Shortly after her 70th birthday, after a serious illness, grandma, who has always been optimistic and open-minded, suddenly fell silent. She sat there as still as a clay sculpture, staring blankly at the sky and nagging: "She is old and useless, and her eyes are stupid. Everything is foggy, and her ears are noisy like thousands of mosquitoes fighting. No matter how good the food is.
The old man has been saying this all day, but when she saw that we didn't respond, her chanting turned into soliloquy. She talked with cats and dogs, ants and mosquitoes, flowers and trees in the yard, even twinkling stars, floating clouds and drizzling rain. Many years later, when I read in a book that "old age means signing a decent peace treaty with loneliness", I suddenly felt a thrill inside. It turns out that behind grandma's seemingly inexplicable strange behavior, it is the loneliness and loneliness that she can't get rid of in the hearts of the old people for a long time. It is our careless descendants who only care about their own affairs and have fun by themselves, ignoring the existence of the old people.
One morning, as soon as my mother got up, she found grandma sitting in a bamboo and rattan chair. Unexpectedly, grandma wore a pair of orange glasses, looked up at the early morning sun, looked at the clouds and birds in the sky, looked at the flowers and plants in the yard quietly, and after a while, grandma took out a pair of rose glasses from the glass cosmetic box around her and put them on, and then looked at the changing sky and colorful earth. Later, while my grandmother was out of the room, with a timid and mysterious curiosity, I secretly opened the glass cosmetic box that my grandmother had collected to spy on other people's privacy: Wow, it was full of colorful glasses, neatly arranged in a row, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue and indigo.
Grandma, with strong self-esteem and elegance all her life, is a person who likes to be subtle and interesting. She doesn't seem to like people peeking into her inner secrets, and she doesn't want people to see the "glasses complex" hidden in her heart. Only one summer vacation, when I failed in the college entrance examination, I locked the door and locked myself in a dark room. While eating, I was indifferent to how my parents and siblings knocked at the door. This last incident shocked my grandmother. "Gyangze, my baby, open the door, open the door ... Grandma has something good to show you."
It turns out that the good thing grandma said was the colorful glasses in the glass dressing box. She even talked and persuaded me to drag me to the rattan chair under the eaves and told me to wear glasses of various colors, and then observe the universe in front of me and the garden flowers in front of me. ...
The same scenery, with the change of color, brings people different feelings. Under the rosy sky, the world presents warmth, joy and love, a drop of purples on memories of youth's cheek and a burning maple leaf; Under the orange sky, it is a fruitful harvest scene in the vineyard under the autumn sun, walking between sunrise and sunset, golden; Green, in the primary color of nature's life, I saw the spring breeze blowing thousands of miles of wheat fields, grasslands, tea gardens and pine forests on the earth, and heard the roaring sound of green grass in the warm soil. ...
"Color can change people's mood", and I even think that there are as many subtle souls as there are colors in the emotional world. Every emotional feeling and experience of people corresponds to a tone. "With different moods, the scenery in your eyes is painted with different colors." The so-called language, telling and expressing is to name everything, shape, color and emotion.
Grandma lived in colorful glasses in her later years. When grandma sat in front of the cane chair and fondled her glasses with great interest, all this was so strange, so inexplicable and so childlike in the eyes of her family in the village.
Grandma likes to say, "The sky is a mirror". Once she suddenly took my hand and said mysteriously, "Don't move, son. Sit quietly in the chair, take a deep breath, then close your eyes, stay quietly for five minutes, and then open your eyes. The sky outside is red. Close your eyes, the sun inside is red. There are two suns in the world, one in the sky and the other in your heart. " "We are busy on the ground like ants all day. In fact, the person we see on the ground is just a shadow, and the prototype is in the sky. "
Later, there was always a mystery in my heart, what grandma saw through her glasses. When she refused to look at the scenery of the courtyard quietly all year round, what kind of fate waves were hidden under grandma's calm and elegant appearance. In this scene, what's on her mind and what kind of experience she has.
One spring afternoon, the wind in Mao Mao was blowing in the sky of Huang Cancan. Pears quietly filled the sky like white butterflies. Grandma sat in the yard watching like a sculpture. Grandma fell asleep. Maybe she is too tired on the road of life. Petals of peach blossoms and pear blossoms in the yard, like snowflakes and raindrops, quietly landed on her eyebrows, cheeks and whole body, but she was unaware of it. Grandma entered a long and eternal dream. In the dream, grandma saw childhood stars, the moon, rivers and villages, field paths, rolling donkeys and naughty kittens, and occasionally heard a cock crow.
Grandma had a long dream. In the dream, she saw that when she was 17 years old, when she walked into our house with a small round mirror hanging on her chest and riding a bordeaux horse as a bride, perhaps she was infected by the festive and lively atmosphere, or perhaps she was rendered by the gentle and beautiful suona sound. The magpies on the old elm tree at the head of the village cried for three days and nights. A large area of peony flowers in my yard was planted by my grandmother from her family. Later, peony flowers quickly spread to every family's yard like flames in the wind. In early summer, when peony flowers are in full bloom, the whole village is filled with the unique bitter taste of peony flowers. With the spread of grandma's thoughts, those lost relatives, experiences and stories buried in the depths of the years, and secrets that have been buried in the bottom of my heart have been activated and awakened one by one.
I want to see the sky. On gloomy and gloomy days, I always feel that there are a pair of warm eyes looking at me in the sky: "Don't cry, son, there are not many people who really love you, love you and cherish you." Children, don't be sad, don't be sad, people's mood can be changed. As long as you change your angle, color background and role, you will cross this hurdle and enter a brand-new universe. Life is a mirror. If you cry at it, it will cry at you, and if you smile at it, it will smile at you. "
With grandma's touch, the haze in front of me suddenly vanished. Then a red sun suddenly rises from the sea of hearts and the world is gorgeous. Indulge in it, I really don't want to return to this world, no, no. ...