The full text can be divided into three parts:

The first part (1-2) explains the mother's surname and early death.

The second part (3-6) recalls four fragments about mother, showing her kindness, kindness, ability and dedication.

in the third part (7-8), I confessed that my mother was young when she died, and summarized her good qualities.

Appreciation

The most touching words in the first clip, when my mother looked at the lantern behind my back, were: "I remember her face when I was asleep on her back, and I also felt her lively, joyful, gentle and youthful beauty. "This is a lovely image of the mother written from the feelings of young children. There is not much pen and ink, but the image of the mother is vivid.

In the second clip, the most touching detail of the novel told by the mother is: "When it comes to the plight of an orphan girl or the sad situation of an righteous woman, both of her eyes are full of tears, and tears are streaming down her cheeks." This detail is true and vivid, showing the mother's rich feelings and deep sympathy for women in trouble.

The most touching detail in the third clip of my mother's tears for me is: "I sobbed myself, and at the same time I could hear my mother sitting next to me sewing, sobbing and sobbing." This detailed description shows the mother's infinite pity and love for her children.

The most touching part of the fourth clip, in which my mother stayed up late to make new shoes for me, is: "I watched the sweat on her forehead running down, and I kept making cloth shoes with a needle in my hand-for me to wear. At this time, everything was silent, only the ticking bell and the mother's breath that could be faintly heard. " This passage describes the appearance and movements of the characters, as well as the environment, setting off the mother's hard work with a quiet environment. This passage is written from my vision, hearing and feeling, which is quite sincere and moving.

The full text expresses the author's gratitude and nostalgia for his mother, his deep sympathy and deep thinking about the fate of women who were suppressed and buried in the old society.

My mother

Zou Taofen

Speaking of my mother, I only know that she is "Cha Shi in Haining, Zhejiang Province", but I still don't know her name! This little thing can also show the difference between today and the past. Today's unmarried women are "brave" to disclose her name, even if they are married, they also disclose her name. Not long ago, most married women had to add their husbands' surnames to their surnames. Usually people's names are only three words, and married women's names often have four words.

When I was young, I knew that Zhu Hubinxia, who was the editor of Women's Magazine published by the Commercial Press, was a revolutionary "progressive" woman at that time. She rebelled against the old-fashioned marriage arranged by her family, so that her stubborn uncle declared that she would be shot with a pistol, but she still added the word "Zhu" to the word "Hu"! Recently, many women are still married only by their own names, neither adding nor subtracting. This means that women gradually have their own independent status, which is not owned by anyone. But in my mother's time, not only could I not learn the usage of "Zhu Hu Bin Xia", it seemed that there was no name at all! I said "as if" because women at that time didn't have names, but it seemed unnecessary in practice.

Like my mother, I heard people in her family call her "Miss Sixteen", and people in a big family called her "Fourteen Little Maids". Later, when my father became an official, people called her "Madam" and never got a chance to use her own name! I think this situation can also imply the position of women in feudal society.

My mother died when I was thirteen. The year I was born was in September, and the year she died was in May, so our mother and son actually got together for only eleven years and nine months. My sporadic recollection of my mother in this article is only the past 11 years.

the first impression I can remember about my mother now is about two or three years old. I remember one night, I slept alone in bed, woke up from a dream, opened my eyes in the dim light, and saw the faint light coming from the hanging tent door in the dim light. In this faint light, I caught a glimpse of a young woman opening the tent door and smiling and picking me up. I can't remember what she called me and said to me now, except that she carried me on her back and ran to a large living room with bright lights and people coming and going, and walked around "reading". Probably the Lantern Festival. In addition to many adults talking and laughing, there are twenty or thirty children carrying all kinds of paper lanterns and burning candles inside, running and playing in groups of three or five. I am lying on my mother's back, half awake and half asleep, looking at this and that. At that time, my father was still living with his grandfather and living a "young master" life; Father has a dozen brothers, and several of them are married, so there are so many children in this big family. Mother also became a member of this big family. She got married at the age of fifteen, and raised me at the age of sixteen. She was only seventeen or eighteen at this time. I think back to what I saw when I was asleep on her back, and I feel the beauty of her lively, cheerful and soft youth. My mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Even when I was leaning on my mother's back, I could feel that among many women in that big living room, no one was as lovely as my mother. Now that I think about it, when I was sleeping in my room, my mother thought of me when she saw many children playing with lights. Maybe she crept to my bed several times and saw me awake, so she gave me a feast for the eyes. This is my initial feeling for my mother, although I certainly didn't know what maternal love was in my childish mind at that time.

