瞧，那是悬崖上的蒲公英，一根绿色的茎支撑着它的大帽子，它没有牡丹的艳丽，也没有高贵的气息，它只有白色的种子，绿色的茎。
蒲公英生活在悬崖上，经受过太阳的烈热，经受过干旱的折磨，经受过岩石的挤压，它顽强地冲破一切，一天天成长，再把宝贝们托给风爷爷，把它们送到属于它们的地方。这就是朴质，正直，坚强不屈，无私奉献，平凡而又伟大的悬崖上的蒲公英。这不正是真正的三伯母李元英吗？
伯母三十岁那年，伯父在煤矿为救一个矿友而遇难。从此伯母独自一人带堂哥堂姐四姊妹生活，当时大姐十二岁，小哥才四岁。风里来，雨里去，无论春夏秋冬，鸡叫就起床做饭，洗衣，干家务，再去地里干活。山是她的脊梁，猪牛鸡鸭都是她的伙伴。岁月给她留下了深深的皱纹，她的汗水烧焦了滚烫的大地，她的皱纹堆积了哥姐们的未来。
早春的上午，人家还在温暖床上做美梦时，伯母己拨好一担萝卜，伯母站在雪地里，鼻子冻得通红，眉毛和头发上还飘着雪花，双手裹在棉袄里，双脚不停地在雪地里跳来跳去。萝卜那是牛猪鸡鸭的饮食。肩上挑着沉重的萝卜，湿润了又破又旧的棉袄。
路过的行人看伯母挑着吃力，想帮伯母挑一下萝卜，伯母却说，非常感谢，你们忙，我自己能行，她一步一步坚艰地走着。她宁愿自己再苦再累，也不让别人帮忙。
炎炎夏日的中午，人家都在家里扇电风扇午休，伯母却在地里锄草，脖子上的毛巾湿透了，沾满了伯母的汗水，她高高的个子，穿着短袖，她在不停地挥着锄头，抖着地上的草。
小鸟好像非常心疼地说，太热了，你改天再锄吧。要不然会热出病的。伯母说不行的，天热锄的草才干净，天阳光公公才会把锄过的草晒死，改天有改天的事。
秋天的晚上，人家早已收工，伯母还在田里挑稻挑草，吃力挖山薯，挑着沉重的薯苗，吃力艰难地走着，皎洁的月光给大地披上了银灰的纱裙，一缕缕柔和地月光，照在伯母慈祥地脸上。和她那拖也拖不动还在拼尽全力行走的双脚。
冬天早上寒冷的北风呼呼地刮着，怒嚎着，如咆哮的狮子。风像一把把刀，无情地伤害着伯母那开裂的手，通红通红的。肿胀得如馒头鼓鼓的。
就连路旁的小草小花都缩紧了身子，伯母却要鸡叫就起来帮人做豆腐，一桌豆腐二元钱。是哥哥姐的学费和家里的开支。
水都结了冰，雪都变成了冰块。铲也铲不动。无情地用冰雪把伯母开裂的手狠狠击打着，都能看到伤口通红里通红的血痕。
北风呼啸的晚上油煤下伯母，还要给孩孑们缝补衣服和做鞋子。有时太累了，针和会把伯母伤口又碰到，把睡梦中的伯母惊醒，又继续干活。
深夜人静了，大山处一片漆黑，伯母还在煤油灯下砌野菜，白天要干地里，田里的农活，只有晚上砌碎再放大锅煮熟喂猪。劳累过度的伯母，刀把手砌出一道道口子，那鲜血不止，伯母嚼上一把草药用布包上后，又继续砌完所有野菜，并把野煮后再去休息。
八九年我家盖新钢结构楼房，伯母家离我家还有一里多山里，她看我父亲孤身一个人，忙不过来，就主动承担烧饭。那时农村没有煤气和燃气，全靠烧柴和煤，要在天亮之前把饭菜做好，天亮师傅们就要吃饭上工。每天荤素要六个菜，伯母几个月如一日，把饭烧好，再回她自己家去干家里，地里，田地的事。从来不叫一声苦和累，还天天和师傅们说感谢大家的帮忙，大家辛苦了。
过年过节伯母家杀猪，好的肉，都卖给人家了，或送给年长的老人和孤儿了，只剩几块肥肉，用来熬油炒菜吃。一年的辛苦，一年的忙碌，就剩一点油炒菜吃。
有一天中午，刘校长从县城回来，送给伯母家六个苹果，伯母却给了二个给我，并说一个给哥哥，一个让我自己吃。那时我们穷人家水果看到都不多，别说吃了。我看着那红通通的苹果，那剩下的四个，肯定是伯母没有吃。
平时好吃的我，那天吃着那苹果格外的苦涩，怎么也吞不去。非让伯母咬一口，慈祥的伯母非说自己家还有，我心里估算着，那四个也不够分，在我的执意坚持下，强行喂了伯母一口，伯却说太酸了，她不爱吃，我的眼泪划过眼角，那不是酸，而是苦。
伯母家有一年养了22只鸡，13只鸭，准备卖了给哥哥姐姐买衣服和鞋子的，被没有良心贼全部偷走了，就剩下一个空空地冰冷的鸡院。伯母顿时泪水充满眼眶，泪水滴滴答地往下流。那是她一年的期盼和汗水，一下子全都落空了。
伯母每年都养着鸡鸭来补贴家用，邻居却趁她干活去了，把鸡尾巴剪了，晚上鸡进了伯母的鸡院，但是人家却非说他们家的。哥哥姐姐要去讲理，伯母拿着哥哥姐姐的手说，我的儿呀，不就一只鸡吗？明年再养就是。
人家盖房子，让伯母换地，伯母都把家中大的平地，换成了一块块的小地，而且离家还远，哥哥姐姐不同意。伯母说人家盖房是千百年好事，我们离远点挑粪，地小点，只是费事点，与盖房比不算什么。
有一个天早上，小哥哥在田地割草，被蛇咬了，小哥*疼哥**得直叫，伯母放下手中的事，背着小哥哥像箭一样地冲去诊所。那背影中，那根本不是我伯母，在我的心中那山，是巨大无比的高山。
有时，晚上我也会在伯母家住，有一次深夜我醒了，伯母坐起来揉那受伤的脚。我问伯母怎么了，伯母说，宝儿，没有什么，明天就好了，赶快睡吧。听话，睡觉吧！
勤劳的伯母帮小哥哥盖了漂亮的楼房，娶了美丽贤惠，聪明善良的嫂子。并有一对可爱的小精灵。三个姐姐也各自有了美好的家庭和懂事能干的孩子们。
年幼不懂事的我以为伯母力大无比，身体强壮如牛，不怕冷，不怕热，是钢铁筹建的，不喜欢吃瘦肉，牛肉和鱼，只喜欢吃稀饭和咸菜。
长大的我才明白，那是伯母勤俭持家。那坚强朴实的伯母的心中，装着善良，装着团结，装着美好和无私的奉献，难道不正像那悬崖上的蒲公英吗？
微身翠绿公英，草樾偏安许一生，苦口婆心融慧质，孤操无愧著芳名。
Look, it's a dandelion on the cliff. A green stem supports its big hat. It doesn't have the gorgeous and noble smell of peony. It only has white seeds and green stems. Dandelion lives on the cliff. It has withstood the intense heat of the sun, the torture of drought and the extrusion of rocks. It stubbornly breaks through everything and grows day by day. Then it entrusts the babies to Grandpa Feng and sends them to their place. This is the dandelion on the plain, upright, unyielding, selfless dedication, ordinary and great cliff. Isn't this really the third Aunt Li Yuanying? When my aunt was 30 years