我出生在华中地区的一个小村，五十多年过去了，许多事记忆犹新。夜间，老鼠们常常出来撒欢，而幼童时期的我，好怕它们发出的声音。我紧紧依偎着妈妈，不敢离开。而妈妈的陪伴则成了我，最美的记忆。 

在六位兄姊之中，我是最小的。妈妈显然有更多的时间给我。每当外界有任何风雨，童年的稚嫩无法担当，是妈妈的怀抱，瞬间给我天堂。有时感冒了，妈妈总能为我做出美味的餐食；冬天的被窝很凉，而我的被窝，常被烘的暖暖热热的。有一次家里没有生火，被窝冷的像冰一样，妈妈教我说：“钻进去打个滚，被窝很快就热了，你试试看。”照着妈妈的话去做，被窝真的暖和起来。 

上小学了，有一次校长说：“下午收学费！”。午饭后，我在家里磨蹭着，不肯去上学。尚且年幼的我，就已懂得体谅家事。我思忖着：一旦开口要学费，家里没钱怎么办？我不想看见妈妈为难的样子。妈妈看出了我的心事，就细声问我：“我约莫着时间，学校要收学费了吧！”我点了点头。妈妈接着说：“学费早就准备好了，我养了长毛兔，上个月就剪了兔毛，卖给了需要的人。” 在上个世纪七十年代，乡村几乎一穷二白。很多农村的父母，选择让孩子及早辍学，到农田耕种，还能收点粮食，改善家中困境。去上学，不仅不能耕种，还要付出学费，家里的负担常会雪上加霜。妈妈支持我们读书的态度很坚定，知难而进，付出了智慧与辛苦。她说钱是用来挣的，用来花的，用来进步的。 

物质短缺，成了激励，我们知道怎么用最少的物质，获得最多的效能。从小学一年级，我就开始了自觉学习，方格本写满了，还是要继续写，我享受童年时期，那铅笔在纸上疾驰的声音。每当夜深了，妈妈总会轻敲我的房门，提醒我，该睡了。

妈妈教导我：“男孩子，一定要对女孩子好，每个女孩都值得爱和尊重。”她支持我人生中的每一个决定与选择，从不干涉，从不强求，从不抱怨，她有的只是默默的付出、注视与鼓励。 

就这样在母爱的圣洁光泽中，我长大成人。我在自己的领域，不断取得新的成绩。有一次，我带妈妈去我热带的别墅。她好奇地参观了每一个房间，又回到客厅，她没有坐沙发。而是坐在一楼的楼梯台阶上，郑重地问我：“住这么好的地方，可以不吃饭么？”

简单的一句话，让我陷入沉思。是的，世间每一样物件，都只有其自身的功能，你可以追求其美，但更要追求世间之博。眼界开阔，内心平和，才能真正享受奋斗的快乐。

 

In a humble hamlet quaint and small,

In the heart of our fair land I crawled,

Half a century has passed since then,

But memories of my childhood remain.

 

In the dead of night,

I would hear,

The squeaking sound that filled me with fear,

Mice and rats scurrying in our abode.

Fear not, for my mother was near,

A comforting presence that I held dear,

She had borne five siblings before me,

And to her arms, I would always flee.

 

In childhood's realm,

I found my truest love,

In my mother's tender arms, like a gentle dove.

Through winter's coldest nights, she kept me warm,

A soft and loving haven, safe from life's storm.

 

When sickness came, she tended to me with care,

Her touch and gentle voice were always there.

And in the kitchen, she made delights to ease my pain,

Her loving thoughts were like a soothing rain.

 

Ere sleep's sweet embrace, the quilt did oft glow,

But one time it did not, to my woe.

My mother's words did then resound,

"Within the folds, warmth shall be found."

So I nestled in, as she did urge,

And soon the quilt began to surge,

With heat and warmth, a comfort true,

My mother's wisdom, I did imbue.

 

 

When I began my studies, joy and mirth filled my heart,

But one day, I felt a reluctance, that kept me apart.

My tuition fees were due, and I needed funds in a haste,

Yet I could not bring myself to request, a penny in waste.

 

My mother, wise and perceptive, noticed my distress,

And gently inquired if the school required a fee, no less.

Her discerning ways guided me through my plight,

And I felt grateful for her wisdom, shining so bright.

 

My mother, ever clever, found a way

To raise the funds we needed to pay

For my education, a lofty goal

In times of hardship, a worthy toll.

 

Dozens of rabbits she bred and cared

And from their soft hair, a treasure she shared

With those in need of such a fine art

To weave and sell, with a mother's heart.

 

As the 80s dawned, our countryside

Faced poverty, a crushing tide.

Farmers saw no other way,

Than to pull their children from school to pay.

 

My mother, however, had a different view,

She fought hard to see her dreams through.

She worked long hours, and never gave in,

To hardship or challenge, or poverty's spin.

 

For her, money was something earned with care,

To be used not in vain, but with wisdom and flare.

Education was the key to a brighter tomorrow,

One where success was earned, not just borrowed or hollow.

 

And so, she urged us to study and learn,

To chase our dreams, with all our yearn.

For in the land of opportunity,

Education was the key to true prosperity.

 

Poverty was my beacon in early youth,

And through the night, I sought after the truth,

My mother's gentle knock each night did sound,

Reminding me of time's relentless bound.

 

With age, my mother spoke these words of grace,

"Your choices are your own, my child.

Embrace

The love that finds you, for every woman's soul,

 Is angelic, and deserving of love's role."

 

 

Bathed in love, grown up I became,

A successful adult with much acclaim.

I beckoned Mother to my villa fair,

She toured each floor, took in each air.

 

But on the first stair, she chose to perch,

Instead of the sofa, she left us in search.

"Living in this fine place, I must ask,

Can one survive without a meal or task?"

 

A simple question brings me to a pause,

As I ponder the beauty in what's often ignored.

For every object has its own worth,

A purpose that's intrinsic, from its very birth.

 

We can marvel at its delicate design,

But must not forget the world beyond the line.

With an open heart and peaceful soul,

We cherish every moment, our lives made whole.