Banana fans are called cattail fans and sunflower fans in many places. This kind of fan is light, windy and cheap. It used to be an indispensable item for China people to enjoy the cool. Speaking of banana fans, I can't help thinking of Jigong's old banana fan and the one the Monkey King borrowed from Princess Iron Fan. Legends can only be legends. In reality, this banana fan always touches me and is deeply hidden in my heart.
When I return to my hometown, I always want to see this semi-old house. The house is still there, and the owner of the house has left. The old house where no one lives smells of mildew. What I can't accept most is the cold sadness that welled up in my heart. I miss my parents who used to live here, and I miss my family happiness. The old house is home, and there is a feeling of never leaving in the old house.
The wooden stairs are a little moldy. Hold the wall carefully. The decoration in the room is still the same. An old brown bed where my parents used to depend on each other; A desk used by my father to read and write and record the years; An old-fashioned desk with two drawers for suitcases.
Every time I go upstairs, I always look around everything here, which always brings me such bitterness. I know there is nothing left here, but I often go to pull the drawers of my desk or fiddle with things. On this day, my eyes turned to the camphor box on the desk with two drawers. Camphor box is the treasure of many families, and old and broken boxes are reluctant to throw away. There are two camphor wood boxes, the one below is slightly larger and the one above is slightly smaller. In our hometown, after death, everything used before death will go with the owner. Whenever I see the furniture used by these parents, I always feel a sense of sadness. There are two wooden cases and two drawers on the desk, some of which are high. The wooden box in memory should be empty. I stood on tiptoe and looked at the empty box, which was also an idea. When I opened a wooden box that had been opened many times, I saw a banana fan under the box.
The banana fan is broken. With the appearance of banana fan, mother's figure clearly came into our eyes. The fan is still there, but I can't see its owner, my mother.
I picked up the banana fan carefully and shed two lines of tears involuntarily. How painful it is.
Before, my mother said that this banana fan was bought from a vendor at/kloc-0.50 cents. In the past, the market was not prosperous, and only hawkers would carry the burden and come to such a high mountain village by village to do small business and maintain their vitality. The change of times and money is the most obvious. I'm afraid few people will pick up a dime when it falls on the ground. When I was a child, I often sang "I found a penny by the roadside and gave it to my uncle, the people's police." No one uses a penny now.
/kloc-the banana fan bought at 0/5 cents is hidden in the depths of the box, which shows that my mother loves this fan.
Fans, for our three brothers and sisters, are already familiar with the bones. In the past mountainous areas, it was also cool in summer, and some were old, weak and sick, covered with thick quilts all the year round. Young people also need to cover themselves with things when they sleep at night to avoid catching cold. Now back in the countryside, many farmers have installed air conditioners, which is really surprising. A few days ago, a new banana fan was added at home, which looks as imposing as air conditioning now.
Banana fans have been sleeping at the bottom of the box for years. At that time, my mother died. Why didn't my mother take this fan away? Forgot it, or kept it on purpose. Unknown. The fan is broken, but the outline of the fan is clean. The edge of the fan is sewn with a broken belt. In the past, many people bought new fans made of cloth strips, which were not easy to be damaged, and could also avoid rubbing bamboo strips on their faces when using them.
My mother seldom used this fan as long as I can remember. A small bamboo tube is nailed to the wall beside the bed for inserting fans. The fan is inserted in it, which is convenient to use and, more importantly, not easy to break down. The banana fan in front of us is made of bamboo leaves, which is very light and brittle. If you don't pay attention, it will be broken. As the owner of the fan, my mother always inserted the fan in the bamboo tube beside the bed before her death.
My mother used this banana fan when the three of us were young. It is used to drive away flies for us during the day and mosquitoes for us at night. When the weather is hot, my mother uses it to bring us cool air. Mom is here, the fan is there, and we are enjoying it safely.
In the former countryside, adults and children all had the habit of taking a nap in summer. Many times, mother will hug her youngest sister and put her to bed, and she will take a nap there. At this time, the mother will fan the children and let them fall asleep in the arms of happiness. Sometimes, my mother will spread a mat on the floor, fan us and let us fall asleep beautifully. Because of fatigue, my mother often falls asleep while playing with the fan, and doesn't even know that the fan has dropped. At that time, we were always ignorant. We don't know how the fan in mom's hand fell off, and sometimes we talk about mom impatiently. Now that I think about it, I'm so worried.
After dinner, mother will clean the mat in advance. Mom always said, wipe it, it will be cooler to sleep. After wiping the mat, my mother will use the banana fan inserted by the bed to drive away the mosquitoes in the mosquito net, and then put down the curtains. At that time, we three brothers and sisters, lying in a bed, slept soundly. No matter how busy and hard my mother is, she will never forget to do it.
Many times, I always count on my mother to sleep with us. It's just that mothers have endless housework. Pack your things, tidy up your things, and clean up the garbage. What I do most is to take the sole and sew clothes under that kerosene lamp. Nevertheless, my mother often sits by the bed and fans us until we fall asleep. In fact, we will never know how long my mother has been playing with the fan. Sometimes, we argue with our mother that it is too hot to sleep, or there are mosquitoes in it to sleep, so that mother will come to sleep. Mom is in front of the bed, even for a while, which is so comforting to my brother and sister. "Only mothers are good in the world." With mom and Fan, we can sleep in peace.
In winter, my mother put the fan away and put it at the bottom of the box to let the fan hibernate. All this is just that we don't know. A ten-cent banana fan was hidden like a treasure by my mother. Perhaps, in my mother's opinion, in next summer, we can still use this fan to drive away flies and mosquitoes around us and drive away the heat, so that we can enjoy happiness safely.
The fan is there, but mother is not. I stood with this banana fan for a long time. I don't know where I am, but I miss my mother.
The greatest pain in life is where will you go. Today's meeting will still be here tomorrow. Young people leave home and their parents raise their own adults. Grown up and left. You can enjoy yourself, but Karen has left. How cruel it is, just what everyone needs to face.
Old houses don't go, not only old houses, but also parents' love for their children and parents' dedication to their children. I got married, lived a rich life, remembered my parents who raised me, and my reward became empty. It's too late to fan my mother and let her know the temperature of the air conditioner. Everything became a pity.
A banana fan, a dime, is mother's love and mother's hard work. There will be no ifs in life, and nothing will turn back. I remember when my mother was seriously ill, she could only go back to visit on weekends. That day, I got up early in the morning to greet my mother's bed. Mother sat by the bed and knew I was leaving. My mother is full of energy and said to me, "Don't worry about going to work, be careful when commuting by bike." I just nodded and left my mother silently.
Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been in a dilemma. In my opinion, loyalty to the country is filial piety to parents. My mother can't read. She just says, "Don't worry about me. You are promising. This is the best reward for your father and me." I think the promise in my mother's heart is loyalty to the country.
"Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. " A banana fan is the epitome of an era, which hides the mother's love for her children and connects the hearts of mother and child.