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Everything our parents gave us, they didn't understand their sufferings when they were young; When you grow up, you should understand.
I was born in the countryside of Neijiang City, Sichuan Province, and our village is next to Zigong City, the Millennium salt capital. My parents are cultivators, with no education and skills, but only farming. There are two babies at home, my brother and I. My brother is six years older than me. At that time, the family was poor, did not have enough to eat and put on.
As far as I can remember, three meals of porridge and one meal of white rice are rare at home, let alone meat, so our family is very thin. My brother and I are both dressed by relatives. It happens that my brother and I are six years behind, and the clothes and pants that he can't wear are just what I can continue to wear. I look forward to the Spring Festival every year, because I can have a new dress or a new pair of shoes to wear every year.
My parents are honest farmers and timid. They have neither the courage to do business nor the conditions to work (the two children at home are left unattended, and grandparents don't help). They can only keep those acres to make a living and support our two brothers.
They are like two cows, carrying the heaviest plow on their backs and turning their backs on us, silently opening up territory for their brothers and guiding the direction.
At that time, families in the same village asked their children to go out to work or go to technical schools after finishing junior high school, and come out as soon as possible to make money to subsidize their families. However, no matter how difficult the family is, parents are extremely determined to let us study. Although they can't help us study, they provide us with opportunities to study and encourage us to continue reading, because they are only illiterate.
In fact, the domestic labor force is seriously inadequate. We two brothers, regardless of age, have to go into battle, transplanting rice, threshing corn, harvesting corn, rubbing corn and fertilizing beans. I am not sensible, I always like to be lazy, and my parents occasionally blame me. They always say jokingly, "When you get to your mother-in-law's house, you won't be able to do anything, and the door won't let you in."
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In fact, we can suffer a lot less, but God seems unwilling.
As long as I can remember, the relationship between my grandparents and my mother has been very stiff. My grandmother gave birth to six children, three children and three girls. My daughters are married, my father is the second child, and the other two brothers are my uncle and my fifth uncle.
Uncle uncle and grandparents live in the same yard, and the relationship is relatively harmonious. When my parents got engaged in our house, my grandparents and grandparents were very unhappy for some reason. After marriage, they have been a stumbling block to my mother, and even had an abortion because they were forced to work during pregnancy.
Later, resentment finally broke out, and my parents moved out of the yard, reapplied for a homestead one kilometer away and built a new house. In my impression, my grandparents didn't help my family much, and even seldom came to my home. I have been taking care of my children since I was a child, but I have been taking care of my uncle's children and have always been indifferent to our two brothers. Every new year, grandparents' lucky money or something doesn't exist for our two brothers.
My brother entered high school, because he could live on campus, and my parents made up their minds to go out to work. Grandpa finally agreed to take care of me when I was still in the third grade of primary school.
After many years, what impressed me the most was the cold rice and rice soup cooked by my grandfather every day, accompanied by a sauerkraut breakfast.
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Happy families are roughly the same; Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
In the third month when my parents went out to work, there was unfortunate news from the factory. Father was involved in the blender because of negligence, and his foot was scrapped. It was my grandfather who got the news first. When he told us, I just thought it was no big deal. I still look forward to my parents coming home early and bringing me toys.
Later, my dad was helped back with crutches, and most of his feet were taken back, but he limped and looked less agile than before.
When I received them, several months had passed, and my mother's face was still sad. The whole village came to see my father's injury with supplements.
I am very happy when I look at so many delicious foods. Later, I became a little more sensible. Looking back on this, I really want to slap myself.
In Guangzhou in the 1990s, workers were not effectively guaranteed at work, and his father's disability only brought him 25,000 yuan. At that time, the atmosphere at home became very stuffy. Looking at my parents' sad faces, I began to take the initiative to help my family do all kinds of things that I could.
Today, I have no impression of my grandparents helping my family. All the burdens in life are on my mother, and my father can't help if he wants to. He began to lose his temper and give up on himself. He didn't go out with us, saying he was afraid of embarrassing us.
Once during a busy farming season, my mother was so busy that my grandparents refused to help. After a busy day, she will cook for us when she gets home. After dinner, my mother didn't go to the table to eat. I heard her crying in the direction of my grandparents' house in the dam. The voice is desolate and helpless, and it travels far and far because of my high terrain. I still can't forget my mother's lonely figure standing on the hillside and crying in the wind.
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I can't understand how my mother felt at that time, and even think how she was so weak. Later I learned that my mother was really tired. A woman took on a home by herself. Farmland and mountains shuttle back and forth, picking manure, transplanting rice seedlings and sowing seeds. She knows everything and has to do everything by herself.
I have to take care of my father and young me when I go home, but she never complains to us. I don't know how many nights she secretly wiped her tears.
Perhaps I have read too many articles and blurred my judgment on human nature. After I went to college, I thought that my grandparents are old now, and they are good to my father, so I should be kind to them in the future.
But when I wrote this, I felt more and more sorry for my parents, who raised our two brothers on that acre of land. Until we grew up, they never mentioned those bitterness to anyone. Maybe they couldn't express it, or maybe they thought it was inhuman.
Although grandparents are old now, they seldom contact us. I think the reason is not that they still insist on that arrogance, but that they feel guilty inside.
I remember the last time I went back to my hometown was two or three years ago. I went to see them that night, and they were very enthusiastic. I hesitated, but I gave my grandmother some money alone to buy more supplements. Grandma suddenly grabbed my hand excitedly, her eyes were red, and then she said, "I'm sorry, son."
I didn't listen and soon stopped her from apologizing. Time is not a good medicine for all wounds. I can't really forgive them because I don't want to recall that sad childhood.
Now my brother and I both work in the same city and have brought my parents here.
As for my hometown, I haven't been back for several years, not because I can't, but because I don't want to. No matter where I am, my peace of mind is my hometown; If you don't want to live a quiet life, your hometown is also a foreign land. ...