Author: Super Brother
Deep, deep alley
I can't hear the cries of the vendors.
An old woman sitting on the doorstep.
Put the midday sun
Hold it tightly in your hand.
Changes of alleys
Deeply imprinted on the banana fan
It is raining.
Grandma is still sitting on the dock.
The banana fan in your hand gently covers your head.
It seldom rains.
I can't seem to stand getting wet in her clean clothes.
She looked up at the sky.
Strong eyes penetrated the dark clouds.
It's sunny.
Golden light fell on her.
She smiled
A banana fan overhead.
Slide to your chest.
No wind
The alley is quiet.
a fly
Slipped off her fan
To my dear grandma.
Author: Green Riverside
(paternal) grandmother
Grandson, you are an extraordinary woman.
I respect you and love you.
You are like the yellow land in my hometown.
So generous
Grandchildren are like a sorghum.
Deeply rooted in your land.
Listen to your teachings
Carefully lift the beacon of life.
In the memory of childhood
Grandson's naughty has become your happiness.
And your loyalty to marriage
Your motherly love for your children.
Your insistence on your sick husband.
But be more considerate and concerned.
Your great achievements are everywhere in this family.
These are printed in the childhood memories of grandchildren.
Words cannot be counted.
But now!
Your children are adult parents.
Grandchildren are all grown up.
Recall the past
Grandson will keep your love in his heart quietly.
Studying far away, I always pray for my dear grandmother.
Live a long and healthy life forever.
Grandchildren will also work harder.
Will you continue to live the truth, goodness and beauty?
(paternal) grandmother
I wish you all the best in your hometown
Grandma's hand
Author: Half life is a dream
Accompanied by the bell outside Gusu
You heard the baby crying.
When blood turns me into that baby
You water Clivia with your heart.
Bow down to the prayers of western countries
Break the spell of Christ word for word.
Dawn without milk
Through the shutters
You draw the first ray of sunshine in the morning.
Clivia
You dreamed that he grew up to be Clivia.
In the past, what I smoked was sweeter than milk.
A cold winter
Bury all the old cotton wool on you.
The first cock crow in the morning
It is your hand that caresses the life of the washboard.
In my sleeping red dream
Your hands are as red as blood.
This is not an affectionate spring.
It is said that the spring rain falls on a pleasant night.
Once again, it erased the footprints on your ridge.
Your hand is infected with a gray hoe.
When I hold it at will
This makes my heart ache.
It is said that there will be hibiscus flowers in summer.
I wonder if it's your girlhood cheek.
Cicada came with a wave of wrinkles.
Are you sweating or crying in the hot sun?
A windless night
Sowing is waiting for the autumn when the gentleman orchid blooms.
grandmother
Author: Zhu Yan
(paternal) grandmother
You traveled through time last night.
Come to the cabin.
As quiet as your footsteps.
Regardless of the fatigue of the journey
You are busy cooking.
Trembling hands
Busy adding firewood to the jumping flame.
Or that blue double-breasted coat
It has been whitened by time.
Your smile shines in the flames.
Like ripples in a lake under the sun.
I want to listen to your fairy tales from afar.
But after all, nothing was said.
Busy figure is a gift for me.
My ears are a little lonely.
My old and poor grandmother
From afar.
Busy in the dark cabin
I didn't say anything when I was busy
How can I thank you?
My hunchbacked grandmother.
Gave me a father.