? A Brief Account of the Past is a narrative of Gui Youguang, a writer in Ming Dynasty, who remembers his dead mother. It contains deep mourning for her mother: he mourns her short and hard life and praises her simple and noble character. The author picks up some trivial matters in her mother's daily life before her death, and describes the image of a hardworking, thrifty, kind and strict mother teaching her children, with praise in her narrative.
Gui Youguang's prose often gives people a warm touch with details. On the occasion of Mother's Day, I only hope that you will cherish every minute you spend with your mother, and don't have the heartbreaking feeling of Gui Youguang-"What is there a mother in the world?" It hurts! "
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Gui Youguang
? Zhou Ruren was born on February 21st, the first year of Hongzhi. /kloc-come back in 0/6 years. Women born over the years are quiet, and quiet are big sisters; There is light in the period; Another woman was born, one was ruined and one was infertile; After living for more than a year, 12 months pregnant; Over the years, you were born smoothly; One year old, meritorious service. People who make meritorious deeds are also healthier than those who breast-feed their children. However, I looked at the maids and said, "How much I suffer for my children!" " The old woman filled two snails with a glass of water and said, "If you drink this, pregnancy will not count." I can't tell you what I can do.
On May 23rd, 2008, a Confucian died. When you see your family crying, you will cry with them. However, I still feel that my mother is sleeping, which hurts! So the family postponed painting, gave birth to a second son, and was ordered to draw a lamp on the nose and a big sister under the nose. With his second son, Xiao Mu.
Confucian people are afraid of laurel. Great grandfather is taboo. My ancestors were taboo and students. He, the mother who lives in Wujiaqiao, goes three miles southeast of the county seat; From Qiandunpu to the south, straight bridge and Xiaogang to the east, people gather around, and Zhoujia is also the best. My grandfather and his three brothers are heroes, honest and simple; Talk to others in the village and love all your children and nephews.
Confucian Wujiaqiao is the rule of kapok; When you enter the city, you will be caught, with bright lights, every night. My ancestors asked questions in two days. Children don't worry about rice, oil and salt, and it is very hard not to make plans at night. In winter, the charcoal scraps in the fire made the handmaid into a ball, full of exposure. There are no idle people in the house. The older children are climbing clothes, the younger children are hugging their chests and their hands are constantly sewing. Sprinkle water indoors. When you meet a slave, you are kind. Although I am in Chu, I can't bear to say anything in the future. At the age of 20, Wu Jiaqiao gave fish and crabs cake bait and let everyone eat it. I heard that Wujiaqiao had arrived, and everyone in my family was very happy. Youguang is seven years old and is in a good school with his brother. Every time it rains, she needs to stay away from her brother, and she loves her, so she can't stay. Confucian people go to bed at night and encourage them to recite the filial piety in the dark, that is, to read it word for word, which is joy.
If the child dies, so will the mother. The Zhou family has sheep and dogs. Aunt died, and fourth aunt returned to Guggenheim, dead, relying on thirty people. Only my grandfather and my second uncle exist.
Eleven years after the death of a Confucian scholar, the elder sister was taken in by Wang San, and so was the one employed by the Confucian scholar. 12 years, I was an official disciple, 16 years, I got married and was hired by obedient people. Hold your daughter in your arms, caress her and benefit the children. In the middle of the night, I didn't cry, just chasing those two, as if it was yesterday, and the rest were at a loss. There is no mother in the world. What's the matter? It hurts!
Translation:
? The late mother Zhou Ru was born on February 21st of the first year of Hongzhi. Married at sixteen. The following year, I gave birth to my daughter Shu Jing. Shu Jing is my sister. A year later, I was born, and another year I gave birth to a man and a woman. One died after birth, and the other only lived for a year. After another year, I gave birth to Shang, pregnant 12 months. In the second year, Shu Shun was born, and a year later, he made meritorious service. After meritorious service was born, it was more difficult for my mother to support him than the previous children. So she often frowned and said to several maids, "I am really miserable with so many children." An old woman brought two snails with a glass of water and said, "If you drink this glass of water, you won't get pregnant often." My mother raised her glass and drank the water at one go. She lost her voice and could not speak.
On May 23rd, 2008, my mother passed away. Children are still young, and when they see adults crying at home, they cry with them, but they think their mother is asleep. Really sad! Then, the family invited an artist to paint the portrait of my late mother, brought the two children to the painter's eyes and said to him, "The portrait was painted with light on the nose and quietly under the nose." Because these two children look like their mother.
My mother's name is Gui. Grandfather's name is Ming; Grandfather is a famous student; Grandma's surname is He. Grandfather has lived in Wujiaqiao for generations. Wujiaqiao is located in the southeast of Kunshan County, 30 miles away from the urban area, passing through Qiandunpu, reaching the bridge in the south and Xiaogang in the east. There are many families living in the village, all surnamed Zhou. Grandpa and his three brothers are very influential in the local area because of their rich family. They pay attention to simplicity. Grandpa often talks with the villagers in a harmonious and cordial way, and everyone likes it when they see his nephew.
When my first mother went to Wujiaqiao's house, she was a cotton maker. Back to her husband's house in the city, she twisted the thread, often lit a small lamp and worked until midnight. Grandfather sends someone to deliver something every three days. There is no shortage of food at home, but my mother works hard all day like she is too poor to open the pot. In winter, she asked the maid to make charcoal balls and let them bask under the steps one by one. There is no waste at home, and there are no idle people at home. The older children are holding their clothes, the younger ones are nursing in their arms, their hands are still sewing, and the room is tidy and clean. Be kind to servants, even if you have to hit them with a stick, you can't bear to speak ill of others behind their backs. Wujiaqiao sends fish, crabs and cakes every year, and everyone can have them at any time. The family was very happy when they heard that someone was coming from Wujiaqiao.
When I was seven years old, my cousin and I went to Jin Jia school. Every rainy day, my cousin always spends the night at school. I really want to stay at school, but I can't. I must hurry home. My mother woke up in the middle of the night and whispered to me to recite the Book of Filial Piety. I was only happy when I finished reciting it word for word.
After my mother died, so did my grandmother He. The Zhou family was infected with the plague. My aunt passed away; Married in the four menstrual families and died; Thirty people died in a row. Only my grandfather and uncle are still alive.
Eleven years after her mother's death, Sister Shu Jing married Sister Wang Sanjie. This marriage was made by her mother before her death. Twelve years after my death, I was reborn. 16 years later, I got married, and this marriage was arranged for me before my mother died. A year later, I had a daughter. My wife and I love her very much and miss my mother very much. Tears with my wife in the middle of the night, recalling a few things before her death, as if it happened yesterday, and I can't remember the rest. Is there a mother in the world? God, how sad!