Unforgettable Moments

Past events are like stars, too many to count, but some of them are like branding irons that burn deep traces in my heart. One of them is an unforgettable moment, which appears like a movie from time to time and lingers in my mind.

It was one afternoon ten years ago when I was outside having fun with my buddies when suddenly, my elder uncle from the same village looked nervous and hurriedly carried my mother back from the field, saying quickly, "Xinxin, hurry up! Hurry up! Your mother is suffering from heat stroke! Go get a glass of water!" At that time, I was only six years old and did not understand anything. My father was sent to a distant place, Xinjiang, to perform the task of picking up cotton because he was a staff member, and the government decided to send a staff member to lead a team in each township here. I was the only one left in the family, and my mother, who was frail and sick, was in the busy farming season, so all the farm work fell on my physically thin mother. Mom is a hard-working and capable woman with a strong sense of responsibility, and she will not stop until all the work is done, even if she is tired.

That afternoon the sun was blazing and the corn was ripening. Our family had planted more than three acres of corn, and when my mother saw that the corn was ripe, she went to work before dawn. When she left, she put my meal in the pot and waited for me to wake up to eat it. I got up and ate breakfast and went out to play, not thinking to give my mom a drink of water. She didn't eat a bite of rice, didn't drink a drop of water, didn't pay attention for a single second, plus sweated too much, and consumed too much energy, her body was overdrawn, but she still insisted on working in the field, more than three acres of corn was almost finished by her, there were only two rows left. At this time, mom felt black-eyed, hair confused, a moment, not a moment, then she staggered to the village entrance and could not move, all of a sudden lying unconscious on the ground, fortunately, seen by a kind uncle, he rushed to carry mom back, put in a cool and ventilated place, drink some water, mom slowly recovered. At that time I saw my mother's bloodless face, pale lips, tightly closed eyes, I was so scared that I cried "wow", cried very sad, at that time only felt the sky spinning, almost fainted, that moment in my mind left a deep impression.

Under my uncle's careful care, my mother soon woke up. She opened her eyes slightly and looked for me everywhere: "Where is Xinxin? Xinxin, where is my daughter?" I hurriedly jumped on my mother and hugged her, crying bitterly and saying sadly, "Mom! Mom! I am afraid ......" Mom stroked my head and said breathlessly, "Son, don't be afraid, isn't mommy fine?" Later, mom could no longer work under the hot sun, branding the roots of the disease.

Since then, I often have nightmares at night, always dreaming of the scene of my mother's heatstroke, many times I woke up from the dream, that moment like the devil haunted me at all times, so I could not get rid of it.

Memories of summer

The summers I remember are always accompanied by the heat and humidity that is unique to the south. Birdsong and cicadas were incessant, a few white clouds lazily lying in the blue sky outside the countryside, and a bored white dog lying softly on the cool floor. The time when grandfather leisurely flipped through the book, wrinkles softly like a winding river, always said the years are quiet is probably so.

When it was raining, my father always had to run to rescue the vegetables he hadn't gotten right, and every time he came back he was covered in mud. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing. I'm behind the pretend to listen to the rain [actually do not want to write homework [crying with laughter]], sometimes bored to add a few strokes in the homework book. The memory of countless summer days also passed.

In the summer, my grandpa passed away, and the hot sun made me stand outside and almost can not distinguish in my face is sweat or tears. Later, after graduating from junior high school, also under such a hot sun, I finally understood that summer is a very sad season, because it is always full of parting.

The only thing I caught at the age of seven was not the summer, but the only cicada left in my childhood memory.