Such a night always reminds me of my grandmother, who often sits on the small bench in front of the door and looks at the sky with warm eyes. At this time, if we move a small bench to sit next to her, she will teach us to sing old children's songs and wear camel clothes on the small bench. ...
Grandma had no children and daughters all her life, and her mother was adopted by her. None of these grandma and mom mentioned it, but the neighbor's second grandma said it. Grandma's parents died early when she was a child, and soon after she married her grandfather, bandits ran rampant. That night, bandits came to rob the village, and grandma wrapped her feet and couldn't run. Grandpa carried her to the ravine outside the village to escape. Grandpa ignored grandma's objection and went back to the village to bring out the only cow in the family that survived. On his way back, he was killed by a robber. Grandma was only in her early twenties at that time. I don't know if it's feudal ethics. The reason is that my grandmother has never remarried because she is infatuated with my grandfather, and she lives a poor life alone.
Mom's biological mother took seven or eight children out to beg. When she passed by here, Second Grandma looked at them, which was really pitiful. After the two sides discussed, she gave her little daughter to her grandmother to raise, at least to live, and her grandmother also had expectations. In this way, the four-year-old mother lives with her grandmother. Apart from her neighbors' uncles and aunts, her grandmother works as a helper in a large family in the village, and people can support themselves. My mother helped mow the grass, herd cattle and cook since she was a child. It is unknown how much she suffered and how much she suffered during this period.
In my memory, my grandmother's little feet can be described as three inches of golden lotus, with a slight hunchback on crutches, and her steps are trembling and light and slow. We often wash grandma's feet and cut her toenails. On the one hand, she is old, and it is a little difficult to do these things by herself. On the other hand, we always want to see her feet wrapped. Grandma slowly untied the foot-binding cloth that had entangled her for nearly a lifetime and made her unable to walk freely, revealing those little feet that never showed people easily. I saw grandma's toes curled up on the soles of her feet except her thumb. I tried to pull them up, but my grandmother only shouted pain because they had grown on the soles of my feet. I asked my grandmother if it hurt when she bound her feet. Her expression was dull and she said it hurt. I said stupidly, then why are you still wrapped? Grandma secretly untied it when she said it hurt, but when adults saw it, they would grab it and wrap it again. It's no use crying until your toes are broken and curled up under your feet. After a long time, you don't know the pain, and you can't walk well anymore. Grandma's expression was still very dull when she said these things, as if these things had never happened to her. And I can only gently wash the little feet that witness history for her, trying not to make her feel pain, so as to appease the heart of this vicissitudes old man.
In autumn, when it was cold, grandma put on a black headscarf. I vaguely remember that the black headscarf is made of silk, shining with the unique luster of silk, and some are embroidered with various patterns of the same color, with tassels at both ends, which are specially used for the elderly to wrap their heads. It's hard to see such a thing now. At this time, the clothes worn by the elderly are heavier than those worn by the young, but wearing such a headscarf will make them look much more energetic. Grandma's black scarf shows white silver hair and shines in the sun. Every day after school at noon, grandma sits in the sun at the door and I comb her hair. Untie the black headscarf. White hair has a small bun at the back of the head, like a small round mushroom. A small net is wrapped around the mushroom to prevent the hair from falling off. Grandma is always tidy and her hair is always neat, which is the key role played by this hairnet. If you want to remove the hairnet, you must first remove the two U-shaped silver hair clips inserted in the bun. When I took off my hairnet, my hair didn't spread out, but it was wrapped in a silver hairpin. The hair clasp is not big, as wide as the index finger and about the same length. Only two tips are leaking out. You can see the hair completely when you take it off in a circle, and it won't take long to finish. In fact, I like to comb my grandma's hair for another reason, that is, I want to see grandma's hair pins and hairpins shining in the sun. Grandma said all her possessions were on her head. Looking at the shiny white hair clasp and hairpin, I can imagine the days and nights they spent with their grandmother.
Every day after school, grandma always sits at the door, watching us approach from a distance and telling us that there are cakes in the basket on the beam. We put down our schoolbags, stood on the bench and picked up the basket. Uncover the covered cage cloth and see the golden corn cake inside, which is fragrant. Grandma always smiles and watches us eat. At that time, we only knew how to eat. Later, when I grew up, I found it strange how Grandma hung the basket on the hook under the beam. Eating the tortillas made by grandma, we grew up slowly, and grandma became old. Later, I went to middle school in the county dozens of miles away and came back once a week. Every time I come back, my grandmother's health is getting worse every time. Finally, on the brightest night of the moon after that autumn, grandma went out like a exhausted oil lamp. Mother said that grandma left peacefully with a smile on her face.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I seem to see grandma's kind face again, the way she walks with trembling feet on crutches, and the warmth in her eyes when she sits under the moon. We sat beside grandma singing the old nursery rhyme, and camel clothes were placed on the small bench. ...
I suddenly feel that the moon is not lonely, because its heart is full of the warmth of the sun. ...