It turns out that your name is Yuan Jianqiang.

It turns out that your name is Yuan Jianqiang <br />
She once asked her name, she said, she has no name. The surname Yuan, ranked ten, others called her: old ten.
She was not well-dressed, her eyes were dark and her skin was only one hundred and thirty-nine centimeters tall, and she was married until she was forty-five years old. Chen Bo who married her is already fifty-five years old. From the day she was a bride, she was called Chen Hao. When someone called her like this, she laughed and felt very crisp.
She felt that she was lucky and she was married. She has to live the day well. Therefore, she is hardworking than others. Chen Bo’s days were quickly scented by this short, thin woman.
She has had a son. I have born two in total, all sons. When she was pregnant, she worked happily and did not rest. The first son went to the face with a small face for three months. She cried in dizziness, woke up and cried for half a month, and then stepped on the sewing machine to work. When she was born with a second child, she was forty-seven years old. With a lesson, the second child was born out of nowhere. Chen Bo cried this time. She didn't cry, but she ran into the wall.
She didn't crash, but after seeing the neighbor's child, she avoided it far away. She and Chen Bo said: I am afraid that I used to hug those children and I couldn't help but take it home.
two,
One day, she came back from the street and really took back a child. Chen Bo thought that she really took the children of other people back and raised her hand to beat her. She hugged her child and did not hide. The child cried awkwardly and stopped Chen Bo’s hand.
She was very surprised. She told Chen Bo that the child who was on the side of the road had a weak breath and never kept crying. The two carefully examined the child. There was nothing but seven dollars in the quilt. The child was a baby girl and the right hand was a finger longer. Perhaps it was just discarded.
Chen Bo and her are very happy, others don't just happen, and this is their child since then.
But that winter, Chen Bo drank too much and was killed by an oncoming truck. She glared at her daughter in one hand, and glared at the cold, flesh-and-blood man, and cried.
After Chen Bo’s death, she suddenly became old. The black face and wrinkles almost covered her small eyes. She was less than fifty years old, but that face suddenly became 60 years old.
She is one hundred and thirty-nine centimeters tall and weighs only seventy-two kilograms. She usually doesn't have much. She is soaked in the sound of sewing machines every day, working day and night, making quilt covers and curtains. She feels that she is not working hard, as long as she Have a daughter. She didn't think about remarriage, but she grew up like that, and she also brought a six-finger daughter. Who wants her?
When my daughter is six years old, she is going to school. One night, when she was asleep, she stunned her heart and used a kitchen knife to smash the sixth finger of her right hand. The child is very painful, crying and mad, she is among the children who are carrying the child, saying: Hey, my sister, you have to go to school, six fingers will not write good-looking words.
She named her daughter Chen Yuanyuan, but she didn't call the child's name very much. She always yelled and yelled at her. Like her daughter, she didn't think she could be so worried. She used her kitchen knife to put the child. The finger was cut. Anyone who knows that she feels jealous, ten fingers and even heart, how can she cut off one of her daughter's fingers?
The neighbors all told her that she was too embarrassed to talk about it. When her daughter called her mother, she was less. She does not blame, telling her daughter to be like that before: Hey, come to eat. Oh, don't run so fast. Hey, go to school and listen to the teacher.
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When her daughter was admitted to the middle school, she even hardened to toss those cloth threads, and borrowed from the home, and it was very stubborn to make up the tuition. She is sixty years old, still weighing about seventy kilograms, still one hundred and thirty-nine centimeters tall, walking like a wind, very quickly.
When her daughter was admitted to high school, no matter how she tossed, she never saved enough tuition. My daughter is already a little sensible, saying that I really can't go to my mother, I can't add your burden anymore.
She is very determined, can't say it! Hey, you have to go to school, you not only have to go to high school, but also to take college! High school, you go first, go to college and think again, take one step.
She decided to sell the house of Chen Boliu to others and pay the daughter tuition.
She is very determined. On the day of the formalities, the daughter thought that she would never have a home again, and the tears came out. She said: Hey, don't cry, from today, you have to be a strong person, and you will experience more hardships in the future. From the day you are my daughter, you must go through the hardships. I am so old, how far I can go with you.
