Mother in winter

The cold wind in December was violently blowing, and the pines and cypresses along the road could not resist. They fell helplessly. The river lost its usual joy and became much quieter. The river was slightly borne with ice.

"How did you wash your clothes? Didn't wash it, you see this grease, your eyes didn't see it?" I complained to my mother again, she couldn't wash it every time, finally I couldn't bear it, I rushed She shouted, but the mother said nothing. After taking the pants, I always felt that my mother was not competent enough, and often washed my favorite clothes.

Said, I accidentally saw my mother's hand, what kind of hand is that? The palms are covered with old cockroaches, deep and deep wrinkles, and the skin of the cracked fingers is still bleeding. I remember the pair of tender and white hands, when did this become, I don’t know, my biological mother! I was ashamed and asked in confusion: "Mom, how did your hand become like this?" Mom took my hand and smiled and said, "Nothing, I have been used to it." My mother's hand is really warm.

Early the next morning, I secretly got up and tracked my mother. It was so cold! The wind outside made me shrink my whole body, but my teeth kept tremble. I saw my mother took a big bucket of clothes and went out. I followed him. It was still not bright, and it was raining. My mother soon came to the river. An aunt said, "How are you so much every day?" Clothes? It’s cold, I have to wear it for a few more days.” Mother shook her head and sighed and said: “My girl is beautiful, I change two sets every day, no way.” Mom said while rolling up Pants feet. The sleeves were also rolled up high, and the clothes were washed. At this moment, my heart burned up. On such a cold day, so frozen water, my mother skillfully licked the clothes and rubbed the soap over and over again.

In the cold wind, my mother was squatting, and the messy and gray hair fluttered around the old cheeks. My eyes were blurred in an instant. In the tears of my eyes, I vaguely saw that my mother had put a pair of tender and white hands... "Mom." I walked quickly, for my fault, for my ignorance, tears: "I wash myself. "My mother raised her head and was taken aback and said, "It's too cold, go back to sleep, so cold to go to hide in the bed." "No, no, no, I don't." I rolled up like a mother. The trousers, rolled up the sleeves and got into the water. I know that the water is frozen and the wind is cold, but it is nothing. At this time, I feel only warmth.

It’s another winter, the cold wind is still lingering, the figure of my mother and my mother is always faintly visible...

Sixth grade of Zhengzhou City, Henan Province, sixth grade: light and fresh 89