Mom and many others call her that, which seems a bit polite. Only my grandmother called her Chang. I usually call her Chang.
"Grandma", even without the word "long"; But when I hate her-for example, I know that she murdered my hidden mouse.
When I was young, I called her Chang.
We don't have long surnames there; She is short and fat, and "long" is not an adjective. Remember, this is not her name.
She said herself, what's her name? What girl? I have forgotten now, but she is not a period.
Mother; I finally don't know her last name. I remember she also told me the origin of this name: before, there was one in my family.
A female worker, born very tall, is really common. Later, when she went back, my girl came to fill the vacancy, but.
Because everyone used to scream and didn't change the tone, she became a dragon mother from then on.
Although it is not a good thing to talk about people behind their backs, if I have to tell the truth, I can only say: I really don't like it.
Take her away. What I hate most is that I often like to observe and whisper something to people. I also held my second finger in the air.
Shake up and down, or light your opponent or your nose. There are some small disturbances at home, and I always doubt this somehow.
It is related to "careful observation". Don't let me walk around, don't let me pull weeds, don't let me turn over rocks, just call me naughty and tell me.
Mom went. When sleeping in the summer, she stretched out her feet and hands, put a word "big" in the middle of the bed and squeezed me out.
There is room to turn over, and I have slept on the mat in the corner for a long time. It is already so hot. Push her, but don't move; I called her, but didn't smell it.
"Dragon mother so fat, must be very afraid of the heat? I'm afraid it's not good to sleep at night. ……"
Once my mother asked her after hearing my repeated complaints. I also know that this means asking her to give me more time.
Cushion She didn't speak. But at night, when I woke up from the heat, I still saw a big word and an arm all over the bed.
My shoulder is still around my neck. I think it's incredible.
But she knows many rules; These rules are probably my impatience. The happiest time of the year is natural.
Today is New Year's Eve. After I resigned, I got lucky money from my elders, wrapped it in red paper and put it on my pillow. As long as I spend the night, I can follow.
I slept on the pillow and looked at the red envelope, thinking of the tambourine, sword, clay figurine and sugar bodhisattva I bought tomorrow. ....................................................................................................................................
Here, put another orange on the bed.
"Brother, remember!" She said very seriously. "Tomorrow is the first day of the first month. As soon as I open my eyes in the morning, first of all.
You have to say to me:' Grandma, congratulations!' Remember? Remember, it's a year's luck. number
Say something else! After that, I have to eat some oranges. "She picked up the orange and waved it before my eyes."
Yao, all year round, goes downstream ... "
I remember New Year's Day in my dream. I woke up early the next day. I was about to sit up when I woke up. But she immediately reached out and gave me one.
Hold me down. When I looked at her in surprise, I saw that she was looking at me anxiously.
She shook my shoulder as if she wanted something. It suddenly occurred to me-
"Grandma, congratulations ..."
Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations, how smart everyone is! Congratulations! Congratulations! "So she is very happy, her smile will rise, and at the same time,
I have something cold in my mouth. After I was shocked, I suddenly remembered that this is the so-called orange, the first day of the New Year.
Finally, I've had enough and can get out of bed to play.
She taught me many things, for example, when a person dies, he should not be said to be dead, but must be said to be "old"; The dead are born.
You shouldn't walk into a child's house; When a grain of rice falls to the ground, it must be picked up, and it is best to eat it; Used to dry pants.
Under the bamboo pole, it is absolutely impossible to drill through ...................................................................................................................................................................
Chu. Bottom line: it's all complicated things, and it's still troublesome to think about it.
However, there was a time when I had unprecedented respect for her. She often says "long hair" to me. What she calls "long hair"
Not only Hong Xiuquan's army, but also all the bandits and robbers later, except the revolutionary party, because without her.
She said that when long hair was in town, our whole family fled to the seaside.
After that, there was only one porter and an old cook guarding the house. Later, Long Mao really came in and the maid called them.
"Your Majesty"-it is said that you should call Long Mao that way-expresses your hunger. Long Maoxiao: "So, this east?
I will give it to you! "Throw a round thing with a pigtail on it, which is the head of the porter. Cooking.
Mi Niang was terrified from then on, but as soon as she mentioned it, she turned pale and patted her chest and said, "Ah!"
Ah, it kills me, it kills me ... "
I didn't seem to be afraid at that time, because I didn't think these things had anything to do with me. I am not a porter. But she might
That is to say, when he realized it, he said, "a child with long hair like you will be taken away to be a long hair." There are also beautiful girls.
