Three bags of rice story

This is a true story. This is a special hardship case families. Gangshangxiaoxue his son when his father died. Nianger Liang with each arm, with a pile of loess gently away his father.

Mother did not remarry, endured sufferings to pull her son. At that time the village without electricity, his son every night lamp next book in the voice of Lang Lang, writing painting, mothers holding needlework, gently, and makes a thick sewn into the mothering her son's clothing and shoes. Day after day, year after year, when one by one certificate covering both sides of the walls variegated, my son, like spring bamboo, scold scold a long way up. Looking at the first half than their own son, mother, his eyes full of smile wrinkles Zhang.

When the mountainsides of trees Fanchu autumn, my son admitted to focus on one of the county. His mother is suffering from rheumatism, could not do farm work, and sometimes even have enough to eat. At that time one, students had to bring 30 pounds of rice per month to the cafeteria. Children know that his mother could not take, he said: "Mother, I want to leave farm work for you." Mothers touching child's head, love to say: "You have the heart to play acting by Lane's mother happy, but the book non-reading is not. rest assured your mother like you, there is another way of caring for you. your first school enrollment, I then Jiusong meters to go. "stubborn child say no, my mother said go and, child, or say no, mother wielded rough The palm, strong in the face of rejection in children, which is 16-year-old child being beaten for the first time ... ...

Children going to school finally, and looked away in the back of his mother's silent meditation.

Before long, county and a large dining hall usher in a belated mother, and she limped Norway door, panting from the shoulders of unloading a bag of rice. Is responsible for the registration of the bear master palm scale open pocket, grabbed one meters looked at, his brow on the lock, and said: "You do parents always like accounting and little cheaper. You look, there are early rice, mid-season rice, late rice, as well as small m, is simply our canteen as an odd-m barrels of. "his mother, bashfulness, blushing even say sorry. Bear Master Upon seeing this, did not say anything, and received. The mother took out a small sack, said: "The chef, it is 5 dollars, my son this month's living expenses, trouble you transferred to him." Xiong master take over, shook her, which Dangdang Tintin coins. He joked: "how do you sell boiled eggs in the street?" The mother's face again red, hedged with a Tao Xie, and limped away.

Another month, the mother carrying a bag of rice into the dining hall. Bear Master usual open bag to see meters, brow again locking, or variegated meters. He wanted to, is not the last the mother did not give a clear picture, we Yiziyidun told her: "No matter what the meters, we are close. But the species to be separated, do not mix, or can not cook, cook The rice is cooked out of the. next time also so I do not collected. "Some fear to request her mother:" The chef, my family's rice are like this, how do? "Bear master enough to create misunderstandings, and anti-asked:" your family to grow 100 mu of fields can be kind of rice? really funny. "there were no real dress down, the mother did not dare say a word, bears her master is no longer reasonable.

The third month, the mother again, and bears a look at master meters, with rage, with almost irrational tone, hair show tonight in snapped: "hey, I say you do damn it, how obstinate 呀? loud noise, or variegated rice? you know, today is back to how, or how to back to go back! "

Mother seems to already be predicted that corner to his knees, kneeling in front of Bear master, two lines of tears pouring down the sunken eyes godless: "chef, I told you the truth of it, this rice is I have to discuss ... ... beg for food come ah! "Bear Master by surprise, eyes wide wandering round, for a long while could not speak.

His mother sitting on the ground, roll up their trouser legs to reveal a pair of rigid deformation of the legs, swelling into a fusiform ... ... mother wiped a tear and said: "I got late rheumatism, and even walking is difficult, but not talk of farming. Son sensible, to drop out to help me, was a slap in the face, I hit the school ... ... "

She also bears the master explained that she had been without the knowledge of folks, even more afraid of children know that hurt his pride. Day, days daybreak, she Chuaizhe empty rice bag, leaning on a stick more than 10 miles away quietly into the village to beg, and then wait until after dark secret Mojin village. She will discuss the past m together early to school ... ... the mother verbose way, she had already shed a tear bear master. He propped his mother, said: "Well Mom, ah, I'll go tell the principal, contributions to the school to your home." Huang Budie to Yao Zhuoshou mother said: "Do not, do not, if the son knew your mother begging for his school, the ruin his self-esteem. affect his reading can be bad. chefs and kindness I receive, and ask you for my confidence, remember remember! "

Mother gone limp.

Chancellor finally know this, calm and collected, to poor students in the name of the son of a three-year relief for tuition and living expenses. Three years later, her son with 627 scores were admitted to the university. Farewell graduates that day, county and one in the craft slice the mother's son heads specially invited to the podium, this life wondering: I took the test scores of students there are several, why just asked me to power it? Even more strange is that on the stage sitting on a pile three drums capsule capsule She Pidai. At this point, the mother bear gave a master power meters for the children to school discuss the story, the audience silent. She Pidai three principal points, emotionally said: "This is the story of the mother of three bags of rice have to discuss, which is in the world with money can not buy food. Here are invited to this office a great mother."

Son puzzled look back but look, I saw the mother bear teacher escorted to the stage is being moved step by step. We do not know what his son was thinking the moment, I believe to his share of the shock waves in no way inferior. As a result, human warmest affection staged scene, mother and son pairs depending on the mother's eyes warm, Rou Rou, and a lock of gray hair that some children scattered to ride in the forehead, the son pounce forward, grabbed her, crying: "Mother, ah, ah ... my mother ..."