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Rain sounds from the eaves
□ Tang Hao
The rain on the eaves is like a stream of rain. The mother is thinking about the eaves rain pillars. Sometimes the rain splashes and wets the mother's eyes.
Just now, on the phone with my mother, I heard a little tiredness in my mother's cough, and of course I was a little happy. My mother was afraid of delaying me to work overtime. The talk time was very short, but I always heard the sound of rain hitting the roof from the phone.
The mother is a short, chubby rural woman who loves stubbornness and crying. She also loves labor, can pick and lift, and is also a popular girl.
In the rainy days when I was young, I couldn't do any work in the fields. However, the eaves of the house are very wide and the daylight is very good. The family naturally chooses to spend a rare and quiet time under the eaves. My father likes to make bamboo with cigarettes, and my mother hums to sew up and make up. My sister sits on a small bench, uses a large bench to make a table, and writes and writes in a book with a pen. I went back and forth between them, sometimes relying on my mother to tell the story of Xiong's mother-in-law, and sometimes watching my father compile an exclusive small bench for me, and also grabbing the pen in her sister's hand to doodle on her book ...
At the age of school, the eaves are the place that accompanies me the most outside the classroom. My father went to work along the coast, and my sister lived in school because of her studies. The crops on the slopes require more careful care from my mother than I do. Every evening, I wait for my mother to go home in the eaves. On a rainy day, the eaves are raining, but only my mother and I are. Mother began to embroider cross-stitch, and sometimes meditated on the eaves and rain pillars. Sometimes the rain splashed and wet her eyes. And I like to stand on a bench listening to the sound of rain, and write down my life insights in the writing text. For example, the times force my father to leave, my sister grows up to go out, and I continue to light the lights in the evening and wait for my mother to return.
Every rainy season means that I am growing up. Inadvertently, the house knocked down the old house and built a bungalow, still with eaves. The mother's cross-stitch is hanging on the wall of the house, and the father's bamboo wares are mostly abandoned. The opportunity for the family to listen to the rain under the eaves seems to be no longer available. My sister and I are working outside, and my father is still running away from home. My mother is the one who keeps my new house in the sunny and rainy season.
Now, every time I go home, my mother ca n’t forget to stay with me for a few more minutes. I ’m afraid to look back at her when I ’m holding the vegetables and eggs. Even if it ’s a simple farewell, I ’m always afraid of tears. Such as eaves rain.
I don't know when it will start, I will always call my mother every rainy day, and tonight.