She really went to high school with her daughter and paid the tuition, leaving more than two hundred dollars. She said, go to the headmaster and see if you can find a suitable job in the school, even if it is a cleaner, you can accompany your daughter to study.
She really went to ask, downstairs in the principal's office, she did not let her daughter keep up. She is kneeling down to ask the principal, she does not want her daughter to see her kneel to others.
She is jealous. However, the principal did not promise her.
When she came out of the principal's office, she was already setting sun. She smiled and said to her daughter: Oh, no fear, I have other ways.
This year, she has sixty-five, her face wrinkles and more overlap, the hair is all white, but also lost two front teeth, the weight is less than seventy kilograms, the back is a little camel, so the height is not one hundred thirty Nine centimeters, squatting like a small shrimp.
Her voice is getting hoarse. When her daughter was admitted to college, she could barely speak, and she could not speak clearly.
The daughter is very sensible, went to work, and applied for a poverty subsidy loan.
Someone knows her business and asks her hard work. The thin old lady smiles and looks like a sullen: not hard. My daughter has to graduate from college, and there is hard work.
four,
In the seventh year, my daughter had an accident. The two boys were wounded in the school for their daughters, and the school had to expel her daughter.
It turned out that the money that my daughter went to school was not earned by working, but was related to different boys. The daughter is not as ugly as she was when she was young. She was beautiful and tall. The young girl couldn’t eat the bitterness and learned to sell her beauty.
She should have noticed that the child said that she went to work all day, but she is getting more and more beautiful.
She went to her daughter's school for the first time, which is the most famous university in the city.
She found her daughter and said, "Hey, I am going to plead with the principal." It’s not easy for you to graduate, you can’t leave without leaving. The daughter did not say anything, she said: Hey, he is wrong, to recognize. She swears a bit, not a daughter. The more she is not jealous, the more uncomfortable her daughter is.
She fell for the second time. It is still in front of a principal who is twenty years younger than her. In addition to her majesty, she couldn't think of other ways to admit her mistakes. Her voice was old and hoarse. She didn't talk about her own difficulties. She only said: I didn't teach Chen Yuanyuan, I was wrong. Please ask the principal not to expel her.
She has repeated this sentence, with a very respectful and serious and serious tone.
She was seventy-three years old, short and thin, and her daughter took her, and she was not allowed to marry her. In the end, she could not pull her, and she was dragged together by her. Her daughter finally frowned for her mother.
Fives,
My name is Chen Yuanyuan, and I am her daughter who is not sensible.
The principal finally promised not to expel me, but to retake one year of credits and behave in order to get a diploma. She was very happy and said to me: Hey, I have been studying for more than a year and can learn more than people.
This year, I seriously went to work, and I was serious enough to finish my studies.

At the 2008 Beijing Olympics, she had already lived in a small two-bedroom home for my own loan. She is seventy-nine years old, she is shorter and thinner. She suddenly becomes weak. It is no longer the old ten who never got sick. She feels that she has become squeamish. She complains that she has done a meal for me. Not well received. She is somewhat disgusted with herself.
On the TV, Chusovich participated in the vaulting competition. The 33-year-old woman had already passed the golden age of this sport, but she saved her son and regained the silver medal.
I told her: Mom, this woman is great, very similar to you.
On October 5, 2008, she was lying in bed, not getting up as usual. She looked calm and quietly went. The doctor said that she should have stopped in the heart and suddenly stopped beating. There is no other reason. Just like a machine, it has been performing well, so she has been turning around and turning to a degree that can no longer be transferred. It suddenly broke down and could not be repaired anymore.
When the doctor fills in the death report, ask me: What is your mother's name?
I muttered, the name on her ID card was Yuan, and she didn't even have a name.
The doctor paused and said: Call Yuan Jianqiang. All mothers in the world have a name, called strong. Children, you must be stronger.
My eyes suddenly flashed through her various years. She was old and ugly, short and thin. In the last few years, she was even dumb, but she stood in front of me and led me away. She walked to the end of her life. Before she stopped, she never bowed and never backed down.
I have tears: Yes, yes, she is Yuan Jianqiang.
Ms. Yuan Jianqiang, please go all the way. If there is an afterlife, we will still be mother and daughter. By then, you will be my daughter, ok?