Recommended reason: dignified and delicate language, art shows the mother's earnest persistence, forbearance and calmness. Despite her sadness, she is eager for cultural knowledge, longing for a better life and making unremitting efforts for it, which is the epitome of her life. Pure feelings, rich heart and diligent pursuit make people feel admired!
I came back from my grandmother's house in Fujian. I was 5 years old. Before my sister was born, my mother treated me as a little baby and told me stories in the vernacular Historical Records before going to bed every day.
? She was lying on her side and I was lying in her arms. She talked about Ximen Bao's rule over his powers, and the illustrations showed the local officials huddled and shivering. Ximen Bao glared at the bad guys, and the left corner of the picture was a surging river. Because I am interested in the story, but I can't read, so I lie down and stare at the illustrations in the book, and those pictures are still vivid. In the long winter, the north wind is particularly energetic, roaring between heaven and earth day and night, and the doors and windows are creaking, as if a behemoth gnashed its teeth to tear down the house and eat children. Listening to my mother read the vernacular Historical Records made me forget the "monster" outside the door. ?
My friends and I play in front of and behind my mother's office every day. Sometimes when there is no partner to play, I just rub my elbow back and forth on my mother's desk, and my whole body is swaying and twisting rhythmically, and my mouth is whispering, commonly known as "grinding people". And the mother is either busy working or knitting a sweater. She doesn't like telling folk stories and singing nursery rhymes to coax children like grandma, uncle and aunt. Her work is extremely boring in the eyes of children. "mom! Mom! I am bored! No one plays with me. " My whining finally got louder, repeated over and over again, and stamped my feet angrily. My mother looked at me helplessly and said, "Then I'll teach you to write in Chinese calligraphy." As soon as she writes, I'm not bored.
The whole process of writing brush characters is new to me, which is much more fun than knitting sweaters. Mother opened the inkstone, poured ink, drew a brush from the pen container, and became very focused and quiet. Her eyes stared at the paper unblinkingly, and after holding the brush skillfully dipped in ink, she gently rubbed it on a small group of silk floss in the ink box and lifted the pen to see if it was sharp. If it's not sharp, she will continue to wipe the pen in circles until all the bristles come back to the team, and she will take the pen on the paper with satisfaction; If the writing brush has bristles in the middle, rub it a few more times until the mischievous person obeys. Mother's handwriting has a great contrast between the thickness of strokes and the structure of the whole font, so mother's handwriting is very special. I have heard many times that my mother's old colleagues praised her words, but she shook her head indifferently.
? When viewed horizontally, the ridge side becomes a peak,
? The distance is different.
? Don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain,
? Just because I am in this mountain.
-the title of Xilin wall? Su Shi
Mother wrote these four poems vertically with a brush and began to teach me to recite them over and over again with her northern Shanxi dialect. This is the first poem she taught me to recite. Reciting poems is fun, of course. After I recited the meeting soon, my mother pressed the copied poems under the glass plate, which had already pressed many ancient poems she copied with a brush. In a few days, she pointed to the glass plate and questioned me again, so I pointed to the poem and read it back and forth, knowing every word.
? My mother was working at the artificial rainfall hail suppression station, only 1 meters away from home. The tall poplar trees are surrounded by red brick and red tile houses, and the glass windows are brightly polished. The golden sunshine shines on the table through the dense leaves, and it is full of blinking spots. The breeze in July blew her mother's single dress with blue dots on a white background, and her black soft hair was ear-short. Her round face was white and clean, and her eyes with single eyelids were particularly kind. She was 37 years old that year. Looking at her photos at that time, she was quite elegant and delicate but often sad.
as long as I can remember, my mother loved to write in brush strokes. In the whole office, there are two uncles who write well in Chinese calligraphy, and only the mother. In that poor era, there were only two lonely Xinhua bookstores in the whole city, one of which was farther than the other. Without exception, the bookshelves on the four walls of the bookstore and the blank space on the ceiling are routinely covered with solemn big heads of leaders. These old-timers who swallow mountains and rivers are all sitting in danger and looking into the distance. When I was young and illiterate and followed my mother into Xinhua Bookstore, I stared at the leaders of the four walls carefully. They were unwilling to smile at me from beginning to end. Before 198s, the bookstore didn't sell brush copybooks, and my mother's calligraphy materials were poor to zero, which means that she had no chance to practice calligraphy according to Copybook for calligraphy.
