My mother i a typical country woman. Once, the country women hardly topped to take a ret. Beide raiing the children, they had to till the land and ow. To increae income, they needed to feed pig and grow vegetable a a ideline. To reduce expenditure, they alo had to ew clothe for children in peron at night.
A far a I can remember, my mother ha alway been very buy. Some of thoe picture have left a deep impreion on me.One of the cene wa that he aked me and my younger brother to it quietly in front of the pigty while he wa cleaning up the dung of pig with my younget brother on her back. My mother wa hort. Sitting outide of the pigty and looking inide, we could ee only her head tanding a little higher than the pigty. Therefore, her and my younget brother’ head were riing and falling, a if truggling in the huge wave.Another cene wa that when the buy farming eaon came, my father and uncle often ate omething before noon to top hunger while they were working in the field. The refrehment wa alty porridge a uual, which wa cooked with lat night’ leftover and unpolihed rice. Carrying the alty porridge and walking on the only one-foot-wide ridge, my mother took great pain to make for the field. The bulk of the two bucket which
he wa carrying were much larger than her ize. It eemed a if he were carried by the two bucket rather than he wa carrying them. Then a high-pitched voice wa heard, “Hey, come on! Come and have alty porridge!” Her voice carried quite a few mile away.[由www.haoZuowen.Com整理]
The other cene wa that he would go to the temple, burn jo tick and worhipped God a long a her children got ick. Every time I ee her kneeling before Bodhiattva for a long time with tightly-cloed eye and muttering prayer in her mouth, I find her face o beautiful that nothing in the world can compare to it. Her face i a beautiful a Bodhiattva’ on the holy table. No, he i more beautiful than Bodhiattva becaue my mother ha real fleh and blood. Everyone’ mother i Bodhiattva and mother’ heart i like the heart of Buddha.
Becaue I’ve kept thoe memorie about my mother firmly in my mind, no matter what adverity I come acro, I can alway exact myelf and go forward, with thankfulne. In addition, that’ why I’ve never aid a word againt my mother ince a very young age.