There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 43 The Fulcrum of Life

Thinking that her daughter was still alive was the only reason and hope for her to endure for two days.

During a tour in Turkey, the bus passed by the place where the earthquake occurred in 1999. The tour guide took this opportunity to tell a touching but also sentimental story, which happened the day after the earthquake... After the earthquake, many houses collapsed. Rescuers are constantly searching for possible survivors.

Two days later, they saw an unbelievable scene in the gap-a mother, holding the ground with her hands, with an unknown weight of stones on her back: when they saw the rescuers, they cried desperately: "Hurry up!" Help my daughter, I've been holding on for two days, and I'm about to lose it..." Her seven-year-old daughter was lying in the safe space propped up by her hands.The rescuers were shocked and tried their best to move the stones above and around them, hoping to rescue the mother and daughter as soon as possible, but there were so many and heavy stones that they couldn't reach them quickly.The media came here to take pictures, the rescuers were crying and digging, and the hard-working mother was struggling to wait...Through TV and newspapers, the Turks shed tears of sadness.More people put down their work and went into rescue operations.

The rescue operation lasted from day to night, and finally, a tall rescuer reached her little daughter and pulled her out, but...she had been out of breath for a long time.The mother asked eagerly: "Is my daughter still alive?" She thought that her daughter was still alive, which was her only reason and hope for two days of hard work.The rescuer finally couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears: "Yes, she is still alive, we are going to send her to the hospital for emergency treatment, and then we will send you there too!" He knew that if the mother heard that her daughter had died, He must have lost the will to survive, and let the earth and rocks crush him to death, so he lied to her.

The mother smiled tiredly. Later, she was also rescued and sent to the hospital. Her hands were once stiff and unable to bend.The next day, Turkish newspapers headlined a picture of her propping her hands on the ground, with the headline "This is motherly love".The burly tour guide said: "I am a person who is not easily emotional, but when I saw this report, I cried. Every time I lead a group through here, I will tell this story."

In fact, not only he cried, we in the car also cried...

Maternal love is silent
The son who was serving his sentence began to shake when he took the pile of sunflower seeds.Mother was also speechless, she lifted her skirt and wiped her eyes.

Heard two stories about mothers.

One happened between a wanderer and his mother.The wanderer left his hometown after visiting relatives, and his mother sent him to the station.At the station, the strap of his son's travel bag was suddenly broken.Seeing that it was almost time for the departure, the mother hurriedly took off her belt and wrapped up her son's travel.When she unbuttoned her trouser belt, she blushed because of her impatience and effort.The son asked his mother how to get home?Mother said, it doesn't matter, walk slowly.

For many years, the son has kept his mother's waistband by his side.

For many years, the son has been thinking about how his mother walked back home miles away without a belt.

Another story happened between a prisoner and his mother.On the day of the prison visit, an old mother from a poor mountainous area visited her son who was serving a sentence after riding a donkey cart, car and train.

Among the colorful belongings of the visitors, the old mother took out sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son.The sunflower seeds have been fried, and the old mother has eaten them all.There is no skin, and the white flowers are like dense sparrow tongues.

The son who was serving his sentence began to shake when he took the pile of sunflower seeds.Mother was also speechless, she lifted her skirt and wiped her eyes.She traveled thousands of miles to visit her son, sold the eggs and piglets, and had to save a lot of expenses to make up for the travel expenses.Before coming here, after working hard during the day, I cracked melon seeds under the kerosene lamp at night.Put the finished melon seeds and meat together, and watch them grow like a small mountain, and no one is willing to eat it by itself.More than ten catties of melon seeds have brightened many nights.

The son in prison hangs his head.As a strong young man, it was time to take care of his mother, but he couldn't.Of all the visitors, his mother was the most ragged.The melon seeds that my mother ate one bite at a time contained a thousand words.The son "thumped" and knelt down to his mother, and he repented.

