There is also a picture of the mother when she was young in the old picture frame on the wall. Black and white, artificially painted two pinks on the cheek, but with high nose and big eyes, two long braids, very beautiful. Coupled with a tall figure, the mother is a beautiful woman. If the beauty is not everyone's show, then it should be Xiaojiabiyu, gentle and pleasant. But the mother is not. On the contrary, she is sloppy, sizzling, and loud, and is reprimanding us whenever and wherever. Every day she is in a hurry like an octopus, she doesn't know what to do. She will never smile and give us an umbrella in the rain, nor will she hurt us when we receive the certificate. She does not read books, does not read newspapers, does not raise flowers and grass, and naturally does not raise small animals. I suspect that the cats and dogs are dirty and noisy. Therefore, I always thought that my mother is not delicate and gentle.
The years slowly piled up and gradually precipitated into another photo of the mother. The background was colored, the face was pale, the cheeks were wrinkled, and the old style was lost. I don't know when the photo was hanging up. I don't know when I found out that my mother likes to raise some small animals.
Initially there were some chickens in the house. Every spring, my mother buys some newly hatched chicks. The little, fluffy and tender little lives are carefully placed in wooden boxes by mothers. Light bulbs are hung in the boxes, and the warmth of the sun shines on them. After a few months, the little chickens will become majestic big cocks or shy red-faced hens. "The cock killed and the hen left the egg to eat," the mother said.
Later, there were a few more ducks in the family, starting with the tender and tender life of the little velvet ball. The mother rushed them out to the river every morning and sipped them home at night. After a long period of time, the ducks who grew up gradually took the initiative to get up. Every day, they just shouted loudly, and they called their mothers to get up and open the door. They lined up their own teams, said goodbye to their mothers, went to the river to eat or They went to play; they just blackened at night, and they lined up with a team of fat ass to call the mother to open the door and go home to sleep. Sometimes the doors are closed, and they will never follow other ducks to other people's homes.
If the motivation of the mother to feed the duck is the same as the motivation to feed the chicken, in order to eat or lay eggs, then I do not understand the use of the two small Dutch rats in the small cage at the stairway. They are rodents, but they are more lovely and beautiful than mice. They are black and white, round and fat, dragging their thin tails, eating, eating and eating. Grass roots, peanut leaves, green vegetables, rice grains, eat everything, eat enough, Qingqing, me, you yell at me. Mothers often look at them on the stairs for a long time.
My mother also started to raise cats and dogs, and asked people to find kittens and puppies, which are healthy and handsome, but she often picked up some "old, weak, sick and sick" on the roadside for no reason. There is a kitten that is dying of illness, discarded by the owner, the mother picks it up, aspirin, Yinqiao tablets, Yunnan Baiyao, and feeds it in a mess; and chews it for it. The mother was hardworking, healthy, and only had bad teeth. She slowly chewed peanuts, pancakes and meat with loose teeth, and chewed us to worry. She chewed the food in one bite and wiped it in the cat's mouth with her fingers. After a few days of tossing, I finally returned to the sky without any surgery, only to completely bury the cat.
Another time I picked a small stray dog, the dog is very ugly, very ugly, two eyes big and small, different colors, eyeball chaos; the dog's body shape, but there are wolf dogs pointed ears; The hair is brown and black, and the one-on-one class is refuted. A hybrid mink dog. We don't like it, ignore it, but the dog cares about our cold eyes and it has the mother's care. It eats desperately every day, sprinkles with joy, and eventually grows into a fat-skinned, tall-skinned fur-skinned dog.
By the way, there are a few white rabbits in the corner of the yard. One has just been a mother. Five newborn bunny, eyes closed, red all over, naked and hairless, like an ugly little mouse. Their bodies were covered with the hair of the rabbit mother who had fallen from their own body, but the mother gave them a small quilt. Three times a day, the mother gave the bunny to the mother of the rabbit for feeding. When they were round and round, let them sunbathe in the sun, then cover them with quilts and end them in the house. Rao is careful, the bunny is still seen by the little white dog at home, and eaten one. The mother was furious and took the stick. She rushed the dog to the side of the rabbit and said, "Do you still eat or not? This can also be eaten! I will kill you next time." A stick hit the ground around the dog. The puppy screamed and ran away.
A yard of chickens, ducks, cats, dogs, rabbits, lively and extraordinary. If my daughter arrives again, it will be a chicken-flying dog. She kissed the cat and kissed the cat, and she kicked the dog into the courtyard. She also pulled the grass to feed the rabbit and drove the duck to the chicken coop. I was upset and confused, and could not help but ask the mother. When she was young, she was not the most. Do you hate feeding these things? How have you fed so much now?
The mother said: "It is not easy to support you when you are young. Where is your care? Now that you are older, you are gone. I am idle."
Suddenly, we understand that we are just a group of kittens or puppies raised by our mothers. When they grow up, they are taken away by others or they don’t want to stay at home and go out alone. Finally, there is only one mother left. She has a lot of time, she can talk to us in a whisper, she can also gently watch us to stroke us, but there is no one around. So she had a lot of loneliness and loneliness, so she began to raise those small animals, fresh, sick; beautiful, ugly; as long as life, she used to have patience and love.
I also finally understood the meaning of the phrase "If the sky is old and old." It turns out that emotions such as life will gradually grow old. Those who are young and rushed to express and release their emotions because of their rushes and heavy lives, those who have been suppressed for a lifetime will become more and more far-reaching and become more mellow. , more and more - delicate and gentle.