After my legs were paralyzed, my temper turned violent. I would smash the glass in front of me as I looked up at the Goose Flying North, and I would hurl my stuff against the walls as I listened to Li Guyi's sweet song. Mother will quietly hide out, I can not see the place secretly listening to my movements. When everything was quiet again, she came in quietly, her eyes red, looking at me. "I heard that the flowers in the North Sea are blooming. I'll push you to go for a walk," she always said. Mother loved flowers, but since my legs were paralyzed, all the flowers she had been tending had died. "No, I won't!" I thumped my hateful legs and cried, "I have nothing to live for!" My mother came and took my hand, hold back a cry to say: "Our Niang son two together, Live Well, live well..." but I have been all don't know, her illness has come to that point. Later my sister told me that she often had so much liver pain that she tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. The other day I was sitting alone in my room, watching the leaves falling out of the window. Mother came in, blocking the window: "The Chrysanthemum of the North Sea opened, I pushed you to see it." Her haggard face appeared as begging. "When?""Tomorrow, if you like?" She said. She was already overjoyed by my answer. "All Right, tomorrow," I said. She was so happy that she sat down and stood up. "Then get ready.""OH, aren't you bored? What's there to get ready for?" She laughed, sIT beside me, after seeing the chrysanthemums, let's go to the 'Imitation Meal' , which was your favorite food when you were a child. Remember that time I took you to the North Sea? And you call that poplar a caterpillar, running around, stomping on one......"She suddenly stopped talking. For words like"Run" and"Step". She is more sensitive than I am. She slipped out again. She's out. He never came back. She was still spitting blood when the neighbors carried her into the car. I didn't expect her to be so ill. Watching the tricycle away, but also never thought that it was a farewell forever. When the neighbor's boy went to see her behind my back, she was breathing hard, like her life was hard. I was told that her last words before she fainted were: "My sick son and my underage daughter..." it was autumn again, my sister pushed me to Beihai to see Chrysanthemum. Yellow flowers elegant, white flowers noble, purple flowers warm and deep, splashing sprinkles, autumn is in full bloom. I know what my mother left unsaid. So does my sister. We're together, and we're gonna live...