When I was a child, I especially liked to hold my sister by the well and watch my grandmother take Daniel to give black-haired pigs water to wash sweet potatoes and white radishes. One night, we shook our heads and drank water like Daniel. As a result, we got carried away and fell into a small well. Daniel was frightened and shook the cow bell around his neck. Grandma, with a quick eye and a whoosh, scooped them up for us one by one and piled them on the slate by the roadside. Before we knew what had happened, my sister and I were sitting on the slate. The thing of security was probably established at that moment.
In the fourth grade, I was sent to a school outside the province, and my sister was picked up by my aunt. Began to learn Mandarin, took a dance class in leg press after school, and was corrected by the teacher. Forget the big cow and ginkgo tree at home. During the summer vacation, I caught shrimps and crabs from the river and turned them into park water guns and duck boats. I listened to my grandmother's voice on the phone and was attracted by cartoons as soon as I turned around.
Summer is coming one after another, but I rarely have the opportunity to lie under the ginkgo tree again. We go back to the old house once a year, most of the time in winter, and every time we go back in a hurry with big bags and small bags, and leave them in a hurry. It was not until I went to college and could spend my summer vacation freely that I finally took the box and took the green leather train home for the summer vacation.
Grandma waited at the intersection early. As soon as she saw me, she hurried towards me and took the box in my hand. She seems thinner and darker. I especially like her bacon, steamed egg and shredded rice soup, so as long as I go back, the first meal is absolutely indispensable. However, there was an extra dish on the dinner table that summer, egg boiled towel gourd. I don't know where she heard it, saying it's for myopia, so I can eat eggs and boiled loofah every day for the whole summer vacation. Grandma has the most amazing magic. As long as she goes out, there will always be unexpected surprises when she comes back. I like popsicles, melons, tomatoes, wild strawberries, green grapes, jellies and spicy slices. Love is like this, there is no way.
At the hottest noon, I sat at the front door and watched the birds steal the wheat and fell asleep. Grandma will touch my head and let me sleep in a cool bed. After a nap, the sun sets, and the whole yard is shrouded in a golden halo, as if it will float at any time. Later, I couldn't find valium anywhere.
When all the summer holidays are over, I will graduate and start my own business. I remember that the video of graduation project ended with a long shot, and I followed my grandmother all the way, and the music returned to the original.
I guess there must be tears in your eyes. Why else would you look up at the clouds and stop looking at me? Look at me, I'll leave. Look at me.
20 15 12, an ordinary night, I was awakened by a phone call, and my mother said, get up, clean up, let's go home now, your grandmother left. I didn't realize it at the moment, sitting on the bed, my heart beating fast. After a while, my mother sent a text message saying, Go to sleep when you are ready. Your father and I won't be able to arrive for a while. I turned off the light and lay in bed with my eyes open. The sky outside the window was dark.
When I arrived at the old house, it was early in the morning. I pushed open the door, and grandpa was sitting on a high stool with empty eyes. I walked over and hugged him, and my tears finally fell out of control. I gritted my teeth and made no noise. There is a big stone in my heart, and I can hardly breathe.
Grandma is walking on the tea mountain. When she was carried out, she was wrapped in a blanket. She is thin and small, like a child. She wants to hold her hand and touch her face, so I can only stand still and let my tears blur. We stayed up all night, and people came and went in the yard, brightly lit, but a lively person lay quietly, never talking or kissing me again. It was raining lightly on the day of burial, and the funeral procession was very long. She should be happy that so many people have seen her off.
Everyone has the constitution of being loved, and everyone deserves to be loved. I hope the people I love can remember me.
Later, when I return to my old house in the blooming season, I will fold a bunch for her. She likes beauty and flowers. I smile every time I go back to see her. She likes to watch me laugh. I will live a good life, hide my thoughts in my eyes and turn them into stars to illuminate the road ahead.
Today, I miss you too!