母亲向来体弱多病，时常卧床不起，一睡就是好几天。脸色蜡黄还咳嗽，床踏板上总放着一盆草木灰，专门让母亲吐痰用。其实，母亲大多时是在咯血，那盆草木灰总带有血腥气。
母亲病倒时常说她不行了，总喘着粗气，虚弱无力，低声哼哼，有时是痛苦地呻吟。每当此时，大姐总趴在母亲床头哭，我和二姐站在床下哭，父亲早去找赤脚医生了。
赤脚医生书宝是我家常客，每次母亲病情严重时，父亲便找他来给母亲打针，打一种叫做青霉素的针。一针下去，母亲就像吃了仙丹一样。书宝，成了母亲的救星，也成了我们全家的希望。
母亲的病除了书宝治，也到县医院看，多是看中医。县医院的老中医是我母亲的另一位救星，每次去看，都是拿回一大捆纸包的香茶，也就是中药。我家时常弥漫着一种特殊的中药味，那残存的药渣多是倒在大塘埂的道路上，据说可以让行人踩走晦气。
母亲病情最严重的一次，老中医判我母亲活不长久。父亲领着我们全家在庐江照相馆照了一张全家福，那一年我七岁。这一张珍贵的照片没能保存下来，很是遗憾。我成家后，这张照片还有几分清晰，也曾到父子照相馆寻求复原，终是没能如愿。
那一年，同村沾亲的表舅妈因病去世。我母亲恰好再次犯病，睡倒在床上。封棺的当晚，村上人都去看热闹，她那十几岁的儿子披麻戴孝，很多人同情的当口给予了肯定和赞许。回到家中，父亲和母亲谈起比我大不了几岁的表哥，我早在心中暗暗记下了他在封棺前后的一举一动，便乐滋滋地凑到母亲床沿，说若是母亲也像表舅妈那样我也会做那些，边说还边在床踏板上做起了示范。我记得非常清楚，母亲当时笑了，笑得很开心。
母亲就这样一年又一年，总让我们感到无比恐惧。
母亲的病情时好时坏，后来我才知道母亲年轻时得过肺结核，还有严重的气管炎。
父亲对母亲并非母亲所说不关心，每到冬天，父亲总给母亲装热水瓶暖和身子。父亲总让母亲多睡一会，自己起早煮早饭，洗锅、刷碗也多半是由父亲做。
我真正理解死亡应该是在读五年级时，亦或略早一点。隐约记得是在淘米煮饭时，米缸见底了，靠手一把一把地将米抓起来。那一刻，我竟然想到了死亡。想到了疼爱我的父亲和母亲终有一天会永远离开我，趴在米缸上哭起来。
母亲虽然多病，但每到忙时却是一身劲，这是我百思不得其解的。双抢时，母亲总是跟在父亲身后，割稻、栽秧、掼稻、晒稻，样样都做。从第一天忙到最后一天。一闲下来，病又来了。
正如此，邻人都说元大婶子是满是劲来、闲时病来。及至今天，也是如此，有学生的日子，母亲总是一身劲，提着大塑料袋子满校园捡拾孩子们丢弃的废纸和饮料瓶。一到放假，母亲便睡倒了，总说自己怕是不行了。母亲，确实是坚强的，她的乐观是学不来的。正如此，她总说自己不怕死。
印象中，有一年双抢却出了意外。想来应该是刚上初中时。双抢中间的一天晚上，父亲突然带着哭腔喊醒我们，说是我母亲快不行了。两个姐姐和我闻声起床，都带着哭腔。只见母亲直挺挺地躺在竹床上，全身冰凉，脸色苍白，呼吸微弱。那一次，我感觉到前所未有的悲伤。好在，书宝背着药箱来了，只是虚惊一场。
双抢结束，又去了一次县医院，依旧是看中医。老中医再次判我母亲活不长久。
随着医学的发展，以及生活水平的提高，母亲去医院的次数也少了许多。
母亲好几年没再去县医院看中医。
我师范毕业时，带母亲到县医院最后一次看中医，那老中医十分惊讶。他直言不讳地说没想到我母亲还在人世。
母亲信中医，总说父亲若是看中医必是不会那么快就走了。只是，那时县医院已经没了老中医。
My mother was always sickly, often bedridden, and slept for several days.Face wax yellow also cough, the bed pedal always put a basin of vegetation ash, specially let the mother spit with.In fact, most of the mother is in the hemoptysis, the basin of vegetation ash always with bloody gas.
