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Three bags of rice that money can't buy
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Time:2017-07-24 15:02
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This is a true story, this is a very poor family. When the son first entered elementary school, his father died. The mother and daughter supported each other and gently sent away their father with a pile of loess.
The mother did not remarry, but pulled her son hard. At that time, there was no electricity in the village, and the son was reading, writing, and painting under the oil lamp every night. The mother took the needle and thread and sewed the mother's love into the son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when the two mottled earth walls are covered by the award certificates, the son also grows up like a green bamboo in the spring. Looking at the son who was half his head, the wrinkles in the corners of the mother's eyes were full of smiles.
When the trees all over the mountain appeared autumnal, the son was admitted to the county's key high school. However, my mother suffered from severe rheumatism and could not do farm work, and sometimes she couldn't even eat enough. At that time, the students had to bring 30 jin of rice to the cafeteria every month. The son knew that his mother could not take it out, so he said: "Mother, I want to quit school and help you do farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said lovingly: "You have this heart. It’s a must to read. Don’t worry, if your mother gives birth to you, there’s a way to support you. You first go to school to sign up, and I will send rice.” The son stubbornly said no, the mother said hurry up, the son said no, the mother waved rough His slap was firmly slapped on his son's face. This is the first time a 16-year-old son has been beaten...
The son finally went to school. Looking at his back, his mother was silently meditating. Before long, the long-overdue mother was welcomed in the canteen of the County No. 1 Middle School. She limped in and unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulder panting. Master Xiong, who was in charge of the registration of the palm scale, opened the mouth of the bag, grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it. His brows were closed and he said, "You parents, always like to take a little bit of money. Look, there are early rice, Medium rice, late rice, and fine rice, we almost use our cafeteria as a bucket of miscellaneous rice." The mother blushed and even said sorry. When Master Xiong saw this, he didn't say anything and accepted it. The mother took out a small cloth bag again and said, "Master, this is 5 yuan. My son's living expenses this month, please transfer it to him." Master Xiong took it and shook it, and the coins inside were tinted. He joked: "Why, are you selling tea eggs on the street?" His mother's face turned red again, she said thank you, and limped away.
At the beginning of another month, the mother walked into the cafeteria carrying a bag of rice. As usual, Master Xiong opened the bag to look at the rice, his brows were tightened again, it was still variegated rice. He wondered if he didn't explain clearly to this mother last time, he said to her word by word: "No matter what kind of rice, we will collect it. But the varieties must be separated and must not be mixed together, otherwise they cannot be cooked. The cooked rice is also raw. Next time it’s like this, I won’t accept it.” The mother asked with some trepidation: “Master, my rice is all like this, what should I do?” Master Xiong was dumbfounded, and asked: "You can grow a hundred kinds of rice in one mu of land? It's funny." After being robbed, his mother didn't dare to speak, and Master Xiong ignored her.
At the beginning of the third month, his mother came again. When Master Xiong saw Mi, he was furious, and in an almost irrational tone, he scolded spitefully: "Oh, why are you stubborn as a mother? Why is it still variegated rice? You, how did you recite it today, or how to recite it back!"
The mother seemed to have expected it. She bent her knees and knelt in front of Master Xiong. Two lines of tears flowed down the sunken eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth, this rice is my beg... Come!" Master Xiong was taken aback, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak for a long while. The mother sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs, revealing a pair of stiff and deformed legs, swollen into a fusiform... The mother wiped a tear and said, "I have late-stage rheumatism and it is difficult to walk, let alone farming. Son. Sensible, want to quit school to help me, I slapped me to school..."
She explained to Master Xiong that she had been keeping this from her fellow villagers, and she was even more afraid that her son would have hurt his self-esteem. Every day in the dark, she would sneak into the village more than ten miles away with an empty bag of rice and a stick to beg for dinner, and then sneak into the village after dark. She gathered the rice she had asked for and sent it to school at the beginning of the month... Mother Xiong was already crying. He helped his mother up and said, "Good mother, I'll go and tell the principal to ask the school to donate money to your family." The mother panicked and shook her hand and said, "Don't, don't, if the son knows his mother begs for him to go to school, just It ruined his self-esteem. It is not good to affect his study. I accept the kindness of the master, please keep it secret for me, remember! Remember!" Mother left, limping.
The principal finally found out about this, and he kept his expressions and exempted his son's tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of extremely poor students. Three years later, his son was admitted to Tsinghua University with a score of 627. On the day when the graduates were sent off, the principal of the County No. 1 High School invited his mother’s son to the podium. In this life, he wondered: There are several classmates who have scored high in the exam. Why do you just invite me to the stage? What is even more strange is that there are still three bulging snakeskin bags on the stage. At this time, Master Xiong came to the stage and told the story of his mother begging for rice to go to school, and the audience was silent. Pointing to the three snakeskin bags, the principal said emotionally: "This is the three bags of rice that the mother in the story asks for. This is food that cannot be bought with money in the world. Below we invite this great mother to come on stage."
The son looked back suspiciously and saw Master Xiong helping his mother to move up the stage step by step. We don't know what our son was thinking at that moment, and we believe that the shock to him is no less than the stormy sea. Thus, the warmest scene of family affection in the world was staged. The mother and the son looked at each other. The mother's eyes were warm and soft. A lock of gray hair was scattered on the forehead. The son swooped forward and hugged him. She wailed loudly: "Mother, my mother....
Three bags of rice represent the maternal love that is as big as the sky and as heavy as the mountain. Maybe not all parents, like this mother, support the sky of their son in hardship. But the love of parents for their children is the same all over the world. Parents can hardly repay their kindness, they have given us life that is irreplaceable in our lives! Therefore, filial parents cannot wait, let us be grateful!
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