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20世纪的最后一年——2000年6月11日(农历五月初十)10点10分,我的母亲在家乡溘然长逝。享年82岁。母亲去世一年来,老人家的形象不时出现在我的眼前。每每想到母亲,我心里阵阵凄楚,眼里充满雾雨。我10岁那年,正是国家最困难的时候,家家户户断粮断炊,靠树叶、野菜充饥。后来国家发给每人每天1两救济粮,我们全家熬一锅稀饭,里面放上野菜。每次吃饭母亲都将剩在碗底做少的黄豆糁儿给我,
The last year of the 20th century - June 10, 2000 (10th day of the fifth lunar month) At 10:00, my mother passed away in my hometown. At the age of 82. In the past year since her mother’s death, the image of the elderly appeared in my eyes from time to time. Often think of my mother, my heart bleak, eyes filled with fog. I was 10 years old, it is the country’s most difficult time, every household cut off cooking, by leaves, wild plants to eat. Later, the state sent 1 per person per day two relief grain, our family boil a pot of porridge, which put wild vegetables. Each time my mother will eat less left in the bowl of soy beans children gave me,