Hometown, love is also painful

During the busy autumn harvest season that year, our school had a busy holiday for a few days, and my wife and children hurried to my hometown a hundred miles away. After several turns, we finally returned to our hometown where we had seen each other for a long time. When I got out of the car, there was a breeze blowing on my face, and I could see the Weibei Plain under the sky. The roads of my hometown, the fields of my hometown, the villages of my hometown, and the plants and trees of my hometown all make me feel cordial and excited, which makes me feel whether I am beautiful in my hometown and whether I am close to my hometown. Walking through the country road, there are busy scenes of villagers scrambling to plant crops. Large cornfields have been harvested. The roadside fields are stacked with undulating hills of cornstalks. The fields reveal the soil that has just been turned by rotary tillers. The air is filled with a trace of dirt. In the face of this situation, I couldn't help being stunned: I came back late!

As I expected, when I hurriedly put down my luggage to help my father unload the corn stalk from the rack car, my father turned straight and said angrily, "get out of the way!" At the same time, throw me aside forcefully with one hand. I was shocked by my father's sudden behavior. I thought to myself that my father had never been what he is today. How did he become so ruthless? I stayed and stared at my father, trying to explain something, but stubbornly I never made any excuses. After my beating heart calmed down a little, I calmly thought and thought: since I had done something wrong, I should be given such a cold reception by my father; it was not humiliating for a father to treat his son like this, so I convinced myself to help my father shamelessly. With a look of indifference on her face, my mother was busy with herself, jumping about in front of her eyes, even ignoring her granddaughter. I told my wife to go back to the house and clean up the room, and I helped my father unload the corn stalks. After unloading a truckload of cornstalks, I pulled up the cart and went to the field. My father followed the car silently, and we were silent all the way, even while we were working. In this way, I began the heaviest manual work on the first day of the autumn harvest.

Before dawn the next day, my father and I got up early and went to the field where the dung piles were full of large and small dung piles yesterday. Due to a light rain last night, it is easy to stick to a layer of dung when the shovel is carrying dirt. Although we have to scrape the dung off the shovel before each shovel, the shovel still looks very dull and heavy. I seldom do farm work at home unless I have to. Therefore, I didn't have much strength on my hands, so I had to shovel the dirt with my legs and knees against the handle at a time. The sun rose slowly, shining on the dung scattered all over the fields, evaporating heat and stench, adding a bit of impetuosity and unease to the originally lonely wilderness. Suddenly, I felt a throbbing pain in my right hand. I turned my hand over and found that there were several blood blisters in the palm of my hand. At this time, the blood vesicles had been worn out and were oozing blood. I don't want to tell my father that my hand is worn out, not because my father is still angry, but because I have come all the way home to help my parents and won't stop working just because of a little pain. Although my hand was hurting and bleeding, I clenched my teeth and continued to work with the pain in my heart, until I had scattered more than one mu of dirt. After dispersing the dung and going home, we ate some food casually, and then rushed to another cornfield. There, there are still two mu and a half of corn waiting for us to harvest.

It's easy to break an acre of corn, but it's difficult to dig an acre of corn stalk. I'm afraid people who don't have the strength can't even hold a hoe. They bend like a cat, and you'll be too tired to stand up for a while. Fortunately, before I set out from home, my wife simply bandaged the worn wound so that I would not feel much pain in digging corn stalks all morning. In the morning, my father and I dug up the corn stalks of the whole field, and in the afternoon, our task was to gather around the corn stalks dug up in the morning from the field to the ground, and to pull the corn cobs home in a cart. Although the sun after autumn is not as hot as the summer summer days, the afternoon weather is still hot. Coupled with the overload of work, the sweat drops of beans keep falling from my body, and the whole person is like water splashing all over my body. My coat and trousers have never been dry all afternoon. Sweat flowed into my eyes again and again, and I could hardly keep my eyes open. How many times I want to reach out to wipe the sweat hanging in front of my eyes, but my arm has long been dirty and painful by the branches and leaves of the corn stalk, so I have no choice but to watch the sweat invade my eyeballs again, and then there is another burst of soreness.

