荣幸参加此比赛，也想在此post 我的文章，纪念我的母亲，也抒发我对母亲的思念，谢谢您，妈妈！
＜我的母亲＞
这星期日早上看到＜我的母亲＞征文赛，决定参加，就开始用手机做个草稿，顺便上互联网听一听曾淑勤的＜魯冰花＞，眼泪就开始涌现，哽咽了许久。。
我母亲名叫黄家美，在家中是大姐姐，有兄弟们和妹妹们。在母亲年轻时，住在乡下，上厕所要到屋外。曾经有次她要上厕所，打开厕所门，看见一尾眼镜蛇正朝她方向前来，母亲养的黑狗瞬间扑过去，和眼睛蛇搏斗，过后，蛇溜走了，但狗被咬伤了，却救了母亲一命，不久后，黑狗只就中毒身亡，母亲当时很伤心难过，也很感恩身边有只很好和忠心的黑狗。
母亲为人很亲切随和，爱好和谐，和左邻右舍守望相助，常常烹制美味的食物如薄饼或叻沙，然后和家人，亲朋，邻居一起享用。
母亲超喜爱喝咖啡，每天三点多，下午茶时间，她就会冲着香浓美味的咖啡，等着和她妹妹们（我的阿姨们）一起享用，她们的好感情是非笔墨能形容，手足情是那么的珍贵。
母亲是传统典型相夫教子的女人，她准备好午餐或晚餐，若我们饿了，她会让我们子女先吃，她会等父亲回家后一起和父亲低声细语的边聊边吃。
母亲性格不大胆，常会为了子女忧心，而睡不着觉。。若让我比喻，我认为我的母亲是一位上天派来的菩萨，她为子女与家人，是百分之10，000的投入和付出，从不为自己想，只为儿女家人牺牲且付出所有。
所谓“养儿一百岁，长忧九十九”
小学时，我在马路上玩耍跌破头，她就在我身旁，担心到手发抖，看着医生帮我缝针，她一直问医生，我有没有破相。
我的中学PMR考试放榜，她用心良苦的拜托外公驾车载她到我正在露营的营地通知我的成绩。母亲看着我的学业起起落落，上下起伏，若我中五SPM成绩放榜，我的国文拿到个7（没及格），到槟城韩江私立中学读中六，当时我住在学校附近，母亲每晚8点准时打电话给我，探我近况，和我当时的包租婆聊得相当的有默契，若形同姐妹，马来语七月考卷（July paper）放榜，她非常开心的打电话到我住的地方通知我这及格的喜讯，她比我还担心和操心。
每天早上，母亲很早就骑着她的轻型脚踏车(mini bicycle) 到菜市去买菜和早餐，母亲买来的云吞面真的特别好吃，母亲烹煮的拿手好菜有黑炸肉，豆油肉，肉卷，薄切咸菜，炸肉团配番茄酱，炸咸鱼炒豆芽，ABC汤，咸菜汤，紫菜汤，每次旁晚我回到家，就会跑到厨房，母亲就会介绍今晚的菜式，每次吃饭，我都会加饭，我父亲每次都吃两碗饭喔。
母亲照顾我和姐姐是无微不至的，我们和朋友出去玩，到晚上十点半还没回家，我们一定会拨个电话给在家的她，好让她和父亲放心。
我还记得姐姐嫁了后的某一个夜晚，母亲还没上门锁，说要等姐姐回来，我即使和她说‘’去睡吧，姐姐已在夫家了。‘’
我还记得和母亲看的最后一部电影侏罗纪公园3（Jurassic Park 3），母亲说这部戏很精彩，剧情好紧张，我还记得很清楚我们当时的笑声和紧张呐喊声，落幕时母亲拍手叫好！
母亲教会我要会‘’舍得‘’，能舍便会得到，她要我学会真心诚意满满的付出，照顾好家人，也要回馈社会，以我们的能力帮助社会上需要帮忙的人。
母亲最喜爱的影片就是＜魯冰花＞，这是她和我表妹一起去电影院看的，过后，母亲时常哼哼唱唱一小段这首歌，让我不知不觉也爱上了这首歌。
‘’天上的星星不說話， 地上的娃娃想媽媽，天上的眼睛眨呀眨， 媽媽的心呀魯冰花‘’ - 每一次听到这首歌曲，满满与母亲一起的回忆都会涌现，眼睛也会红着，泛着泪光，哽咽的说不出话来。。
想起佛陀曾说过：一切都是因为因缘，父母与孩子们也是。因为一切因缘际会，我成为母亲您的孩子，当缘份尽了，我们就得坦然面对离别分开。
现在，母亲已不在了，已到极乐世界去，我们的家也从此缺了个‘美’字，为了找回母亲的味道，我常在家乡附近的茶餐厅吃杂饭，看到餐厅阿姨烹煮的佳肴，很多都是似曾相识，母亲曾煮过，我都会特别选这些佳肴来吃。
虽然母亲已不在了，但母亲的这份‘’无敌没得比‘’的爱，无私奉献的好，永远铭记于我们的心中，永远！永远！
<My Mother>
This Sunday morning, I saw the "My Mother" essay contest and decided to participate. I started drafting it on my phone, and while I was at it, I listened to Zeng Shuqin's "Lupin Flower" online. Tears welled up, and I choked up for a long time.
