Grandma's back is full of true kindness and sincere love, and I can read the most sincere expression from these back.
Unforgettable is my grandmother's back when she washes and cooks for me. For a long time, grandma was responsible for taking care of my diet and daily life. Grandma is not tall, but she is very fat. She sat on a small bench and bent down to rub clothes. She gasped and worked hard as if to clean all the dirt. This scene is too familiar. I didn't think so at that time. Now that I think about it, I only feel endless guilt, because grandma loves me and I am not sensible. She bends very low, so every time she washes clothes, she beats her waist with her right hand, just like playing an old drum.
I like to look at grandma's back when cooking, because it can make people feel at ease. I grew up eating grandma's snacks, and I am familiar with the taste. She turned her back on me and was busy by the fireside, with pots and pans jingling like a wonderful symphony. Grandma has been cooking for more than half a century, but she never gets tired of it. She cooked dishes for me skillfully and seriously, steamed fish, cooked noodles and fried meat without saying a word of complaint. Instead, she is immersed in cooking, which she regards as a kind of enjoyment. I think lying on the sofa watching grandma cook is also a kind of enjoyment.
There is also a very sad experience about grandma's back. Ten years ago, I went to the provincial capital to go to college. When I left, she stuffed a lot of food into my suitcase. The suitcase really won't fit. I said angrily, grandma, don't plug it. These things can be bought there, and they are not expensive. Grandma silently retired until I went out and didn't show up. My mother told me quietly that my grandmother was hiding in the back room crying and could not bear to part with me. My nose suddenly soured and tears came down. Because I can imagine that she must be crying with her back to me. I have been with her for many years. I am familiar with her habits. I can imagine that short and old grandmother kept wiping her eyes with her right sleeve, but her tears kept increasing. I got on the bus and through the window, I saw my tearful grandmother standing at the door of the hospital, staring at me with her neck stretched out. Only then did she dare to come out to see me.
Grandma has an incurable disease, so I went to see her. At that time, illness had made her unable to speak clearly. My aunt said she wanted to see you. She always talked about you, but she knew you were busy, so she didn't feel well. I sat by grandma's bed. She looked at me for a while, then turned her back on me and waved her aunt to let me go. I took a close look at the back of my grandmother lying in bed and found that she was as thin as a bone and completely lost her original appearance. I am extremely sad but helpless.
When I went again, it was already an afternoon, and my grandmother actually meant to accompany me. In the middle of the night, my uncle woke us up and said that grandma was dying. Grandma had her dressed in a shroud that had been prepared long ago, and then carried her to the armchair in the living room and sat facing the door. She wants to leave with dignity. I squatted in front of my dying grandmother and cried all the time. She looked at me for a long time, as if to engrave my appearance clearly in her heart. Grandma finally waved to me and motioned me to go to the back room. Actually, I didn't go to the back room, so I hid in a corner not far from her. I stared at her back, more solemn than when I worshipped Buddha, listening to her panting, from big to small, and then to weak, until the world was quiet.
About the author:
Chen Wu, male, born in Tongling, Anhui Province, 1988, graduated from Anhui Agricultural University. His works were published in Poetry Magazine, Poetry Selected Magazine, Poetry Monthly, Shandong Literature, Beijing Literature and other domestic and foreign publications.
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