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I love the green bamboo, and even more the bamboo forest behind my grandma’s house.

When my grandpa met my grandma, three brothers lived in an old house of less than ten square meters. Apart from his two brothers, he had nothing. In order to marry his grandma, the young grandpa built a three-story house by himself. The thatched house is low and looks like a pile of haystacks from a distance. There are some simple furniture inside, and it can be regarded as a nest. The back of the house is filled with green scattered bamboo pockets. When the spring breeze blows next year, the bamboo pockets will glow with green waves. This is where grandpa and grandma took the first step together in their lives.

When the bamboo shoots burst out of the ground, peeling off layer after layer of outer clothing, stretching their body segment after segment, competing with the wind of the season, the crystallization of the love between grandpa and grandma - me My uncle was born here.

Life is like a bamboo with extremely hard joints. Each joint must be solidified. Only when the foundation is solid can we move forward step by step and reach the next level.

Grandpa and grandma rely on their own hard work to live a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. The little hut gradually became richer and warmer. The sound of rustling bamboo leaves in the wind is often heard outside the house. A family has established its own business here and has risen quietly.

Just as grandma and grandpa took their brothers and children to bathe in the spring breeze and look forward to the future, the Anti-Japanese War broke out and grandpa was drafted into the army. Grandpa is gone, he has been gone for eight years. Grandma took three children, big and small, to guard her home. After eating bamboo shoots and digging wild vegetables, the family had one full meal and one hungry meal, and their days were like a year. Fortunately, her second grandpa and third grandpa could also help her take care of her uncle, so grandma had more time to work in the fields during the day, and at night she could embroider shoes at home and help others wash clothes. If there is no money to pay among the villagers, they will help the grandma do some manual labor. In such a family, a male laborer is indispensable.

Grandma is as loyal and loyal as bamboo. What an extraordinary woman an ordinary woman is. During the tough year, my uncle became my grandmother's refuge, but my grandfather was in a distant place, tied to my longing for her. How long the longing is, it is from home to the place where grandpa joined the army; how deep the concern is, it is the place where the hearts of grandpa and grandma live.

Grandpa is far away in a foreign country. He misses his home, his grandma, his uncle and his two underage brothers, and the bamboo forest he planted with his own hands. Grandpa often saw some bamboo in places where the army passed by. He would quietly chop it off, smooth the strips with a saber, and in his spare time would weave some gadgets, such as birdcages, ponies, and other toys. Grandpa woven every thought he had into these small works. During those years of bombardment, he didn't know whether he could return to his relatives again, and he was tortured both physically and mentally.

Hope and disappointment floated in the hearts of grandpa and grandma. The heart song of lovesickness is like the bamboo that grows taller and sings softly in the wind.

Life is like bamboo. Everyone has many obstacles in life, and we must be brave enough to break through like bamboo.

The eight-year-old uncle was as strong and strong as his grandfather, but unexpectedly he lost his precious life to a disease. Because of this, grandma cried for many years, often nagging to the living people, what a good child, what a pity. On the day when my grandfather returned home, he threw himself on the new earthen grave, reluctant to give up. He stuck his hands in the soil, beat the earth hard, and howled to the sky, but only the green bamboos were bending down, and only the birds were wailing in the forest. Grandpa burned all the little toys he knitted.

"The branches are low under the weight of snow, although they are not so low as to touch the mud. Once the red sun rises, they are still level with the sky." After a heavy snowfall, when the heavy snow falls on the branches, some branches and trunks are covered with thick snow. Although they were broken, the green bamboos were a little breathless under the pressure, but they stood up with difficulty, and some bamboo tips were already close to the ground. How can the thin bamboo stand upright in the heavy snow and continue to break despite the heavy pressure? This is the toughness of bamboo. After a few days of snow and clear skies, the green bamboos will regain their former glory, standing tall and straight. Grandpa often stared at the bamboo forest thoughtfully and said softly: "It's a good piece of material!" In the spring of the next year, my second uncle was born.

