Camel's Neck

In the mood for love, the marriage of father and mother is standard matchmaking, and our village is adjacent to mother's. When my mother was young, she always talked about my father with a strong smile and full of admiration: "e;Your father wore a green cotton jacket and rode a bicycle to work when he was young. He was so handsome! Old people in the village called him a student, and called me a student's wife. "e; At that time, my father graduated from high school and was considered a cultural person in the village, working in the grass-roots business office of the Agricultural Bank of the commune. "e;When I married your father, your father was poor and had three thatched cottages. Your grandma and your aunt and uncle live in the east house, and our new house is in the west house. There are three red hall cabinets in the house. When your aunt pressed it, a big hole was poke out in the red hall cabinet. It turned out to be red paper pasted by the soil bin."e; After talking about that, my mother laughed. "e;Your grandfather died early, and it's not easy for your grandma to pull seven children by herself. Life is hard, but your grandma is neat and tidy, and there is nothing in the house, but she keeps it clean. With a silver hairpin on her head, she wears a black padded jacket with a big front, and black crotch pants with red leg straps tied at the bottom of the trousers. She sat all day on the dog-skin mattress on the kang head, stroking her big yellow cat with her hands. She sat in the room and shouted: It's time for you to cook. People who have been working for a while are coming back for dinner. It's time for you to feed the pigs. It's a pity that your grandmother passed away when she was in her fifties. "e; The mother's face was full of regret when she talked about my grandmother. My grandmother passed away at the age of fifty, leaving behind my young uncle and aunt. When I was a child, I always listened to my father and mother talking about how my mother is. I know they're talking about grandma because my father calls grandma "e;mother"e;. Under the guidance of mother and father, uncle and aunt got married one after another. It also corresponds to the sentence: the elder brother is like a father, and the elder sister is like a mother. When my mother was young, she had a sweet smile and had a pair of dexterous hands. My mother made all the clothes and shoes for adults and children in the family, which was very trendy in those days. There is a big scar on my mother's thigh. When I was a child, I always asked: "e;Mom, why do you have a scar on your leg?"e; My mother said: "e;The scar on my leg was bitten by a dog. When I was a child, your grandma and I ran away from the desert. When we walked to the landlord's door, a big dog sprang towards me. Your grandma desperately threw me under her. The scar on your grandma's leg was bigger than mine. "e; Mothers all over the world will be desperate to protect their children in times of crisis. My mother passed away, so I took out some old photos from my family and sat at my desk and looked at them intently. I look for my mother's footprints in these old photos that freeze the years. My youngest picture is about three years old. The young and beautiful mother hugged me, I have a round face and big eyes, and I hold a round thing in my hand. I remember when I was young I once asked my mother, "e;Mom, do I hold an apple in my hand?"e; My mother said, "e;How could there be an apple back then! You hold a ball of wool."e; My mother was wearing a large-breasted cotton-padded jacket, a black and white checkered scarf, plump black cotton trousers, and a pair of shoes. Looking at the smiling face of my mother when I was young and the grinning grin nestled in my mother's arms, I sighed how ruthless the years are. My mother was so weakened by the disease that she lost her memory and language function, and became an old man who could not take care of herself at all. The only way to find the footprints of my mother can be found in the lost years. The words of my deceased mother, "e;There were no apples back then, and you were holding a ball of wool."e; swirled in my ear and made me cry. All good pictures can only be found in the lost years. In these photos there are two one-inch photos of the father and mother, and they are colored. In those days, my father wore a fashionable turtleneck, and my mother had short hair and a sweet smile. I put together the photos of my father and mother when they were young, and I was amazed beyond belief that father and mother looked so alike, a natural couple. I remember a Buddhist saying: Looking back 500 times in the past life will lead to the rubbing shoulders of this life. People who can be husband and wife may be a marriage in a previous life, or they will look so similar. A good marriage may be one that both appreciates and likes. My mother worshipped my father for his suppleness and tenderness all her life, and my elderly father took good care of my sick mother. In line with the sentence: a hundred years of cultivation can cross the boat together, and a thousand years of cultivation can lead to sleep together.