Core Tip: uncle sent sections of the lotus growing their own. I made a few meals attached fried lotus root Ding. Eating eating, impatient with his son: when in a certain mood, the feeling will become dull, as I now. ... Uncle sent sections of the lotus growing their own. I made a few meals attached fried lotus root Ding. Eating eating, impatient with his son: when in a certain mood, the feeling will become dull, as I now.


-year-old son likes to haunt me, want me to tell stories to him, also named, said the story of a child to listen to her mother. Every time I speak also compiled by the order of , and listen, now is the 'mother the story of the thirty-second set of a child', I said to him.
talking, my mind went back twenty years ago, which, although difficult but also very warm day of ... ...
when I was in junior high school in 1986, when Despite the reform and opening up, as if only the beginning of the contract responsibility system,piumini moncler, every family's life and not much improvement. The only to I am impressed is tuition. fifth grade, or five dollars when, and to rise to junior high school,moncler, suddenly rose to more than one hundred forty yuan. I was the boss, subordinates and two sisters and a brother. sister and brother still small, not in school. Although his father is a section of town,casque dr dre, a railway maintenance worker, but he wages a person, only to get three dozen per month to support the four of us are really very easy. much less go to school the. mother sold the house he just bite the bird feeding a six to seven months of the teenagers of the pig, give me cobble together a school tuition.
then the junior school has dormitory. Although simple, an annual accommodation there are dozens of dollars. my house six miles from the school, the mother said that although the road is not far, but on the study, a girl eight or nine in the evening,polo ralph lauren, Heidengxiahuo to rush to the home and always people do not trust to stay out. So every Sunday afternoon on the back of my bag, put on the early mother prepared food for me, hit the road.
I still can remember my mother cooking equipment The two jars. They take only about rings than his hands into the slightly larger space. is clay, ocher color,beats by dre, the surface of the glaze, the issue of a dull yellow in color. tank is exposure, in its neck Department, there are four strings can wear a small ear. mother had me firmly fastened fine linen.
I walk in the way to school, sometimes to stop and gently opened the lid, the mother I did cook the soy beans or fried lotus root, a little taste of the small twist. that there was something I know food. I imagined my mother came back from the field, see the calendar above which screamed Key Middle School, daughter of the town's coming back tomorrow afternoon, scurried to the corner into the bedroom, and since have tightly sealed in a small tank, scoop out a small bowl of soy beans, put Tangci Gang yard, and then scoop the scoop water, careful to let the water just flooded soybeans. until the next day I came home from school, my mother had a good soak the beans, but also washed the lotus root. So every Sunday afternoon and Thursday morning, I saw the mother busy figure, as I'm ready to take away the dishes. I told the mother and concerns,beats by dre, the foot on the journey to school.
school was, in fact, set up a canteen, but all of them boiled salt stew dishes, both not used to, but also Xiangui. So the family beans and lotus root production has become my main course. At that time, soy is still very rare, each of the dry little plant some cotton and green beans or something, species of the area to increasingly less soybeans. I possessions of the soybeans, it is mostly home to eat, but to the guests at the time. always see the mother with a small bowl Sheng bowl, put the pan fried rice noodles, cooked, wrapped in salt . father and which the guests to a small dish of soy beans, savory to drink.
to school with me, there are two girls in the village. I always see them with food. But they carried a fermented bean curd, or pickled radish leaves, pickled radish. they always looked at me with envious eyes the food cans. I can not help a bit contented. I have asthma, the doctor asked the mother can not eat salty food, otherwise it will cause coughing and increased asthma. so even if the mother is a master of salted pickles at home acids can not break all year round cabbage, pickled radish, cucumber sauce has never been to my food cans.
I have always been parents eyes in the good girl in school, some students have to ride the bike when I was flat and and to go my way. But once I was monotonous food cans mother lodged a protest.
class There is a girl, the family open a restaurant in the town. One day, the eyes of the Jiao Xiaojie we do not know which nerve out of the fork, insisted to the school to live, also brought a bowl of spoon to and we ate the school cafeteria meals. Her mother was extremely distressed, and quickly brought her a bottle of dish. the kind of food is then bottled, canned, translucent translucent, wrapped inside a layer of mustard pork bark oil,casque beats, only see people mouth water. The girl is pretty generous, giving each student dorm folder a chopsticks. I have tasted. I used to eat apples and oranges that soy lotus mouth, I think This is the world's best taste.
home again, I could not help but like her mother made a mustard pork with the idea to the school. But after the presentation, I immediately regretted it, because I heard my mother did not say anything, just sighed Youde. That sighing sound, cold to my heart. I know, I should not be made to the mother, the Children's Hospital to live in the city,casque beats, two schools are also lackluster. two of my aunts is the age to be married, my grandfather had died, at home, all have to rely on an only child and his father share the meager salary to maintain.
Naturally, my request has not been met. share of pity has been left in my heart. Until now, I went through some of this world and the mother can only be considered superficial compared to the vicissitudes of life,giubbotti moncler, I realized the mother was the share of frustration and desolate, and understand some of life can afford not to heavy. In fact, in retrospect, I was raised, that the food cans with a lukewarm, do not also love the left hand,ralph lauren, right hand care anymore?
from thought to wake up, looking at the rapt attention of the son, I think: In the future, someday, the son of his children in the story, he would remember a fragment of his life, maybe conditioned reflex as the mother woke up from the middle of the night, as is to see whether he kicked the quilt; maybe the mother to pick him up from school that when the tilt of the umbrella; might be that sick, my mother hung the bag chest, back laden with him, walking in the bustling city hospital's main road leading to the down-and-figure ... ...
I suddenly realize: So, some people in life, some experiences in some way engraved in memory, and any age, can not wash away. 相关的主题文章：

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