Mother in memory

My mother has been suffering from leukemia for more than two years. She has seen it in Chengdu, a cancer hospital in Lanzhou. She spent a lot of money and didn't get better. Finally, the hospital gave her mother a notice of critical illness. After discussing with several relatives, Dad decided to take the mother home and continue treatment. Dad and relatives mean that even if their mother dies, they will die at home. We still have this habit in the countryside here, and the dead must die at home.

On a Saturday afternoon, I was doing my homework in my room. "Sister, come on! Mom is not going to die!" Brother's crying, so that my nose is sour, tears burst out, I put my hands on my face, rubbed a few, sighed, cried, went to my mother before. My mother's pale face, very stiff eyes are dull, her lips are chapped, her breathing is very difficult, she is faintly groaning. I looked at my mother and my tears came out again. But I tried to hold back, didn't cry, and leaned down, in my mother's ear, gently whispering, shouting: "Mom, Mom." Mother moved her head in a difficult way. She opened her eyes very hard and looked at me. The tears in her eyes flowed out and closed her eyes. I turned my head silently, and the tears finally couldn’t help but flow down again. I bite my lips and don't let the sound come out. I am afraid that my mother is worried and worried. Mom, I don't want to cry and send you away. I want to leave a strong impression when you are leaving. My daughter has grown up. That night, my mother was taken a young life by leukemia.

On the afternoon of the third day, after the mother was buried on the hillside behind the house, everyone went home. Without my mother, my heart suddenly felt lonely. I came to the top of the building alone, and the falling maple leaves lingered on the chaotic roof, clustered in clusters. I sat on the roof, hugged my knees, hugged myself, tears fell quietly, my body trembled, and my mouth whispered: "Mom, how are you so patient, are you willing to leave us? You are gone, how do I and my brother?" Do you not afraid that we are being bullied? Is it said that there is no mother? Mom, you are coming back, you are coming back." Only the cold wind called me away and drifted into the distance. I know that no matter how I call, my mother is leaving me. The ruthless leukemia took the lives of young mothers and took away my maternal love. I looked helplessly, on the hillside not far from the room, the wreath in front of my mother's grave, standing alone, only it was accompanied in silence, the lonely soul of the mother underground.

The sun shines on me through the clouds. Warm, I slowly calm down the cry, raise my head, the sun's rays hit me directly on my face, and the tear marks still remain on my face. The bitterness in the heart cannot be diluted. I said to myself in my heart: "Mom, let's go with confidence! I will take care of myself without you."

Yao Duguo Xiaochu, Qingchuan County, Sichuan Province: wangweiyong001