My mother's well-being and satisfaction are my greatest comfort.
In retrospect, I owe my mother too much in my life. When I was a child, I was weak and sick, which broke my mother's heart. Academically, my mother gave me great support and expectation, but I failed to make a name for myself and made my mother look ugly in front of my hometown and relatives. When I got married, because I was willful, I held a wedding banquet in the border guards, which made my mother very helpless. After marriage, I still let my mother worry. I am middle-aged, and I have white hair on my temples. A white-haired mother has no stable dependence and no stable happiness. The only comforting thing is that my mother's body is still tough and her spirit is good. And my mother's peers left one by one and got sick one by one, which made my mother's anxiety more and more serious.
My mother has never been out of town, and has been busy in her own acre of land for several years. Every time I ask her out to play, she always says that she is carsick and it's too hot. In fact, I just can't live without my nephew and five brothers and sisters. But I know that she is also afraid of spending my money and putting pressure on me. I also know that my mother wants to see the border attractions where her son joined the army to fight. I want to witness the place where my son once fought and worked. Because there is not only her son's sweat, but also her mother's residence, as well as her son's youth and blood.
1984 that summer, finally, with my repeated insistence, I reluctantly took my four-or five-year-old granddaughter Wen Ya to the border city of Jingxi, which is known as Small Guilin ... Although the weather was not very hot, my mother was very energetic. Wear black cloth, liberation shoes and a hat. Put on your usual sloppy clothes. When you are old and strong, you will never lose your heroism. You will break into the primeval forest where tigers and wolves infested in those years, divide hundreds of acres of wasteland with your own hands for planting and breeding, make a fortune, walk like flies, and do farm work, which is amazing. At first glance, I knew that my mother especially wanted to see southern Xinjiang, the motherland where sweat and blood and tears flowed on the hill where she lived more than ten years ago. What's it like?
On the way, I met a fellow villager (Huang, director of the military service organ of the Frontier Defense Corps), and they hit it off and had a good chat. Talk about the hometown where I used to work, the villagers who worked together, and the current situation in the border. In particular, my mother talked about how she and her first husband avoided the Kuomintang's experience of recruiting Rafe, which made people fascinated and thought it was a legend. My seventy-year-old mother was in a good mood when she was in the army. She repeatedly praised the good national policy, and the friendship between comrades in the army is better than the warmth between brothers. What she didn't expect was that officers loved soldiers everywhere in the barracks, and soldiers respected officers so much that they were not brothers but more intimate than brothers!
In those few days, Li Yaming, the head of the delegation, and I went to the frontier defense forces to carry out ideological propaganda activities for Vietnamese soldiers and civilians. Authorized by the head of the delegation, my mother took the special car of the No.2 head (political commissar) of the Frontier Defense Corps for the first time and for the last time, and ran around in the first-line companies at various borders. It's an eye-opener and icing on the cake. Mother was fascinated by it and was very happy and excited.
Along the way, my mother recorded the past and always kept abreast of the changes on the border before, during and after the war. From going out in the morning to returning at night, she traveled hundreds of kilometers. Although she is over seventy years old, she is not tired at all. Watching my mother visit the border cultural landscape with great interest, I made up my mind even more. While my mother's legs and feet are still good and her eyes are still bright in recent years, I must show her old man around more and see the border defense lines in southern Xinjiang of the motherland.
To this end, my mother went to live in the army for more than a month, and the chief gave me special leave to accompany my mother around every border guard. In fact, it is also a small filial piety to let the elderly play healthily and happily. Because only my mother's well-being and happiness is my greatest comfort to my son. To this end, my mother often said in front of me: "It is true that your father died young, leaving me a widow who didn't hurt you, a sick and dying orphan." In the past, I have been a father and mother for more than ten years. Now I can enjoy my son's filial piety and be satisfied with my mother's life. It's worth dying now. There is nothing to regret if you close your eyes and fulfill your wish! "
At 9: 56 on April 24, 2022, Tancheng Huaer Palace Valley.