My mother's name is Huang Jiamei. She's the eldest sister in her family, with brothers and sisters. When she was young, we lived in the countryside, and we had to go outside to use the toilet. Once, when she opened the door to use the toilet, she saw a cobra coming towards her. Her black dog instantly pounced and fought the cobra. Afterward, the snake escaped, but the dog was bitten, saving my mother's life. Not long after, the dog died from poisoning. My mother was heartbroken and very grateful to have such a good and loyal dog by her side.
My mother was very kind and easy-going, loved harmony, and helped her neighbors. She often cooked delicious food like pancakes or laksa, which she then shared with family, friends, and neighbors.
My mother loves coffee. Every day around 3 PM, during afternoon tea time, she would brew a rich and delicious cup, waiting to enjoy it with her sisters (my aunts). Their close bond is indescribable; sibling affection is so precious.
My mother is a traditional, devoted wife and mother. She prepares lunch or dinner, and if we are hungry, she lets us eat first, waiting for my father to come home so they can eat together quietly, chatting.
My mother is not bold and often worries about her children, losing sleep over it. If I were to use a metaphor, I would say my mother is a Bodhisattva sent from heaven. She gives 10,000% to her children and family, never thinking of herself, sacrificing everything for them.
As the saying goes, "Raising a child for a hundred years, worrying for ninety-nine." When I was in elementary school, I fell and scraped my head while playing in the street. She was right beside me, her hands trembling with worry. Watching the doctor stitch me up, she kept asking if I was disfigured.
When my secondary school PMR exam results were released, she painstakingly asked my grandfather to drive her to the campsite where I was camping to inform me of my results. My mother had watched my studies rise and fall. If my Form 5 SPM results were released, and I got a 7 in Malay (failing), I would have gone to Han Chiang Private Secondary School in Penang for Form 6. At the time, I lived near the school, and my mother would call me every night at 8 pm to check on me. She and my landlady at the time had a very good rapport, almost like sisters. When the July Malay exam results were released, she was overjoyed and called me to tell me the good news that I had passed. She was even more worried and concerned than I was.
Every morning, my mother would ride her mini bicycle to the market very early to buy groceries and breakfast. The wonton noodles she bought were especially delicious. Her specialties included fried pork belly, braised pork with soybean paste, meat rolls, thinly sliced pickled vegetables, fried meatballs with ketchup, fried salted fish with bean sprouts, ABC soup, pickled vegetable soup, and seaweed soup. Every evening when I got home, I would run to the kitchen, and my mother would describe the dishes for that evening. I always had extra rice with my meals, and my father ate two bowls of rice every day!
My mother took meticulous care of my sister and me. If we went out with friends and hadn't returned home by 10:30 pm, we would always call her to reassure her and my father.
I also remember one night after my sister got married, my mother hadn't locked the door yet, saying she was waiting for my sister to come home. Even though I told her, "Go to sleep, my sister is already at her husband's house." I still remember the last movie I watched with my mother, Jurassic Park 3. She said it was fantastic, the plot so suspenseful. I clearly remember our laughter and excited shouts. At the end, she clapped and cheered!
My mother taught me the importance of "giving," that by giving, you will receive. She wanted me to learn to give sincerely, to take care of my family, and to give back to society, using my abilities to help those in need.
My mother's favorite movie was *Lupin Flower*, which she watched with my cousin. Afterwards, she would often hum a short part of the song, and I unknowingly fell in love with it too.
"The stars in the sky don't speak, the children on earth miss their mothers, the eyes in the sky blink, mother's heart is like a lupin flower"—every time I hear this song, a flood of memories of my mother floods back, my eyes redden, tears well up, and I choke up, unable to speak. I recall the Buddha saying: everything is due to cause and effect, including the relationship between parents and children. Because of all these causes and conditions, I became your child, Mother. When that connection ends, we must face separation with equanimity.
Now, Mother is no longer here; she has gone to the Pure Land. Our home is forever missing its beauty. To find the taste of home, I often eat at the local tea restaurant near my hometown. Many of the dishes the restaurant staff cooks look familiar; they are dishes my mother used to cook. I always make a point of choosing these dishes.
Although Mother is gone, her unparalleled love and selfless devotion will forever be etched in our hearts, forever and ever!