old, my uncle died in the coal mine to save a mining friend. Since then, my aunt lived alone with my cousins and cousins. At that time, my eldest sister was 12 years old and my younger brother was only 4 years old. In the wind and in the rain, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, the chicken will get up to cook, wash clothes, do housework, and then work in the field. Mountains are her backbone, and pigs, cattle, chickens and ducks are her partners. Years left her deep wrinkles, her sweat scorched the hot earth, and her wrinkles accumulated in the future of her brothers and sisters. In the morning of early spring, when people were still dreaming in bed, my aunt had pulled out a load of radishes. My aunt stood in the snow, her nose was red with cold, snowflakes were still floating on her eyebrows and hair, her hands were wrapped in cotton padded jackets, and her feet kept jumping in the snow. Radish is the diet of cattle, pigs, chickens and ducks. Shoulder carrying a heavy radish, wet and broken old cotton padded jacket. Passers by said to help aunt pick out the radish, but aunt said, thank you very much. I can do it myself. She walked hard step by step. At noon in the hot summer, people are taking a lunch break at home, but my aunt is weeding in the field. The towel on her neck is wet and covered with my aunt's sweat. She is tall and wears short sleeves. She is constantly weeding. The bird seems to be saying that it's too hot. Hoe it another day. Aunt said no, the grass hoed in the hot weather is clean. There will be another day. In the autumn evening, people had already finished work. My aunt was still picking rice and grass, digging sweet potatoes and picking sweet potato seedlings in the field. She walked hard. The bright moonlight covered the earth with a silver gray gauze skirt, and the soft moonlight shone on my aunt's kind face. And hard walking feet. In winter morning, the cold north wind blows and howls like a roaring lion. The wind is like a knife, mercilessly hurting aunt's cracked hand, red. Even the grass and flowers on the roadside tightened up, but my aunt got up to help people make tofu. A table of tofu costs two yuan. It's my brother's tuition and family expenses. The water was frozen, and even the originally frozen snow became broken pieces. In the evening, I have to sew clothes and make shoes for the children under the oil coal. In 1989, my family built a house. My aunt's house was more than a mile away from my house. She saw my father alone and couldn't get busy, so she took the initiative to cook. At that time, there was no gas and gas in the countryside. They all depended on burning firewood and coal. They had to prepare the meals before dawn, and the masters had to eat and work at dawn. Six dishes are required for meat and vegetables every day. My aunt cooks the meal for several