Once, a friend of the same age who was married soon complained to me about my mother, saying that she was uneducated and not open-minded, that she could do nothing and was nagging.So, I told him these two stories.After listening, his eyes were blurred with tears, and he was speechless for a while.

symbol of love
There is no need for words, or even any kind of method. Father's love is only generated silently, accumulates slowly, and flows quietly... What is contained in father's love is the luster of the sun and the breath of the vast mountains and forests.There is no need for words, or even any kind of method. Father's love is only silently generated, slowly accumulated, and quietly flowing... After several years of prison reform, the longing for his family is increasing day by day.Family letters are often circulated among prisoners, which can be regarded as sharing family affection.Because of this, I have read many other people's letters from home, which often make me feel sad.

What moved me the most was a letter from a prisoner from northern Anhui.His family called him a dog boy.

Gouya's family lives in a remote mountain village thousands of miles away, and her parents are deaf-mute.Because of poverty, almost no one in the village has ever read a book, and there are only a few who can write a letter of belief.And to write a letter, I had to ask the only teacher at the school a few miles away from home.His parents can't read a single word, so they want to ask someone to write it. It's really not a glorious thing for a son to go to jail.Therefore, writing to him was a difficult task at home.

When Gou Ya first entered the prison, he saw the intoxicated expression when others were reading home letters, and he was extremely envious.But he knew the situation at home, so he curled up on the bed late at night and wept secretly.

In the winter of that year, Gouya Nasizi's eager deaf-mute father sold the only pig in the family and came to Guangdong from thousands of miles away to visit him.At that time, others called him to be visited, but he refused to believe it. It was not until the duty cadre came to call him that the dog boy believed it was true.

An anxious old man in the mountains, a prisoner who misses his relatives, I really can't think of a way for such a father and son who haven't seen each other for a long time to express their feelings.

When Gouya came back from a visit, he brought back a pack of dried salted fish, which was burnt yellow and fragrant. This was the only thing his deaf-mute father sent him all the way.For a long time, the dog boy was reluctant to eat.According to him, this kind of fish smaller than a little finger is a specialty of his hometown, and it only appears in autumn every year, and the only way to catch it is fishing.I don't know how long his father has been fishing to save such a big bag.

One night after work was over, Gouya took out the bag of dried fish that had been stored for a long time as usual, and sat there in a daze.

A prisoner from Guangdong laughed at him and said, "Isn't this the fish food my family feeds tropical fish? Could it be that your father sells fish food, and he will bring it to you if he can't sell it all!" For a long time, it was not until the Guangdong prisoner apologized that the dog boy's anger was calmed down.Not long after that, Gou Ya took a letter and asked me mysteriously, "Hey, I'll show you my letter."

When I saw the exhibition letter, I was stunned!On the back of a 32-block matt grid covered with thousands of wrinkles and sweat stains, there is not a single word, but all kinds of strange patterns are drawn.Seeing that Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, Gou Ya said that this was the way his father had agreed to talk with him during his last visit.

It turned out that on the day of the visit, the dumb father gestured that his family was too poor to visit him often in the future, and would write to him when he missed him.The dog boy was surprised when his father could write.The dumb father hurriedly "explained": drawing a "puppy" means calling him Gouya; drawing a "0" means that everything is well at home; I hurriedly bought 50 envelopes with stamps from the pocket money account issued by the government, and wrote my name and the address of the prison.In this way, as long as his father draws some related patterns on the paper and puts them in, it will be fine.

Looking at the pages full of half-like patterns, I really can't bear to imagine an old man who has worked hard in the fields during the day, bent over at night, using the cracked hands that are used to holding the hoe under the dim light, With his big hand, holding the pen clumsily, he struggled to draw one stroke at a time... What a scene it was!

I couldn't help crying, this is the first time I shed tears for an irrelevant person.

Since then, every other month, Gouya has always received a letter from his dumb father that others cannot understand.Later, some new content was added to the letter: For example, in spring, there will be a peach blossom or a rapeseed leaf in the letter-the dog girl will know that the peach blossoms at home are blooming and the rapeseed has grown taller; in autumn, the envelope will contain Put in a few grains of plump and yellow rice—he knew that the harvest at home was very good; when the cold winter came, his father would often draw a fat padded jacket—that was his father telling him: Don’t forget the cold weather. Add clothes.

