I think of you almost every day.

by mooectorer on 2012-03-06 09:56:06

Mom, you've been gone for almost a year now, and during this year, I think of you almost every day. When I see women around your age—whether they're using card readers, vacuum suppressors, humidity and temperature sensors, browsing Korean plastic surgery websites, handling the third set of Renminbi, working in Jinan wedding photography studios, Beijing renovation companies, capturing wedding moments, involved in Kunming wedding photography, working with Fengtai moving companies in Beijing, setting up electronic fences, producing aluminum-wood windows, operating printing factories in Beijing, creating flag advertisements, shooting videos in Xiamen wedding photography sessions, engaging in management consulting, recovering furniture in Huilongguan, renovating offices in Beijing, designing advertisements in Shanghai, setting up video conferencing systems—I can't help but think of you, tears welling up in my eyes. I reach out to touch your face, but my arm tingles as if it's been shocked. Pigeons circle mournfully near and far around the river...

Shang tried hard to suppress the overwhelming sadness that suddenly overwhelmed him, yet he could not stop the chill that spread through his heart. You asked me to accompany you for blood tests, and I stood motionless for a long time outside the hospital. Father's intense reaction stopped me in my tracks; I never imagined that a casual comment from me would shock him so deeply. That expression is etched in my memory forever. Father carried my suitcase home and skillfully prepared dishes I love. In my eyes, father’s cooking is always the best, and I adore the food he makes.

As new parents, we have entered the ranks of those who selflessly give. Let us water the carnation on Mother Earth with our sincere efforts, allowing it to bloom forever, filling the garden with its fragrance.

We all despise Yi Luo (fake), but in reality, the initial mistake had nothing to do with her. She was unfortunate and innocent, and I pity her. The person she spent her life with has left her because she needed love the most. Zhen Nan (the real Yi Luo) received enough love—from Chen Jinpeng, Grandma Gu (who was actually her biological grandmother), and Ma Ben (Yi Luo’s fake husband). From all this love, she gained genuine happiness. Even the author gave her an affluent family background, making her truly happy.

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In my eyes, mother has always been omnipotent. Her confidence, strength, inclusiveness, and kindness make her seem incredibly great. Later, the child’s father was found. All his bones were shattered, his head flattened, and his bloody, brain-filled clothes were unrecognizable in color and texture. So how was he identified? Because his hands were still pointing out the window, in the act of throwing something away. My family is a medical family, and most of us work in the same hospital.

Behind them followed two little girls, the elder about eleven or twelve years old, the younger eight or nine. Each held a bag of popcorn, eating as they walked, looking up at the shops and skyscrapers lining the road. The dumplings were filled with shepherd's purse.

During the two-day holiday, Xiao Xu happily passed the time under his mother's protection. Grandma didn't come looking at all.

By the time we learned how to use purple clay tea sets to brew tea, mother had already suffered a cerebral thrombosis and could no longer make rose-scented tea for us. There are two elderly people above and two children below. They, caught in the middle, have reached middle age. Their energy is clearly not as vigorous as when they were young, and their bodies are gradually weakening.

On this day, at noon after school, we swarmed out of the gate. And so, under the careful care of grandmother, even though many families in our area during the early 1970s relied on sorghum, millet, or even wild vegetables to stave off hunger, we never ran out of staple food, nor did we ever go hungry. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that it's not the face I recognize...

Once, my teacher's cousin came to visit. After doctors and nurses had worked tirelessly for a long time—balcony sealing, water controllers, chamfering machines, sign production, hand-painting training, Euresys, color advisory training, sunrooms, sunroom prices, 3M lightbox fabric, marital investigation agencies, Shijiazhuang wedding photography, humidity and temperature transmitters, video conferencing, European travel, architectural models, insulated aluminum windows, advertisement board production, custom office furniture in Beijing, moving companies in Beijing's Fengtai district—the scene of mother and daughter embracing moved and envied everyone who saw it.