Later, my grandfather retired in old age, and my father took his family as an alternate officer in Fuzhou. I was about five or six years old, and my second brother, two years younger than me, had already given birth. In addition to the father, mother and this little brother, there is only a young maid named Mei Zi brought by her mother's family. It seems strange to be an official, but at that time, my father came out to be an official with his bare hands and his family was penniless.

I still remember that my father was away from home all day, and he probably went to "socialize" in the "officialdom", and there was no rice to cook at home; Sister Wang went to a big temple nearby where rice was given to the poor for us to get the "stored rice". First, we had to get bamboo sticks in front of the temple in a sea of people, and then we took bamboo sticks and squeezed them into the crowded crowd with thick bags to get rice. My mother walked around the house with her crying second brother in her arms. I sat in a small chair and looked at her blankly. I didn't know this was the scene of poverty at that time, but I was surprised at why my mother's face was so pale. She seemed to have a heart full of nowhere to complain. Sister Wang and her mother are very affectionate. They are like mother and daughter, suffering. Until her mother was ill and dying, she still refused to leave her, pretending to be a filial daughter and taking care of her.

Mother likes reading novels, and she often tells her younger sister what she has read. She spoke beautifully, and the younger sister suddenly smiled and frowned. Zhang Hui's novel can't be finished at once, and her sister is impatient to wait for her mother to read it again, and then tell it to her. Often when it comes to the plight of an orphan girl or the miserable situation of a righteous woman who has been wronged, both of her eyes are full of tears, and tears flow to her cheeks. At that time, I stood by and looked at it, puzzled, and I didn't understand why they cried like that for no reason, just as I didn't understand why I saw the poor scene on it. Now that I think about it, I feel the richness of my mother's emotions and feel that her story can move my sister like that. If my mother was born now and had the opportunity to make herself a teacher, she would certainly become a good teacher.

When I was six years old, my father "got confused" for me, and I read the Three Character Classics. The first day of class was "beginning of life, who is good in nature; Sex is similar and learning is far away. " It doesn't make any sense! A person sitting on the kang bed in a small living room "recited" for a long time, miserable! Mother felt that Old Master Q, a "teacher", could never teach well, so although her family was poor, she was willing to scrimp and save money and hire a Old Master Q. Funnily enough, Old Master Q, the first person invited, only needs four oceans a month (for board and lodging, of course), although these four oceans are already a very expensive thing for her mother to raise. When I was ten years old, I read "Mencius meets Liang Huiwang", and the monthly training of teachers has increased to 12 yuan, which is a threefold increase. By the end of the year, my father would "liquidate" my daily lessons and personally listen to my endorsement at night. It was very strict, and there was a bamboo board two fingers wide on the table. My back stood to him, and when I couldn't recite it, he asked me to turn around and put my palm on the table. He picked up this bamboo board and hit it hard. I suffered this, and the pain is an unavoidable feeling of the flesh and blood body. Of course, I cried aloud, but I have to hold back my tears and go back again. Unfortunately, there was another interruption, and I couldn't recite it. After he mentioned a word again, I called again. Sob pharynx pharynx to carry the past friends "see Liang Huiwang" "Mencius"!

I sobbed my back, and at the same time I could hear my mother sitting next to me sewing, sobbing and sobbing.