The bamboos are growing taller and taller, and bamboo shoots are sprouting out of the ground every year. Ten years have passed by. Aunt, my mother was born one after another, and my grandfather’s bamboo craftsmanship became better and better. There is also a hint of smoke in the hut, and there is more laughter in the bamboo forest.

A few years later, my grandfather was laying the foundation for a new house on the mountain opposite. It is surrounded by dirt and the roof is tiles. Grandpa still did not forget to move some bamboo baskets and plant them next to the new house. After liberation, there was a green bamboo shade behind the house.

My grandfather, who felt the pain of losing his son, spent his whole life fighting for his second uncle, who is now my uncle. My uncle went to school, took exams, and went to work. Every step he took was filled with the sweat and tears of his grandparents.

My uncle’s son, my eldest cousin, was born in the early 1970s. Now his children are all married. My eldest cousin didn't even go to high school and fell in love and got married early. This made my uncle very unhappy and he turned a blind eye to his affairs.

My grandfather used the money he saved to build a building for his cousin and the others. He said he was happy because there were many children and grandchildren. My grandparents were less than eighty years old when they died. At that time, his great-grandson, my eldest cousin’s son, was in elementary school.

It has been almost ten years since my grandparents left us, but I have never seen those two handfuls of soil. Not long ago, I went to visit my uncle and talked about my grandparents.

My uncle took me to his old house, where my grandparents’ first footprints were found. But now, instead of those piles of haystacks, there were only two more tombs covered with weeds. The bamboo forest is still there, but it's just less green and more withered and yellow. I heard from my uncle that this bamboo once bloomed, but after the flowers opened, it withered day by day. After hearing this, I felt a sore feeling in my nose. These bamboos that grow regardless of the terrain look very much like my grandparents. Grandpa and grandma also had flowers and fruits, but they did not enjoy any benefits brought by the fruits, so they were buried deep in the earth, laughing and lying in the bamboo forest. A cold wind blew by, and the withered bamboo leaves turned yellow and emitted. A rustling farewell sound, playing the true love song of the world.

(2)

My house is the only way to go to the vegetable market. Every day you can see people buying vegetables coming and going on the road. Everyone carries celery, potatoes, meat, fish, shrimp, etc. in plastic bags and carries them home. They are disposable and thrown away after use. Nowadays, people's living standards have generally improved, but they throw away some things that shouldn't be thrown away, like vegetable baskets. I am not used to using plastic bags to replace it, which is not only bad for environmental protection and hygiene, but more importantly, I am used to using baskets, just like I am used to the interesting life of my grandparents. Vegetable baskets always wake up some memories in me...

"Where is the basket?"

"What? Gouzi? You old man, it's early in the morning, you have nothing to do, you are looking for trouble, Gouzi , a long-legged thing, how do I know where it is going?"

"Deaf old woman, it's 'Baozi'"

"Grandma, Basket, grandpa is going to the vegetable garden. "In here!"

This voice was the conversation between my grandfather and my grandmother after getting up one morning.

Grandma is over seventy years old and a little deaf. Grandpa got up early and wanted to pick vegetables in the vegetable garden. He couldn't find the vegetable basket, so he went to the door of grandma's bedroom and asked grandma. When I was a child, my family moved and there were no good schools in our new home. My uncle was a teacher, so my parents sent me to my uncle’s elementary school. The burden of taking care of my life was left to my grandmother.

My grandma, grandpa, and uncle lived separately. I lived in my grandma’s house for half a year and slept with her every night. Grandpa and grandma had an interesting conversation. I laughed secretly at first, but gradually got used to it, and got used to listening, because, for me, it is a joy of life, much more interesting than listening to the teacher in school.

It has been several years since my grandparents passed away, but I still remember this episode of life. I even feel nostalgic for the good time I lived with my grandpa and my virginity.