I also want to be captured. "
"Then, you don't care." I thought she must be the safest, neither a porter, nor a child, nor a student.
It's not good-looking. There are still many scars on the neck.
"there? ! "She said seriously. "We are useless? We're going into exile, too Soldiers are coming outside the city.
At that time, long hair told us to take off our pants and stand on the wall in a row, so that the cannons outside could not be released; If you want to play again,
Just blow it up! "
This is really beyond my expectation, and I can't help but be surprised. I always thought her belly was just a troublesome etiquette.
Unexpectedly, she still has such great strength. From then on, she has a special respect, which seems really unfathomable; nightly
Stretching over the whole bed is of course excusable, but I should give in.
Although this respect gradually faded, it completely disappeared, probably after knowing that she had murdered my Tibetan rat.
At that time, she was seriously booed and scolded her often to her face. I think I really don't have any hair. I don't attack the city or shoot.
I am not afraid of bombing. What am I afraid of her?
But when I mourn the hidden mouse and avenge it, I am eager to draw the mountain and sea classics. This desire comes from
A distant granduncle started it. He is a fat and kind old man who likes to plant some flowers and trees, such as Zhu Lan and Jasmine.
Class, and extremely rare, it is said that Ma Yinghua brought back from the north. His wife is just the opposite, puzzling.
I once put a bamboo pole to dry clothes on a branch in Cynthia, and the branch broke. I even cursed angrily: "Dead body!" " "The old man is a
Lonely people, because there is no one to talk to, love to communicate with children, and sometimes simply call us "children." When we get together,
In the house where he lives, he is the only one who has many books. He is very special. Nature also has art and poetry. But I was only in his study.
I have read Shi Mao, Plants, Birds, Animals, Insects, Fish by Luji before, and many books have very crude titles. What I liked best at that time was
"Reading glasses", with many pictures on it. He told me that there was once a painting of Shan Hai Jing, which painted a human face and a beast's heart.
A hydra, a three-legged bird, a man with wings, a monster with no head and only two breasts as eyes ... unfortunately, I don't know now.
The Tao is there.
I really want to see such a picture, but I am embarrassed to force him to find it. He is lazy. Ask someone else, no one.
Answer me truthfully. There are hundreds of lucky money left. I bought it, and there is no good chance. The street where books are bought is far from my home.
I can only go once a year in the first month, when both bookstores are closed tightly.
There was nothing to play with, but as soon as I sat down, I remembered the painting of Shan Hai Jing.
I'm probably so obsessed that I often ask what Shan Hai Jing is all about. This is something I have never talked about.
What she said, I know she is not a scholar, and it is useless to say it; But since I asked, I told her everything.
After more than ten days, or a month, I still remember that it was four or five days after she came home from leave, and she wore a new blue cloth.
The shirt came back. As soon as we met, he handed me the book and said happily, "Brother, there is a picture of" Three Hums ".
I bought it for you! "
I seem to have met a bolt from the blue, and everyone was shocked; Go get it. Open the paper bag. It is four small ones.
Books, short turns, human face and animal heart, hydra, ... Sure enough.
It brought me new respect. She can succeed in anything that others refuse to do or cannot do. She's really great.
Divine power From then on, the resentment of murdering Tibetan rats was completely eliminated.
These four books are my first and most beloved treasures.
The appearance of the book is still in sight, but judging from its appearance, it is a very rough engraving.
Books. The paper is yellow; The image is also very bad, even almost straight lines, even the animal's eyes are rectangular.
But that's my favorite book. It looks like a beast with a face. Hydra; A cow with one foot; Di Jiang is like a bag;
Without a head, Xingtian, which takes the breast as the eye and the umbilical cord as the mouth, should also "dance in unity".
Since then, I have collected more books about painting, so I have carved "Er Ya Yin Tu" and "Textual Research on Shi Mao Wu Pin Tu", and there are
I bought some Shi Zhai Cong Hua and Shi Fang Hua. Shan Hai Jing also bought another lithograph, each volume has pictures, praises and green ones.
This painting in red font is much more beautiful than woodcut. This one was still there until the year before last, and it was carved by Hao Yixing.
But I can't remember when I lost it.
My nanny, the eldest mother, has been dead for about thirty years. I finally don't know her last name.
Name, her experience; All I know is that I have an adopted son, probably a young widow.
Good and dark Mother Earth, may her soul be in your arms forever!