I know in my heart that when she saw me being beaten, she felt as if it was stinging pain, and she showed me an extremely sympathetic expression, but she always managed to say "Good fight" from the intermittent voice of sobbing! She swallowed in order to love her son; Reluctantly bite the bullet and say "well played" in order to hope that her son will make progress. From now on, such an educational method is really barbaric! But I dare not blame my mother, because at that time there was only such a barbaric education law; Now I think of my mother who saw me beaten and cried with me. That kind of maternal love still makes me feel my loving mother. After reciting half a copy of "King Liang Huiwang", the palm of his right hand was swollen by half an inch, and he stole a photo into the light to make it bright, like a silkworm full of mature silk. Mother hugged me to bed with tears in her eyes, gently covered the bed and kissed me on the forehead.

when I was eight, my second brother was six, and my sister was three. None of the clothes, shoes and socks of the three people were not made by their mothers themselves. She also often receives some outside needlework to do, so she is very busy. When I was seven or eight years old, I knew I felt uneasy when I saw my mother working so hard. I remember one summer night, I suddenly woke up from my sleep, because my bed back followed my mother's bed back, so I could see my mother making soles alone under the lamp from my account, and I thought of my mother's hard work again, and I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to get up and spend time with my mother. However, children who don't sleep well in the middle of the night are blamed by adults. They say that they want to get up and spend time with their mother, and they must also be reprimanded. They will never be allowed (this is at least my psychology at that time), so they come up with an excuse to try it, and they call their mother, saying that it is too hot to sleep and they want to get up and sit down for a while. To my surprise, my mother allowed me to get up and sit beside her. I eagerly watched the sweat flowing down her forehead, and I kept making cloth shoes with a needle in my hand-for me to wear. At this time, everything was silent, only the ticking bell and the mother's breath that could be faintly heard. I thought to myself, because I had to wear shoes, and my mother was tired of working late at night, and I felt inexpressible guilt, and I felt that sitting with my mother seemed to relieve some of my anxiety. At that time, my stomach was full of these worries, but I was afraid to say a word to my mother. After sitting for a while, my mother caught up with me and went to bed. She said that children don't sleep well, so why get up! Now that my mother is gone, she never knew that her little son had such a state of mind that she dared not say it.

My mother was only twenty-nine when she died, leaving three men and three women. On the night of her death, she was very conscious, and she cried out to her children with tears. The last thing she wants to leave is her children.

My mother is just an ordinary mother, but I think her lovely personality, her hard-working spirit and her capable talents are all buried in a family in feudal society and are all buried in meaningless affairs, otherwise she will definitely become a more contributing member in society. I think, too, that I don't know how many women are buried like my mother!

late at night on the 1st and 1th, 1936?

Author's brief introduction

Zou Taofen (1895-1944), named Enrun, was born in Yong 'an, Fujian, and his ancestral home was in yujiang county, Jiangxi. Journalists, politicians, publishers. He graduated from St. John's University in Shanghai in 1921. Since he was the editor-in-chief of Life Weekly in Shanghai in 1926, he has been engaged in news publishing all his life. After the September 18th Incident, he opposed the non-resistance policy of the Kuomintang government. Life Bookstore was founded in 1932. In early 1933, he joined the China Civil Rights Protection League. In July of the same year, he was forced to go into exile, travel around Europe and America, and visit the Soviet Union. He returned to China in August 1935 to participate in anti-Japanese national salvation activities. He has been the editor-in-chief of Popular Life Weekly, Life Daily and Life Star Periodical in Shanghai and Hong Kong, and served as the leader of the Shanghai Cultural Salvation Association and the National Salvation Federation. The following year, seven people including Shen Junru and Li Gongpu were arrested by the Kuomintang government. War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression was released after he started. In Shanghai, Hankou and Chongqing, he successively edited the publications such as "Anti-Japanese War" and "National Anti-Japanese War", actively promoted unity in the war of resistance, and opposed compromise and surrender. In 1938, he was elected as a member of the National Political Council. After the Southern Anhui Incident, he was forced to go into exile in Hong Kong and reissued Popular Life. After the Japanese army captured Hong Kong, it moved to Dongjiang guerrilla zone in Guangdong, and in 1942, it went to the anti-Japanese democratic base areas in central Jiangsu and northern Jiangsu. The following year, he secretly went to Shanghai to treat cancer. He died on July 24th, 1944. The Central Committee of China * * * accepted the application in its suicide note, claiming that China * * * was officially party member. His works include Complete Works of Tao Fen and Collected Works of Tao Fen.

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