Because her wife had to take care of her two-year-old daughter, she coaxed the children at home and peeled off the mountains of corn cobs in the yard. Otherwise, she would have come to help me, and I wouldn't have worked so hard. Who would have thought, I was sweating hard in the field, but my wife was scolded at home. I don't understand why my mother always finds an excuse to scold daughter-in-law. She also says that it is not scolding, but to let her know how to be a human being and how to live a good life in the world. It is common for a mother to scold her daughter-in-law, but the reason is simply that deep-rooted feudal ideas are doing something wrong. Since our wedding day, my mother has been looking forward to having grandchildren. Contrary to her wishes, she is looking forward to her disgraced granddaughter. How can fertile things be controlled by the two of us? We know that mother is a strong person and never wants to lose to others in anything. Unfortunately, we failed to honor our mother, so we had to silently bear the punishment imposed on us by our parents.

On the third day, my mother scolded even more, just as we made an unforgivable mistake, but as our own children, how can we mercilessly uncover the scars in our mother's heart and add to the pain of her elderly? Speaking of mother, in fact, we also sympathize with her, sympathize with what happened to her today, and sympathize with the harm she has suffered. Mother is a capable person, but also a very strong person, everything is unwilling to be left behind. At the beginning, when his mother married his father, the family was poor, and his father was an honest man. He was angry with others in the production team, and let him do all the hard work, but he stood aside when he encountered benefits. One year, the team asked him to work as an accountant, but he was calculated by the cashier, and he lost a little of his family's savings. Fortunately, the production team was disbanded in a few years, and after the production was divided into households, everyone went his own way, and no one could bully each other, and it was only after a few years that they lived in peace. Mother is not reconciled to such a tight life, in 1983, my mother left home and started the business of setting up a stall to buy cold skin in the county. From the day of doing business, she has not taken a rest, from the second day of the Lunar New year to the end of the year New Year's Eve, no matter the cold and hot weather, rain or shine. The cold skin was made by my father at home, while my mother rode her bike every day and rushed to the city to set up a stall with a basket of steamed cold skin. It is because of my mother's diligence and ability that earth-shaking changes have taken place in our family in the past few years. At that time, only the village committee had a black-and-white TV in the village, and my mother bought a 17-inch black-and-white TV for my family in her first year of business, which surprised the whole village. In the years that followed, black-and-white televisions were replaced by color televisions, radios for tape recorders, three earth-tile houses for brick houses, brick houses for three-story buildings, bicycles for motorcycles, household appliances, and our lives were booming with each passing day. All these changes are astonishing, envious and envious. A person who is more capable than himself may be convincing, but if a good old man who is often looked down upon by others suddenly becomes different and impressive one day, such a person is afraid that others are the least willing to admit defeat and the most intolerable. Father is precisely such a person, so some people often sneer at his father behind his back and say that shit crawls cattle across the river-floats (shit crawling cattle is dung beetle).

Maybe Ma Shan was ridden and good people were deceived. My family, which has become rich gradually, seems to be the target of public criticism. Some people who have been swaggering and swaggering in the production team have lost to people who are not as good as him. How can they admit defeat and give up? So they made a fuss about supporting their grandparents between their father and several of his brothers, deliberately sowing quarrels and sowing discord between them. In the end, a harmonious family was torn apart, and the brothers turned into enemies. It also made the parents who were originally kind to others and filial to the elderly scolded for being unfilial. I dared not and never wanted to doubt the deceit and malice of the human heart, but the fact makes me have to believe it. The parents were badly hit in the family affairs, especially the mother's spirit was greatly stimulated. From then on, the mother's temper became bad, and she was always nagging, talking about sad things, and it was hard to avoid swearing when talking about sad things. Just at this time, when our mother was in urgent need of comfort, we broke our mother's heart unkindly. In my mother's traditional ideology, as the eldest son, it is only natural that I have to give birth to a boy for our extended family. Only in this way can we open a door and shine in the hallway. Only in this way can there be light on her face, and only in this way can we block people's leisurely mouths and let them lose convincingly again. As she has always been reluctant to be left behind, how can she tolerate the gossiping and sarcasm of her neighbors behind her back? But in this case, we have become a disgrace to her old man's face. instead of bringing her any comfort, we have hurt her self-esteem even more. With the dissatisfaction inside and outside, and the blow from both sides, my mother finally had a nervous breakdown. Gradually, my mother seemed to have lost her mind, and she easily reprimanded both of our brothers, scolding us for being unworthy, saying that we would not be where we are today without her.