I do not go with you
No culture of the mother, primary schools had only a junior, also not far from the door for decades, only in the small mountain village to follow the sun rose and set busy. However, the mother often say makes sense. In mind, I remember the mother of three sentences. Because these three words, a profound influence on my growth. Say it cold, not cold Child, every winter should be the next big snow, laying all over the mountain snow-capped. The family pig better price in the year ago, my mother every day to the pigs are fed belly full of. In spite of the snow, mother every day to cut a load of cabbage out into the snow-covered back. I once with my mother to go. Open the wild north wind blows, grab the exposed skin was stinging. We raked up from under the snow cabbage, only about two, my hands are cold biting, it seems that thousands of sword mandrel. Secretly watching his mother was surprised to find her a little cold mean, When I grilled a few can not stand, shining, and then they do – stand aside, asked her mother is not cold it. The mother replied, not cold. See I am very surprised by the way, the mother went on to say, say it cold, and not cold. I could hear what was stunned. Suddenly the first time I understand the mother. I learned the way of the mother stooped down, and, two, three, we clawed through thick layers of snow, and dug up a cabbage. Each, my teeth said to myself, not cold, not cold. The mother told me a load full of cabbage heap up our rope ice, like the hands together, rubbed. The mother put my hand on the belly in front of sweater warm, I do not know, dim my eyes tears or snow. Since then, whenever I encounter difficulties, will remember the snow in the mother. I would gently but firmly said to myself: is not it cold. These words with me through life one after another winter. Do not rope pull too tightly The evening I led the cattle from 5 miles outside of the neighboring village home. I had not yet learned to ride in cattle the back Ganniu, I will only pulling cattle rope walk far in front. The sky is black, my heart began to worry. The cow, however, defy me – I will take a tight grip, the cattle to be chosen more slowly. I pull it on patience and refused to move. This pigheadedness! I had side of the curse the cattle side of the impatient. Seeing the days are getting darker, village along the dim light of a lamp lit up. An anxious, my heart on the fold from the roadside a pay bar, mercilessly pumping it around to the back of the cow ass. Great cattle surprised, freed pull the reins in my hands to rush up. When I desperately ran half an hour to finally catch up with the cattle when the cattle are leisurely stopped at the roadside of the village grazing. The mother stood there waiting for me. Cows one said, the mother hand, laughing opened, the mother said, you pull the rope too tightly, a bid to hurt, a bid to hurt, and it certainly will not go with you. I understood why. 18 years old, college entrance examination, because I’m thinking too much pressure, usually so far has been the top, I actually lost the. Later the mother told me, do not take the university entrance exam to see life the same weight. Think of your child pull the cow thing? Rope pull too tightly, cattle hand, do not go with you. The second year of summer, I finally honors a famous Jiangnan University Department of Chinese admission. The day she left for school, my mother sent me Dao Cunkou red eyes said to me, you are now grown up, I can not put your always tied to the side … All right when you whispered singing After graduating from a business work, not very satisfied with the work, I feel wronged. Own good and evil is also a Department of Chinese top students did not expect actually to see the boss face work! Day, two months later, the boss criticized me all day to the face plate actually also buckle my bonus, the moment I can fire from a few arguing with the boss, he walked away with anger. Just a few days that the mother to town to see me, know this, she said, children can not always be a cow tied to a pile, you will not stay in one place forever, but what should try to do a good job . I know you not liking, I told your father is no capability, can not help you but I can tell you one way, the thing all right, you softly singing. I remember a child and his mother the earth, and mother used to the side of working children while in your mouth and softly sing. In the mother’s singing, onerous and boring farm work unknowingly, like us like finish. Later, I developed such a habit, whether it is the way to work by bike, or in the rest time between work, I gently sing to yourself. Although I grew up the lack of musical cells, but I believe, his mother from childhood who taught me the melody, must be the world’s most beautiful music. A year later I was the boss appreciated promoted to vice manager. In the third year I gave up on the preferential treatment of enterprise switched to a newspaper and became a general reporter. Now, I have published two literary works, and in local circles, people are often what I call the If you stand next to me, you may be able to hear me often whispered to sing – this is the mother of my wealth.
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