Nature is like a magical magician. The yard was covered with withered vines, but now it has turned blue, and many long stems and vines have grown. The newly grown leaves, like open palms, sway in the wind, gradually blocking the scorching sun entering the yard, leaving mottled shade, quite like the artistic conception of "green trees and vines swaying" written by Liu Zongyuan. Only from the roots of branches can we see the traces of time.
A few years ago, grandma was paralyzed by a stroke. She always sits quietly under the grape tree, smiling and watching us busy. Every time I pull the car and get ready for work, I always hear my grandmother's concern: "There are many people on the road, let's go!" "When I come home from work, I always announce loudly," I'm back! " "I'm afraid grandma will be in a hurry, otherwise she will always greet me with a smile:" I'm back! " "I quickly stepped forward to hold grandma's hand and responded. In this way, the image of grandma sitting under the grape tree with a smile is permanently engraved in my mind.
Although grandma can't read, she was the most learned in my eyes when I was a child. You see, she is full of magical and beautiful legends. When enjoying the coolness of summer nights, grandma always takes pains to gently shake the palm sunflower fan in her hand to drive away annoying mosquitoes and hot air for me, and at the same time tells me legendary stories in a gentle tone. Legends such as "A Match Made in Heaven", "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" and "The Legend of the White Snake" once made me have many fantasies about the distant sky. Sometimes I will tell us the past glory of my ancestors in a high-pitched voice. Even at night, I can feel the proud light shining in grandma's eyes. The Pukui fan in that hand makes me feel like a goose feather fan in Zhu Gekongming's hand. A gentle stroke brings infinite wisdom.
It is also under this vine that when chatting with my neighbors, I always proudly show off my understanding and filial piety, as if no one else is better than me. This has made me dare not slack off so far, and I am afraid that I will live up to her expectations. I must study and work harder and strive for more achievements. This is her spur to me, and it is also my way to please her.
Grandma lost her husband in middle age, and she brought up three children. Strong personality, alone, I don't know how much pain to swallow. But in front of us, we always face life with a smile, and we will never pretend to be others for what we can solve. Even the shroud and shoes, I don't know when, were all ready by myself and left us calmly and quietly.
Now the vines are still flourishing, but you don't smile at me under the tree, remind me. Kind and kind Mother Earth, may her soul be in your arms forever!