? Mother takes time to write calligraphy at work, but often only for a short time. She must spend her spare time knitting sweaters, pants, socks, gloves, sweaters, pants, socks, gloves, etc. The warm clothes worn by five people in the family depend on the hard work of their mothers. After work, my father is at the construction site all the year round, and all the heavy and trivial work at home belongs to my mother, which distracts her time and consumes her energy. Therefore, it is conceivable that the mother's love for calligraphy can only last for a long time, and it has been written to a certain level, but she must never put aside her work and housework to go all out for her hobbies. It's a pity. If the teacher is clear and there is enough time, my mother's calligraphy will be better. Like those calligraphers nowadays, there are often exhibitions, competitions and auctions to win prizes or something.
? Mother not only writes official script with brush, but also is good at writing with hard pen. No matter how cheap and broken the ballpoint pen is, as long as there is still a drop of oil, it will be held by the mother to write beautiful words. She never writes popular Chinese characters, but she has been writing official script all her life. She is still very fast, not slower than Chinese characters, soft and powerful. So far, mothers are the best-looking people at home, only the first, not the second. There is an ordinary bamboo pen holder on my mother's desk all the year round. It is said that the ink on the barrel was carved by my family, and I guess it was my father. Naturally, the bamboo pen holder was brought from his hometown in the south. He carved with a knife and painted it with black ink. Brush pens with different sizes and thicknesses are inserted in the pen holder, and a black stone inkstone is placed squarely next to the bamboo pen holder, which shows a different style from the desk of the whole department and even the whole bureau. Mother also wrote down good poems and famous sayings that can sharpen her in calligraphy and pressed them under the glass plate.
when I was in the fifth grade of primary school, my mother came home one day with bright eyes and said confidently, "I read the newspaper today, and there was an article saying that if I read 3 poems of Tang poetry, I could recite them even if I didn't know how to write them. Then let's recite a good Tang poem in the future. " Mother had always copied ancient poems and recited them, but the number was small, more than 1. Since then, her enthusiasm for reciting ancient poems has soared, and she specialized in copying ancient poems with official script, which has been endless since then. However, my mother was reluctant to use the sponge notebook (the senior notebook at that time) awarded to her by the unit to copy poems. Her official script handwriting is on scattered pages, in a palm-sized notebook, in the blank space of waste newspapers ... Now that I think about it, I suddenly understand my mother's shy desire at that time. If she can learn to recite poems by heart, she is very willing to be a poet.
? Mother's search for poetry is very narrow and folk. In those years, before going out to work in the morning, she would always stop at the door for a moment and raise her hand to turn over the month card hanging on the door wall. She always knew the holidays, 24 solar terms or the lunar calendar. "What's the date of the solar calendar today?" But she never forgot to add: "What's the date of the lunar calendar?" The page she turned over is never torn off like other people's homes, but she uses a small clip to clamp this page and the cover, so that on the last day of the year, she can completely take down a calendar book and hang a new one. The old calendar she took down became her notebook, and blank pages or back pages were used to copy poems. Mother is so diligent in writing her official script, regardless of the thin paper printed on the calendar at that time, which is always white, red, blue, green and yellow, and the translucent front can be seen from the back.
the moon card has become one of the treasures for mother to find riddles of poems and songs. At the bottom of each page, poems and songs are printed every day, as well as the knowledge points that she thinks are very clever, and the tips of rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. In those years when I was by her side, my ears were full of poems and songs that my mother copied from books, newspapers, and monthly cards, and recited them with relish. I did have a resistance to her infatuation with classical literature, because she couldn't speak Mandarin, and she just read poetry in dialect! Her dialect is Tuoxian dialect, which belongs to northern Shanxi dialect. In the primary school where Mandarin was popular at that time, my mother's dialect really made me lose face and always wanted to cover my ears. She is embarrassed to imitate the announcer on the radio, and she is full of emotion. She reads poetry like a jingle. I became the top student in the poetry reading class at school, and I was even more reluctant to listen to my mother recite poems in dialect when I came home, but she just smiled. In addition to the month card at home, there was a desk calendar issued by my father's unit, and my mother was even more reluctant to throw it away. The desk calendar was often good in paper and had many blank spaces for messages. She tied the hole on one side of the desk calendar with a rope and turned it into a thick little notebook. She carefully copied poems and sentences with a brush in the blank.
? My mother has told us many times that she heard from her grandmother that dolls should study hard. Grandma's name is Han Zhentang. She should be 113 years old this year, wrapped in a standard three-inch golden lotus, taught herself Chinese and arithmetic, and believed in Catholicism. Because of her education, she also served as a teacher in the church before liberation for a long time. My mother's second uncle's name is Han Guoliang, and he will be 125 years old this year. He was a leader of the people in Tumochuan area, leading the people to build forts, fighting against grain, soldiers and bandits, and became a Chinese teacher in middle school after liberation. He was a hero who dared to tell the truth with an iron frame. My mother was deeply influenced by my grandmother and uncle since childhood. She was very eager for cultural knowledge and hoped to become a cultured and knowledgeable person, so my mother would be so willing to read books and newspapers and write calligraphy well.