Year after year, letters from home came one after another, and none of them drew a "△".

But during this period, Gouya’s mother passed away, his father was sick in bed, and the house was washed down by the flood... It was the father who stretched each "△" into each "0" with a pair of powerful hands, and with generous and deep love , to hold up a clear sky of family affection for Gouya.

The conscience was awakened little by little, and the soul was purified little by little. In May of that year, the dog boy was released from prison ahead of schedule after commuting his sentence for meritorious service.

On the eve of parting, Gou Ya said to me: "Zhi Jian, I will leave you the letters my father wrote in the past few years as a souvenir! Don't forget, no matter where we are, there is a family that cares about us. You should also go early go home."

Holding this heavy paternal love that Gouya regards as the lifeblood, I was speechless for a long time.Yeah, I should go home too.

Mom's Waking Moment

Disasters can take away a person's sober mind, but they can never take away a mother's heart.

Disasters never use mercy to choose victims of abuse.

She is a crazy woman, and her mind is often in a cloudy state. Whenever she is frightened, she will go out of order, either paralyzed or mad.That night, she and her three children either lay or sat on the same bed and watched TV.After nine o'clock in the evening, she remembered that the pigs had not been fed yet, and when she walked through the main room to the kitchen to get the pig food, she suddenly noticed the plaster falling from the roof, so she went outside to see what happened.As soon as she walked outside the door, she saw the house slowly sinking down like melting snow.

The day before, there was a heavy rain in the local area, and her adobe house was flooded, and even the roots of the walls were softened, but she didn't realize that there would be any abnormalities in the house.She froze for a moment, her mind went blank, she just felt as if she was going to faint.She didn't know what to do, she just reminded herself over and over in her heart: "Don't faint."

Suddenly, the little daughter called out from the chaos: "Mom! Help me up!" She woke up and realized that the three children were in the room.She hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

At this time, she heard the elder son's response: "Mom, we are still alive."

After confirming that the three children were still alive, she immediately shouted for help, but her husband was not at home that night, and the neighbors nearby were also out.In the dark night, the shouts were sad, desolate, and helpless.After shouting for a while, only the wind echoed her, she couldn't wait any longer, and decided to save the child herself.Following the voices of the children, she began to crazily scrape away ruins, tiles and soil. While she was crazily scraping, she talked to several children in turn.

She asked her eldest son, "Son, are you all ready?"

The eldest son responded to her: "Mom, we are all still alive!"

At this moment, she heard her little daughter's anxious voice: "Brother, is there a hailstorm?"

She heard the eldest son respond calmly to his sister: "No, the house collapsed. Don't be afraid, Mom is saving us!"

She heard her younger son's weak voice again: "Brother, I can't breathe anymore!"

She heard the eldest son respond calmly again: "Don't be afraid, my brother is here!"

She finally knew that after the disaster, although her eldest son's hands and feet were pressed by wood, and a nail was driven into his right arm, he still stood up against the collapsed beam with his body and propped up a high-rise building with his body. However, in the narrow space of tens of centimeters, the younger siblings are protected under the body.

The life and death of the children made her even more anxious, and she pawed more frantically, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She felt that her hands were getting more and more painful, and her feet were starting to feel weak.As she continued to paw, she encouraged herself: "Don't faint!" The disaster tore through the tranquility of that night, and blood stained the night of that night.

Finally, she saw the gauze curtain and knew she had dug into the bed.She tore open the gauze curtain and pulled the three children out.

This incident happened on September 2005, 9 in Wanmin Village, Daxing Town, Bishan County. The mentally ill mother had a very common name——An Changxian.

Disasters can take away a person's sober mind, but they can never take away a mother's heart.Unprepared disasters often make people extremely small, but they are often also the moment to awaken the sonorous, awe-inspiring and bright light of human nature that has been buried in the daily life.

(Lantao)
(End of this chapter)