My mother was ill and often said she could not, always panting, weak, humming low, sometimes groaning in pain.Whenever at this time, the elder sister always lie on the mother's head of the bed crying, the second sister and I stood under the bed crying, my father early went to find a barefoot doctor.
Barefoot doctor Shu Bao is a regular in my family, every time his mother is serious, his father asked him to give his mother an injection, hit a needle called penicillin.One shot down, the mother is like eating the elixir.Book treasure, became the mother's savior, but also became the hope of our whole family.
Mother's disease in addition to calligraphy treatment, but also to the county hospital to see, more is to see traditional Chinese medicine.The old traditional Chinese medicine in the county hospital is another savior of my mother. Every time I go to see it, I get back a big bundle of paper tea, namely traditional Chinese medicine.My family is often filled with a special taste of traditional Chinese medicine, the residual drug residue is mostly poured on the ridge of Datang road, it is said that pedestrians can step on the bad luck.
When my mother was the most serious, the old Chinese medicine ruled that my mother was not to last long.My father led our family to take a family photo in the Lujiang Photo Studio, when I was seven years old.It is a pity that this precious photo did not survive.After I got married, the picture was somewhat clear, and I went to the father-son photo studio for recovery, but failed to get it.
That year, my close cousin in the same village died of illness.My mother happened to get ill again and fell asleep in bed.On the night of the coffin, the Murakami people went to see the fun, her teenage son wearing filial piety, many people sympathize when gave affirmation and praise.Back home, my father and mother talked about my cousin, who was a few years older than me. I secretly recorded his every move before and after sealing the coffin, and happily went to my mother's bed, said that if my mother wanted to watch my aunt, I would do those, and said that I still made a demonstration on the bed pedal.I remember it very well that my mother smiled and smiled happily.
Mother is so year after year, always let us feel very much fear.
My mother's condition was good and bad, and I learned that she had tuberculosis and severe tracheitis.
Father is not mother mother said not care, every winter, father always put mother hot bottles warm body.Father always let my mother sleep for a while, got up early, cook breakfast, and wash the bowl was mostly cooked by my father.
I really understand that death should be in fifth grade, or a little earlier.Fly remember is in the rice cooking, rice cylinder bottom, by a hand to catch the rice.At that moment, I actually thought of death.I thought that my father and mother who love me would leave me forever one day and lie on the rice bowl to cry.
Although my mother is sick, but every busy is a strength, this is my puzzled.When double rob, my mother always followed her father, cutting rice, planting seedlings, whipped rice, drying rice, doing everything.Busy from the first day to the last day.A leisure down, the disease came again.
In this way, the neighbors said that Aunt Yuan is full of strength, idle illness.And today, it is also the case, with the student days, the mother is always a strong, carrying a big plastic bags full of campus to pick up the children discarded waste paper and beverage bottles.Once the holiday, the mother fell asleep, always said that he was afraid is not good.Mother, it is really strong, her optimism can not be learned.So, she always said that she was not afraid of death.
Impression, a year double rob but had an accident.I think it was when I was just in junior high school.One night in the middle of the double robbery, my father suddenly woke us up, crying, saying that my mother was dying.The two sisters and I got up at the sound, both crying.I saw my mother lying straight on the bamboo bed, all over the body is cold, pale, breathing weak.That time, I felt an unprecedented sadness.Fortunately, the book treasure carrying the medicine box came, just a false alarm.
Double rob the end, went to the county hospital again, is still to see traditional Chinese medicine.The old Chinese medicine once again ruled on my mother not to live long.
As medicine developed and living standards improved, mothers went to the hospital much less.
My mother did not go to the county hospital to see traditional Chinese medicine for several years.
When I graduated from normal school, I took my mother to the county hospital to see TCM for the last time. The old TCM was very surprised.He said bluntly that he did not expect my mother to be alive.
Mother believed in traditional Chinese medicine and always said that if my father saw traditional Chinese medicine, he would not go so quickly.However, at that time, the county hospital has no old traditional Chinese medicine.
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