? One day, she talked about practicing calligraphy when she was young. "I saw that the official script of a comrade in the unit was written well, so I personally practiced." When she said that, I clearly saw a faint smile on her mouth and recognized her deep admiration for the mentor. It dawned on me that her calligraphy originated from official script, which was remarkable because she was creative and didn't follow the old path of her predecessors.
? The comrade who is good at calligraphy mentioned by my mother has aroused my imagination. Who is he? Have I seen it? Older or younger than mother? Or the same year as if? What does he look like? What kind of person is he? Is he still alive? What is his fate? Mother swept away this mentor who influenced her all her life with extremely vague words, never saying another word for him, never saying his last name, and quickly changed the subject. Mother can really hide "information"! This top secret information has been hidden for many years. This makes me just daydream and let it go. I want to thank this talented person who is hidden in the office for his wonderful influence on my mother, so that she can love official script in her own way all her life. ?
Mother's spiritual temperament and cultural pursuit have a subtle influence on our sisters. I practiced Liu Gongquan's copybook for three years in high school, and then practiced official script, hard-pen regular script and running script. In college, the subject of character design needs to be practiced every day. Thanks to the practice of fonts in my youth, I have a good foundation and experience in learning this lesson and got good marks in the exam. With the third generation in my family, my mother always pays attention to the words written by her grandchildren, and always praises her children in time when they are finished. My daughter bought Song Huizong's thin gold copybook when she was in the third grade, and said that she would practice her handwriting well. I called my mother and told her, "It's all your old man's inheritance, and the children are very willing to write well." Mother was very happy to hear that.
? After my mother turned 7, I continued to have major operations. My father's dementia became more and more serious, and my mother's mood became more and more painful. I have read a poem copied by her during this period, all of which are sad and generous, with tears in their eyes. I guess every word she chooses is the outlet of her mind. She has endured the unfair judgment of fate for a whole life, only to shout and tell in the poems and get a * * * sound.
When my father was seriously ill, he occupied a back room, so my mother had to bend to the big bed in the dimly lit partition, lying on the bed and continuing to copy poems and recite them. Mother always wanted to have a desk, but I didn't know where to move back an old desk for primary school students and put it in a narrow and dark living room as a place for her to write. The mottled old yellow paint that stood out was extremely out of harmony with things at home. There are brushes and ink cartridges that she used when she was young on the windowsill! She won't let us touch her things. It's a pity that my mother loved calligraphy all her life, but she didn't really buy a good pen for herself, bought a decent desk, never wrote words on rice paper, never even saw rice paper, and never hung up the words in an ostentatious way to appreciate them.
gradually, handwriting has been replaced by computer and mobile phone typing, and even home letters have gradually disappeared. I haven't written to my mother for a long time, but just talked with WeChat video. When I went back to my mother's house in the Spring Festival of 214, my sister and I went to have dinner for the New Year, and we turned on our mobile phones to check the recipes from time to time. "Ah! ! I write and copy, good poems and common sense of life, and I want to leave them for you. You may use them in the future. Who would have thought you'd check it all with your mobile phone! So many notes I copied for you are useless! ！” Mother's voice was full of loss and great regret. She sat on the sofa, staring straight at us with her eyes wide open, and her hair stood on end! Her thin hands beat her thighs hard!
? I was shocked, my sister was shocked. We both turned to look at her together. At that moment, I suddenly understood that my mother had worked hard for half her life to copy official script, and every word was love, just like a "book of love" written to her children! An encyclopedia! The whole world can't understand her, and her daughter can't help but understand! But she found that her daughters were not interested in reading at all, and the notes she copied were of no use at all. She felt that this deep love for us was ignored by desolation! ! The mother's exclamation was deeply painful and extremely rare! She has endured all her life, but only once in her later years, she gave a cry of grief and indignation! ! !
how to comfort my mother? ! How can I make my mother feel that her writing is important? ! My sister specially bought a series of notebooks for primary school textbooks in the Republic of China, half of which were Chinese lessons and half were blank pages. The notebook design was simple and sentimental, which my mother could not bear to buy all her life. My sister asked my mother to copy poems and famous sayings on the blank page every day, but my mother shirked and didn't want to write any more. My sister said affectionately, "mom, you have to write." There are fewer and fewer people writing now, and mom's handwriting is so beautiful that it will become more and more precious! When I miss you, just look at your handwriting. " My sister gave a set of exquisite Four Treasures of the Study to my mother, and put it on the table with paper, ink, pen and inkstone. This is a professional and grand treat.