fewer of sadness. My mother has grown nearly 7 ten-day old man, although the physique can also, but also white-haired and walking craggy, look in the eyes lost past brilliance, pure white face drape on increasing. Mother old!
Mother didn't go to school and illiterate, but temperate, kind-hearted, considerate. Mother lifetime not make public, nothing much good, words rarely, won't kidding, never recruit who provoke who, borne quietly years of grinding dozen. From the mother, married farming reared me and brother, sister, make each pulling adults have oneself of teenagers. Today is mother of children and grandchildren, lived a well-fed glut, remaining in life. But, calm down to think about, suddenly thought mother this lifetime is very not easy. The old girl in the bland, for families to offer life energy. Mother is like a not well-known trees, experienced wind, experienced rain, with her stubborn body for we hold up the shade of green shade.
Mother is eaten bitter, has received the sin. The old girl born in a remote poor villages. Then there is the land all hills, high and low, the pit pit KanKan, undulating, people in the village all lived a decade nine don't accept the bitter days. Listening to wet years also good, if meets the drought, will particles don't accept, villagers had to pull the rice stick around begging. Grandpa alive often mention one thing: a year their village rain, spring drought broken meal at home, not a grain of grain son to appease hunger, only the leaves into the streets away when the meal. Adults can also carry live, can still less than a year old mother zha endure, and hungry mother crying more than all day. Then suddenly one day grandma see her sallow and emaciated
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