My grandfather was a soldier. After he retired from the army, he stayed at home and learned crafts. I often see my grandpa cutting down the bamboo in his backyard, and then using a steel knife to separate the bamboo pieces one by one, thinly and narrowly. When I saw these bamboo strips turning into smooth strips in my grandfather's hands, in about a day or half a day, my grandfather braided these strips into baskets, dustpans... useful things. I stared at my grandfather's hands with curiosity and surprise. After looking at it again and again, I was amazed: Grandpa’s hands are so amazing!

Looking at my grandpa, I always think of dead bamboo. Although its appearance is not that attractive, it is also elegant and free, beyond the ordinary tackiness. Although he is not rich, he is indeed simple and orderly, unhurried and unhurried, and inadvertently reveals the character of an elder in a high position, which is extraordinary. yes! Grandpa and grandma looked very much like these dead bamboos that were about to be cut down.

Grandpa knitted many of the things in my grandma’s house, big and small, and grandpa sometimes knitted them for others without charging any wages. There is a large patch of bamboo planted behind his house. Whenever my grandfather has time, he is busy working on it. Sometimes he can even take it to the market to exchange for some RMB. My grandfather supported his family with his skills, and my grandmother was a well-known housekeeper, so she lived a fulfilling and wealthy life.

But my grandparents are both low-key and simple people. When I was a kid, I always felt that my grandma's house was different from other people's homes. Later, I realized that my grandma's house was clean and orderly, with no trace of chaos or procrastination. These are all because of grandma’s good habits.

Grandpa is capable and grandma is diligent and thrifty. After the busy farming season, my grandpa started busy with his work. Sometimes when he was tired, he would go for a walk in the nearby vegetable garden or the bamboo forest in the backyard to get some air and relax his eyes and hands. When I come back from school at noon, I will see my grandpa carrying a basket of vegetables from a distance, followed by a jumping big yellow dog.

I ran over, smiled brightly at my grandpa, and reached out to take the vegetable basket from my grandpa’s hand. "Zijun, school is over!" When grandpa said this, I had already left grandpa and Ah Huang behind and ran towards grandma's house.

When I got home, my grandma was busy folding vegetables and getting busy in the kitchen. "Zijun, do your homework! Grandma will call you when she's ready." While I was doing my homework, my grandpa would go to the bamboo forest behind the house to see if there was any usable bamboo.

When eating, grandpa would say solemnly: "Is there no salt at home?"

"Why not, a big bag?"

" No wonder!”

When I first heard my grandparents’ conversation, I always glanced at their faces with incomprehensible eyes. However, when the sliced ??vegetables taste good in your mouth, you understand. It turned out that grandma put a little more salt in the dishes in her hurry. Fortunately, grandma always secretly steams an extra bowl of egg custard for me every meal.

Grandpa just talked and smiled, but he still kept picking the vegetables into his mouth. "This old man has a lot to do." As she said this, grandma would go to the stove and fill a bowl of rice soup for grandpa. I have never seen my grandparents quarrel or say bad words. They have always lived a life of respect for each other. Shortly after my grandfather died, my grandmother followed.

Grandpa and grandma are a typical family model in which men take charge of the outside and women take charge of the house. In extremely ordinary days, my grandpa and grandma lived a fulfilling and fun life, and their home was always full of warmth and sweetness.

Nowadays, life is getting better like the dishes in the vegetable basket. I drive a car, live in a building, eat in restaurants, and even roam the mountains and rivers of the motherland from time to time during holidays, looking for the freedom and fun of nature. After living like this for too long, I am tired, my heart is tired, and my money is gone. Then go home! But we still argue endlessly about such small things as you doing the sheet metal and she washing the dishes. When there is an extra old man, I am still afraid that the old man will nag me; when I hire an aunt, I feel awkward and panicked sometimes. This is not the case, and that is not possible either. I can’t calm down and am full of confusion about the future. This makes me envious of the life like my grandparents. The wonderful time living with my grandparents will always be fixed in my memory.