Many years ago, my family lived in an old tiled house. Because the family was poor, the walls were not painted. When the rainy season came, the roof leaked everywhere. There was nothing to cover. Now I feel a little home. The memories that my family gave me were always so vague, but behind this ambiguity was engraved the most painful memories. The walls are dark, the marks are mottled, some are left by the flowing water, some are left by the impact, and some of us who are not sensible are drawn ... one by one, every scene, clear in the blur.
In such a small family, one of the most ordinary families in China, there is another extraordinary wall. This wall is dim, old, and has the scars of the roads left by the years. In my memory, they are so Clear, so unforgettable, as if every scar on the wall was engraved on my heart, it made me heartbreak.
Although my home is poor, I will not dislike it because it saves a penny to nourish me; although my home is not harmonious, I will not run away because it teaches me to be good with others; although my home is deserted, I do I'm troubled because it taught me enthusiasm in the desert ... the power of the home is great, but also very small. The power of home is great because it leads me step by step to maturity and towards this complex society; the power of home is small because it is just a component of a tiny dust in this universe. There is no slight effect on this universe.
In this family, I have to talk about someone, because she gave me life and gave me a heart that can understand. It was her every action that affected me, from the beginning to the present. Who is she? She is my mother, a miniature of Chinese rural women, and the most beautiful personification of kindness and kindness.
以来 Since I was little, my mother's memories are always so deep and so clear.
My mother is a non-talkative person, but she always talks in front of guests. When my mother speaks, I seem to be very nervous. I always want to say everything in my heart at a breath, when the words come to my mouth At that time, it was so difficult to reveal, so, in the eyes of others, the mother became a bitch. In fact, they don't understand anything. They would rather trust their eyes and ears than look at and listen with a sentimental heart. Sometimes, the mother will say something wrong. When the mother says something wrong, she will be scolded by her father. Dad is a face-saving person. Family members are never allowed to lose face in front of guests, especially their attitude towards mother. Be more determined. Many times, when my mother was scolded by her father, her mother said nothing and silently endured it. There were so many grievances in her heart that she was like this. I do n’t know how to persuade. I just watched from the side and felt the same as her. pain. In this way, repeated sufferings and tortures in her heart made her many years of oppression into wrinkles on her face, as well as ingrained scars in my heart.
Since I went to school, whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances, my mother's clear face will come to my eyes, so I bear it silently like my mother. Suppressing all the resentment in my heart, but this feeling is not cowardly.
My mother is a wall, a wall that shelters me from the wind and rain, with my memory engraved on it, as well as the pain and bitterness experienced by my mother. Whenever I returned home to see the dark wall, I didn't have the heart to touch it, because her heart had not healed, she could not stop bleeding, and the years continued to be ruthlessly destroyed and eroded ...
Mom, I salute you. You are a wall. Although mottled, it is better than a copper wall and iron wall. Although dim, it is more beautiful than flowers. Although old, but as new as before, I hope you will never stand. My sky.
Now, the house is still a tile house, and the wall is still earthen. Just because your spirit is never old, as blue as the sky.
Mom is a wall, a wall that no one can replace, solid and heavy ...
