Passing through the world of mothers

A day to day existence, for an individual, need to gradually insight, nobody's experience is totally correct or off-base, each step taken, each impression stepped on, are the most strong brand in an individual's life.

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The mother frequently educated me concerning her experience, to allow me to try not to take a few diversions.

A melody I like is designated "Evening glow" and there are a couple of lines of verses that go this way: The moon is like water, the night is forlorn, the street has been obscured when I glance back at the opportunity I came; the street of memory, the temperature of tears ...... see yourself truly like you, walk the street you have strolled.

This is one of a handful of the tunes sung by Anita Mui in Mandarin, the song is wonderful, the verses are likewise gorgeous, a mother trusts that her girl won't fall where she has fallen. Actually the street not made a trip is alluring to everybody, similar to me.

At the point when I was youthful, my mom was somebody who had gone far. In the moderately shut open country, eating yam noodles consistently, eating dried yams, the stalks and leaves of yams, and even there will be Guanyin soil, eating individuals without energy. Yet, anybody with just enough energy will decide to disappear, so her subsequent sibling, my uncle, alongside the town's solid labor force, the whole way to Heihe, digging coal, getting by, thought about the arrangement of getting through the East. Up until this point over forty years, establishing many sections of land of dark land, ice and snow stained hair, the times to get back is not very many. Also, she grew up with her auntie cousin, with the family toward the west, not to get the sacred writings, just to fill the paunch. The entire way toward the west, lastly halted at a spot called Shizuishan, coal city, there are pits all over the place, the breeze and sand up, across the undetectable individuals. The Yellow Waterway wanders through the city, yellow for all intents and purposes.

The time was the last part of the 1960s, the city was turbulent, and the wide open was not quiet.

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Auntie cousin ventured out from home when she was a decade old, when my mom was five years of age, to her best sister, she generally held tight to her heart.

After thirteen years, my cousin brought forth a kid, however she needed to go to work and her family couldn't deal with her, so she examined with my grandma and requested that my mom assist with some family errands. So she ventured out from home and started her "excursion toward the west".

What sort of city was it?

Mother said, this city is known as the "little Hong Kong", the explanation is that the most stylish garments in Hong Kong, in a couple of days, will be around here. The mother, who had never been to Hong Kong in her life, was so certain on account of prattle.

Rather than the rich grass and water of the old neighborhood of Qilu, here the coal smoke, yellow sand to cover the eyes, and at times there will be a mine subsidence brought about by the house shaking, what merits remaining?

Later I understood that it was not the city or the irritating climate that merited her time, however a lifestyle and desires for what's in store.

At the point when the circle of one's life can bit by bit open up, her heart will be brimming with light.

In the middle between family tasks, the 18-or 19-year-old mother, paying attention to the radio and murmuring melodies, flipped through the word reference to perceive words: without a dad in her youngsters, the weight of the family was all on the oldest little girl, and following a couple of cold weather long periods of night school, she shakily educated a couple of basic pinyin words. The sign that she truly began learning was the point at which her auntie began educating her.

Auntie cousin truly focused on her. Around then, she was attractive, adaptable yet ignorant, so getting a new line of work was troublesome. Around then, regardless of how occupied she was consistently, her cousin demanded managing her subsequent to learning the expected words, following the word reference individually to see the shapes, such countless years after the fact she actually recalled many words nevertheless watched the news without being made sense of, aside from how she was unable to learn straightforward Pinyin spelling, since she had not learned Pinyin deliberately, I surmise on the off chance that she figured out how to type, five strokes would be more appropriate for her, yet tragically, as she became older, she no longer had the interest in learning. After the "severe" requests of her auntie, she gradually started to perceive a few words on items; she started to perceive a few sentences in books; she started to set to the side her profound southwestern Lu complement and communicate in Mandarin; and she started to perceive a large portion of the public statements while perusing the news.

My auntie's cousin breathed out, her mom's tears gushing in the attachments of her eyes, and at that point she understood that words had opened an entryway for herself and had turned into a light in her life.

This light enlightened her direction forward, as well as the way forward for her kids.

The time was the mid 1980s, while the spring breeze of change and opening up delicately touched Ocean side.

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Over twenty years after the fact, similar roads, a similar Helan Mountain, a similar Yellow Waterway twist.

The situation are unique, a young lady who called her auntie as a cousin came to the "little Hong Kong on the line" in her mom's mouth, still the mud and sand in the streams, still the sandy days of the loess wandering, under the dark He Lan Mountain in winter, the Yellow Waterway saves the wandering for a long period of time, actually yellow like no other.

As though making a film, the scene hasn't changed, the person walks during that time in a rebirth.

"I'm watching myself truly like you in the dimness protected by the evening glow, strolling the way you have strolled." The melody spread in the ears, tears in the attachments of the eyes.

Cousin auntie twisted sanctuaries stained with ice, eyes not quite as solid as they thought in those days, this extreme lady according to my mom, strolling out and about for certain limped advances. Yet pointing energetically to the store, she said: your mom likes to come here to shop; highlighting the little store, she said: your mom likes to arrive at this store to eat snacks. Then she drove me to her mom, who had left when she was youthful and had just come back to her old neighborhood two times, and whom I called my auntie and grandma, my grandma's sister.

The elderly person was clearly a little befuddled, a little head, wrinkles slithered all around his face, she saw me, eyes sad, think I accepted me as my mom, opened his mouth and inquired: when will you bring me back home?

Still a hard southwestern Lu complement, difficult to jab my tears constrained out. Indeed, even following quite a while of sand and wind in an unfamiliar land, I have not lost my genuine nature.

I can't return this anywhere near eighty year old to her yearned for old neighborhood, where every one of her kids are, and where her better half is covered, and where she should be all things considered.

I accompanied good tidings from my grandma and mom, and the rest, I needed to do, yet proved unable. They are a nail behind the scenes of easy street, currently in a proper situation to assume their part, I have more energy, yet can not pull out from it.

Luckily, luckily, the city roads are not quite as tight as my mom portrayed, but rather wide and clean; luckily, luckily, the city's horizon is that brilliant, far away from the Helan Mountains twisting, hard stance doesn't lose the model of the past; luckily, luckily, a solid local voice with the hardness of the Gobi Desert and the delight of the red wolfberry; luckily, luckily, the huge bowl of lamb shy noodles is as yet smoking hot taste fragrant ......

Twenty years of age when the mother got back to her old neighborhood, then as indicated by the custom of the old neighborhood matchmaking wedded, turned into the lady of the dad, turned into my mom. Mainly, you must have the option to take advantage of your life. Still up in the air to send her kids out to see the rest of the world.

I have consistently trusted that the human condition, as it were, experience a sort of rebirth. I came to the spot in the south of the line, sleeping in the city of the Pearl of the Sierra, strolled through the main four years of my life, read the books I needed to peruse, met individuals I will always remember ......

I saw individuals she needed to see for her mom, glanced back at the landscape for her, tasted the lamb modest noodles she could always remember, and experienced the glow of the breeze in the mid year evening.

Maybe one day, I will carry her to this spot in the future, to see with her close to home auntie cousin close by, to embrace this place that is known for her memory with profound friendship.