Storyteller Mo Yan reads the answer

After I won the award, many people shared my glory, but my mother could not share it. I was my mother's youngest child. One of the earliest things I remember, He carried the only thermos bottle in the house to the public canteen to get some water. Because of hunger Force, accidentally broke the thermos bottle, I was scared to death, into the haystack, a day did not dare Come out. In the evening, I heard my mother calling my baby name. From the haystack I came out thinking that I would be beaten and scolded, but my mother didn't hit me or scold me. Is to stroke my head, He let out a long sigh. The most painful thing I remember, It was to follow his mother to the collective field to pick up wheat ears. "The people guarding the wheat fields came. The people who picked up the ears of wheat ran away. My mother had small feet and could not run fast. She was caught." The tall guard slapped her. She staggered and fell to the ground. The watchman confiscated the wheat we picked up, He whistled and left. My mother was bleeding from the corner of her mouth as she sat on the ground. The look of despair on her face was unforgettable. Many years later, When the man guarding the wheat field becomes a white-haired man The old man met me in the market. I rushed up to take revenge on him. My mother pulled me back and calmly said to me, "Son, the person who hit me is not the same person as this old man." The most memorable thing I remember was the afternoon of a Mid-Autumn Festival. It was rare for our family to make dumplings. Everyone only had one bowl. Just as we were eating dumplings, an old beggar came to our door. I picked up half a bowl of dried sweet potatoes and sent him away, but he said indignantly, "I'm an old man, you eat dumplings, but You want me to eat dried sweet potatoes? Where did your hearts come from?" I said angrily, "We only eat dumplings a few times a year. Each of us has a small bowl. He couldn't even eat half full! It's good enough that I gave you dried sweet potatoes. If you want them, take them. If you don't, get lost! " Mother scolded me, then picked up her half bowl of dumplings and poured it into the old man's bowl. The thing I regret the most He had followed his mother to sell cabbage and had intentionally or unintentionally overcharged an old man who was buying cabbage. I went to school after counting the money. When I come home from school, He saw his mother, who rarely cried, crying. Mother didn't scold me. She only said softly, "Son, you've embarrassed me." When I was a teenager, Her mother had a serious lung disease. Hunger, Sickness, Tired, To put our family in a difficult position, There was no light or hope. I felt a strong sense of foreboding. He thought that his mother would commit suicide at any moment. Every time I came back from labor, I would call out to my mother as soon as I entered the door. When I heard her response, I felt a weight lift off my heart. If he didn't hear her reply, I was so frightened that I ran to the side room and the mill to look for it. Once, I searched all the rooms He did not see his mother. I sat in the courtyard and cried. At this moment, his mother came in with a bundle of firewood on her back. She was very dissatisfied with my crying. But I couldn't tell her my worries. Mother saw through my thoughts and said, " Child, don't worry. Even though I don't have any fun in life, I won't go if the King of Hell doesn't call for me." I was born ugly, Many people in the village laughed at me to my face. A few of my classmates in school even beat me up because of this. I go home crying, Mother said to me, "Son, you're not ugly. You don't lack a nose, eyes, and limbs. What's ugly about you? Besides, as long as you are kind and do good deeds, even if it is Ugly could also become beautiful. " After I entered the city, some cultured people still mocked my appearance behind my back and even to my face. I remembered my mother's words and apologized to them calmly. After my mother passed away, I was so sad that I decided to write a book for her. This is the book, Fat Breasts and Buttocks. Because I had a well-thought-out plan and because I was filled with emotions, it only took me 83 days to write the first draft of this 500,000-word novel. What did this article write about her mother? Please summarize it in simple words. Read the eighth paragraph and tell me why the author completed the creation in such a short time. Do you agree with Mo Yan's mother's way of raising her son? Why?