months, and then goes back to work at home, in the field and in the field. I never cry bitter and tired. I also say thank you to the masters every day for your help. Everyone has worked hard. During the Spring Festival, my aunt's house slaughters pigs. All the good meat is sold to others, or given to the elderly and orphans. There are only a few pieces of fat left for cooking. One year's hard work and one year's busy, there is only a little oil left. Headmaster Liu came back from the county and gave six apples to his aunt's house, but my aunt gave me two and said one for my brother and one for myself. At that time, we poor people saw it very much. I looked at the apple and moistened my eyes. The remaining four must not have been eaten by my aunt. Usually delicious, I ate the apple that day, which was particularly bitter. One year, my aunt's family raised 22 chickens. Thirteen: ducks. Huai Bei sold those who bought clothes and shoes for my brothers and sisters. They were all stolen by unscrupulous thieves, leaving an empty chicken yard. Aunt immediately filled her eyes with tears, which trickled down. That was her expectation and sweat for a year. It was empty. My aunt raises chickens and ducks to support her family every year, but the neighbors cut off the tail of the chicken while she was working. At night, the chicken went into my aunt's chicken yard, but people didn't say they were from their family. My brother and sister are going to reason. My aunt took my brother and sister's hand and said, my son, it's just a chicken. I'll raise it next year. The elder brother and the aunt did not agree to build a small house one by one. Aunt said that it has been a good thing for people to build houses for thousands of years. Let's stay away and pick dung. The ground is small. It's just a little trouble. It's nothing compared with building houses. One morning, the little brother was cutting grass in the field and was bitten by a snake. The little brother cried out in pain. The aunt put down what she was doing and rushed to the clinic with the little brother on her back like an arrow. Sometimes, I also live in my aunt's house. Once when I woke up late at night, my aunt sat up and softened her injured foot. I asked my aunt what happened. My aunt said, Baoji, there's nothing. It'll be fine tomorrow. Go to bed quickly. The hard-working aunt helped her little brother build a building and took a beautiful, virtuous, smart and kind-hearted sister-in-law. And a pair of lovely elves. The three sisters also have beautiful families and sensible and capable children. I'm not afraid of cold meat when I grow up. I'm not afraid of cold meat when I grow up. I'm not afraid of cold meat when I grow up. The strong and simple aunt's heart is filled with kindness, unity, beauty and selfless dedication. Isn't it just like the dandelion on the cliff?
