I can't love on my birthday.

Every child is looking forward to his birthday. For the rural children in the sixties and seventies, they are looking forward to it day and night, which is no less than the passing of a small year. At that time, it was a very extravagant thing for rural children to eat boiled eggs for their birthday. In my memory, my friends are sweetly looking forward to their birthdays, and sometimes, listening to them tell their birthday events beautifully, it is hard to avoid gurgling saliva.

Birthday, the starting point of life, witnessed the growth process, burned the mother's hardships, no wonder the child's birthday mother's hard days!

As a child who does not know his birthday, secretly looking at the partner who is intoxicated in the happiness of his birthday, his eyes are naturally full of tears that can not be wiped.

When I was at school, my teachers and students often asked about my birthday and age. I dodged vaguely and hesitated. I didn't know how to answer. My face was redder than red paper. In the laughter of my classmates, I got the name of a fool.

As soon as a fool's hat is put on, it is difficult to take it off

I want to break free, try to take it off, complain to ask my mother, my mother thought about it and said: it seems to be the time to grow potatoes! I went to ask my sisters, who were 20 years older than myself, that neither of them had gone to school. At that time, the family was poor and had no labor, so I showed the chicken to the wheat field of the production team at the age of 9. The eldest sister replied that it seemed to be the third of March, and the second sister said that it might be the twentieth of March. I chewed on more answers than the solution of the equation, and there was unspeakable pain in my mouth and belly.

After taking part in the work, I am more concerned about birthdays. Whenever I fill in various forms for birthdays, I feel that I can't pick up my pen and can't open it.

At the age of blind dates, old people who like to introduce dates often ask about their birthdays. I dare not hesitate any more, lest the old people make fun of my fools and make up a song like March 20, 1968. Since then, this series of numbers has become my symbolic birthday.

Gradually, I became a father. The fool's hat still hangs shyly on the memory fence. No matter what kind of amnesia, no matter how busy, I made up my mind to remember my child's birthday and not to keep it any longer. Therefore, 14:58 on August 18, 1993-the time of my son's birth was accurate to the minute.

By the age of forty, the mother of little feet was in her 90s and was paralyzed in bed. Sometimes, my mother recalled that she had worked hard all her life, and the most successful thing was to give birth to a large group of children. The eldest and the second did not survive the famine. Later, seven of our sisters grew up one after another. Although her mother is uneducated, her code of conduct and simple way of raising people have been passed down, especially those who usually save eggs to sell money in exchange for tuition fees and pen and paper for their five children to go to school; depending on the color and size, the scene of 5 yuan or 10 yuan is engraved on the heart.

Now, every time my mother is injected into the hospital, I carefully carry my mother on my back and walk up the stairs. With this short 32 steps, I think of everything my mother has done for her children all her life. All of a sudden, the duty and responsibility of filial piety fill the whole once empty heart. At that moment, the story of the fool has become a cloud of the past, and the nominal birthday has become a symbol in the memory. After unlocking the heart lock that has been imprisoned for decades, the mother's recovery is the most real hope and the most important birthday in the eyes of her children. This is also the shortest way to repay my mother.

Author: Chen Fujun