Sweet honey through the years

He was born in a remote mountain village, where backward and blocked, the traffic is very bad, even to go to the nearest town, but also need to climb more than 30 kilometers of mountain road, the whole day is only to run back and forth.

At that time, his family was poor. When he was 6 years old, his father passed away due to illness, so he had to live with his mother. This made his already difficult life worse.

Mother body thin and small, even pick a persimmon tree in the mountains, foot also need to pad several stones. However, mother is very strong, she pressed all the sadness in the bottom of her heart, silently bear everything. Since then, she has always had a pole on her shoulder, carrying seedlings at one end and her son at the other, walking through the terraced fields in the mountains.

The mother was very sad, thinking that God had let her lose her husband. But there was still a son alive and kicking, and that was her hope.

When my son was 9 years old, he suddenly got a strange disease. His whole body was cold, his hands and feet were cold, and he kept clamoring for sugar in his mouth. She gasped and carried her son back to the hospital at the entrance of the village, and the doctor shook his head and said to her: "The child is dying, you still hold him home." Give him whatever he wants, don't hurt the boy..."

She went home in a daze and, unable to hold back the anguish in her heart, cried out. She quickly dried her tears and returned to her son. She did not believe that fate was so unfair to her, and if the child really died, she would not want to live, because there was no hope for her in the world.

She borrowed from all her neighbors, but only managed to scrape together a small packet of sugar, and washed part of it with boiling water, which was instantly drunk by her son. The son calmed down and his temperature rose slightly, but within half an hour, his temperature began to drop again and he was clamoring for sugar again.

The neighbors volunteered to take care of him, and sent his mother to the nearby town to buy honey, because they thought honey was the sweetest thing in the world.

By this time, it was twilight. After much advice, his mother put him in place and set off in the direction of the town. In the middle of winter, the biting wind in the mountains made her thin clothes tremble, but she still walked forward without hesitation.

When it got dark, the fog in the mountains slowly gathered up, and the visibility was getting worse and worse, some animals also rushed to cry, which gave the original timid mother more heavy psychological burden. But she couldn't care less.

The next morning, she showed up at her door with a jar of honey in her arms. More than 30 kilometers of mountain road, she ran back and forth in only one night, so that the neighbors who were taking care of their son were amazed. She saw that her son was still the same, and excitedly opened the honey pot for her son to eat. The son drank the honey and soon recovered his calm. He stared at his mother, not knowing whether her head was frost or white hair, she had lost a lot of weight, and her pants legs were covered with mud and blood. Later I learned that my mother did not know how many times she fell down along the way, and as for the blood stains, it was her knocking on the door of the store late at night, and was bitten by the store's dog...

He drank the honey bought by his mother and miraculously recovered. The mother could not sleep for a long time, and later, she often convulsed, foaming at the mouth, and died six months later. The old man in the village said it was rabies.

Twenty years have passed, the whole mountain village has long changed its appearance, not only through the road, but also the mountains are covered with large and small factories, among which, there is a factory of the largest scale, that is he opened - a bee products company. It is worth mentioning that there is a beautiful cemetery behind the factory, which belongs to his mother. The inscription on the gravestone reads: "Bees are one of the most cherished spirits in the world. They gather flowers and make honey for the benefit of others, but they hardly ever enjoy the fruits of their Labour -- just like our mothers!"

(Because they love each other, they are the happiest brothers in the world.)