我的母亲是一位普通的农家妇女。母亲生养了我们七个姐弟妹,但却只有我一个是儿子。在我呱呱坠地来到这个世界上的时候,正是青黄不接的农历四月的一个美好的早晨,我赤条条从母体中拱了出来,明丽的朝霞就从窗口照临在母亲和我身上。于是乎母亲的脸上绽开了花朵,在她的眼前闪闪升起了一轮灿烂的“太阳”,从此她就充满了希望,并为此含辛茹苦,忍辱负重,数十年拼死累活默默无闻,咬紧牙关过日月,有如背上了一架沉重的伴枷。在那三年困难日子却是更难熬了,野菜成了当家主食。一到入冬,父母亲就上山去挖回来蕨根洗净,过滤出来的淀粉做成杷粑给我们吃,把那蕨根渣滓捣成粉屑父母吃。 My mother is an ordinary farmer woman. Mother gave birth to our seven siblings, but only me and my son. When I came to this world in my birth, it was a beautiful morning in April, a lunar month, when I was out of my mother’s house, and bright morning glow came upon my mother and myself from the window. Ever since the mother’s face blooming flowers, flashing a brilliant “sun” in front of her eyes, she was full of hope, and for this end with much work, bite the bullet, decades of stumbling, obscurity, clenched Dental sun and the moon, like a back with a heavy flail. In those three difficult days it is more difficult, wild herbs became the owner of staple food. Once into the winter, parents go up the mountain to dig back to fern root wash, filter out the starch made of loquat for us to eat, that fern root dregs crumbled crumbs parents eat.