the mother's pale face, messy hair, and purple lips, that physician did not speak.

　　"Daughter, come over here some more, I want to see you properly." The mother knew that this would be the last time she could hold her daughter in her heart and take her to heaven.

　　At that time, I do not know why I did not put the valve of tears, a dry face, and a clear spring appeared.

　　I moved my arm over my mother's words and buried my head in the space between my arms. The right hand hanging on the thigh also pulled hard into a fist and pressed hard into the deepest part of the thigh.

　　Yes! Are you willing to see your loved ones leave the world crippled? This is the real psychological picture of the physician at that time. The great mother already knew her daughter's embarrassment and difficulty at that time, and the mother herself knew that the next word she said would be a promise to a family, would be indifferent to the crippled life, and would be the last thing she could do for her daughter.

　　Looking at the great love of a thin and powerless mother, the fierce woman who is also a mother finally compromised.

　　"After all, my son's corneas are younger and have a higher success rate." In the eyes of our onlookers, it was the great love of the physician's mother that ignited the fire of her love. After deciding to donate her child's corneas, the mother simply said this

　　"Looking at the eager and peaceful eyes of the physician mother when she looked at her daughter, how I also wished that the eyes of my son on that girl could also keep watching me and accompany me."

　　The article came to a close, and the tears seemed to reach a climax. Lifting my head slightly, the tears swirled in a lovely halo on the book, and gradually blurred my eyes, as if I saw my mother in the halo.

　　My mother's life was also written with suffering and strength in her own unrepentant life.

　　The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the market. However, people are a little different after all.

　　There are so many things that impress me. I remember an incident that happened in the first year of school!

　　My father put on another big fight against my mother. And I, like the little girl who sold matches, huddled in a cold corner, shivering, alone with tears, through the dark days of my childhood. Later, my mother could not bear it and left home to go to a relative's house in Shanghai.

　　There was no pain, no feeling of alienation, there was only numbness. There are only dull eyes, there are only occasional crows flying over after a burst of giggles. People say: that the crow flies over and brings misfortune to people. When will I be lucky enough to meet this misfortune and die a painful death? At that time, I had such a thought, but now I think I was fortunate not to die.

　　One night after my mother left, my father took a wooden stick and hit me on the head, forcing me to call my mother on the other side of Shanghai, the purpose and content of the call were to ask my mother to come home. But there was not a single word in my father's instructions that he was wrong. Not even one word of such implication appeared.

　　Maybe it was my crying, or maybe it was my good fortune that in any case my mother still returned to the house a few days later. One day a few years after the event I once asked my mother.

　　"Mom, why did you come back then."

　　Mother laughed, laughed hard and loud.

　　"Silly boy, because you are my son! If I didn't have you at home, I wouldn't have come back."

　　How simple, how direct, how true the words.

　　At the moment think about what I would be like now if my mother wasn't coming back. It will be in prison every day giggling scum, will be begging in the streets of the little guy, will be and father every day fighting unfilial son, or perhaps I have long been in this world! For sure, there will not be the present me who can still fiddle with a few words. I don't dare to think about it, and I don't need to think about it, because my mother is back. She smiled at me every day, told me to leave my keys in the same place, did my laundry every day, helped me take out the trash in my room without my knowledge, and set aside a little warm water for me every day (because my mother knew I would drink water first every morning), and surprisingly, told me every day: your father is old, he scolded, let him scold a little! If you can't help it, go away.

　　I lamented my mother's love for me, but also the changes in my mother. The man who was once so cruel to her, now also surprisingly appeared in her list of silent care. Maybe this is what traditional Chinese culture calls blessing!

　　Once the smoke filled the home, now gradually revealing the original face of the home, smoke also slowly faded a lot. We gradually grew up. To be exact, I grew up, my mother grew old, and my father grew even older. Now there will be such a thing. When I had something to eat at home, I would always give it to the kids next door or the neighbors, and every time they would always say the same thing they had heard for more than 20 years, "Shui Feng, don't give it to us anymore, so your father will see it and scold you again." I, every time, smiled and said nothing more, and the next time I had something good to eat, I always sneaked it to the neighbors when my father was not home. I knew that the neighbors would not stop with that comment, but I also always remembered what my benefactor had said: Just do the right thing and go for it. It is because of my mother that I have been blessed with this, it is because of my mother that I can have the heart to give good food to others often, and it is because of my mother that I have everything I have today.

　　Always will remember the sentence: your father is also old, he scolded it, let him scold two! To my most beloved mother.