Chapter 1: The big pagoda tree in front of grandma's door.
There is indeed a big locust tree in front of my grandmother's house. It is said that it has been hundreds of years. The diameter of the tree is so thick that seven or eight people can't stretch out their arms. The branches are born and withered, withered and sprouted, and they are endless. A few years ago, some businessmen wanted to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy that big pagoda tree, but no one could tell whether it belonged to grandma's big family, or because it was protected by the state or because it became a spiritual symbol. In short, no one cares about it anymore.
"Big saw, big saw, grandma's singing in an opera, you also go, I also go ..."
The locust tree in front of grandma's house witnessed the rise and fall of grandma's house and remembered my childhood.
My grandma and grandpa have three men, five women and eight children in their lives. My uncle often says that my grandmother is so blessed that she has "five women who offer birthday felicitations". In my memory, grandma's family is a big family. For generations, houses have been built around the yard. There are at least ten small passages in the yard. The cooking season is coming, and the smoke from the kitchen is curling up and people are buzzing. Bellows and pots and pans sound like markets.
Grandma said that there is nothing to say about the family's respect and love for the locust tree. In the past, anyone who was poor and had no firewood could cut branches. If you have no food, you can pick Sophora japonica flowers and make wheat rice to satisfy your hunger. Anyone who has something will make a wish under the locust tree. Sophora japonica knows the joys and sorrows of grandma's family and her spring, summer, autumn and winter. In spring, the locust tree sprouted new buds, and grandma suddenly had new hopes for life; In midsummer, enjoy the shade of Sophora japonica leaves during the day and smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica at night; In autumn, mature locust tree seeds are exchanged for grandma's housekeeping money; In winter, falling snowflakes beat the branches of Sophora japonica, and grandma hopes for a bumper harvest next year.
Grandma has many grandchildren, but she prefers me as a poor man. Like many friends, I loved going to my grandmother's house when I was a child. After my mother left, I often stayed at my grandmother's house. What I remember best is that whenever I see my grandmother, the first thing I see is a candy box. Fruit candy is a must. This seems normal today, but it was rare in the past. Grandma took out change in one hand and dragged me to the vegetable garden of the production team in the other to pick fresh cucumbers and tomatoes to satisfy my appetite. Now I often think of this warm picture. Because my home is on the plateau, there is not enough food. My grandmother often cooks corn and sweet potatoes for me. Sometimes, I feel that I have hurt miscellaneous grains. Today, it seems that all my grandma gives me is green food.
When I was a child, during the Chinese New Year, there was a lot of excitement under the big locust tree, singing big plays, wandering on swings in autumn, playing windmills, playing chess and strolling around, which was a casino. The starting clock of the production team is tied to the locust tree, and the members start the meeting under the locust tree. Sometimes I suddenly think of the scene in the movie "Tunnel Warfare" where Gao Laozhong rings the bell and gives an alarm under a big locust tree. The pagoda tree in front of grandma's house is no longer grandma's tree, but the symbol and yearning of the whole family in the village.
My uncle works in the county, and often goes home to see my grandmother and bring back my cousin's clothes. I often envy them and often find my favorite gifts among a lot of shoes and hats. Today, I saw my son's shoes and socks scattered on the balcony of the city, and suddenly I saw my own shadow.
Time changes, and people become eternal. Many years later, my grandmother, my grandfather, two uncles and several aunts all died, and the people in my grandmother's yard also moved. Only my little nephew and cousin are still in the old courtyard, but the big locust tree is still there. Building instead of building is a new era and new hope. The big locust tree in front of grandma's door also ushered in new hope and gave birth to new vitality.
The big locust tree in front of grandma's house, the childhood in memory, the locust tree is there, and grandma is still there.
Chapter II: Grandma in the Country
It is rare to see such a dignified and upright old man in the countryside. Neighbors' uncles and aunts all said, "You didn't see your grandmother's wedding photos. She has an oval face, big eyes, double eyelids and a bright black braid. She is really a born beauty embryo. " I have only seen a family photo of my grandparents. At that time, my grandmother was in her fifties and old, but she could still see the elegance of that year.
Grandma's eyes are very bright, and her eyelids naturally look good. When she smiled, her eyebrows were also bent, and her lips were also bent, slightly tilted and gathered a few wrinkles. Grandma's face, the lines are so natural and soft, without any flaws, which neither mother nor aunt can inherit. But mother obviously inherited her grandmother's big eyes, which were bright and radiant. Compared with them, I suddenly dimmed a lot.
There are seven grandmothers and sisters. She's the oldest, and she's doing very well. Since I entered this home, my father-in-law only recognized the cloth shoes she made, saying that they were comfortable and stiff, and her mother-in-law was naturally inferior to her new wife.
When I was a child, I snuggled up to my mother and watched her make cotton shoes for me. Melaleuca has been made of hemp thread. The thick upper is dark red woolen cloth, and then the lining is soft interlining. Layer by layer, pulp with bamboo slips, dry, plug in a new layer of cotton, then stick on a layer of cotton cloth, and put it in the hemp thread seam of the sole layer by layer. The fresh cotton fragrance, the brand-new hard sole, the small plum blossom embellished on the vamp and a brand-new pair of cotton shoes make me miss it when I sleep at night, and I hold it in my arms and put it on the pillow. When it snows, you can't wait to try something new. When I first put it on, I walked carefully, carrying the snow surface for fear of getting muddy water. A few days later, when I looked at the new shoes again, I couldn't see the glamour, and the vamps were covered with dust and grease.
Now that I think about it, I just think that my mother's shoes are good and look good. They are quiet and safe, and add a little warmth in the winter afternoon. But my mother always said, "When I was a daughter, your grandmother didn't like the work of * * * at all. She said it was rough and the stitches were big. How will she get married and live in the future? " This has been said for many years, and we have grown up slowly.
I often think how beautiful and durable the cotton shoes made by grandma are. But grandma has two grandsons and two granddaughters, and grandma's craftsmanship is presented to them. After a long time, these thoughts gradually blurred and faded into my childhood memory.
It is precisely because of grandma's kindness and craftsmanship that everything she does is beautiful, and she was absorbed into the village to join the party within a few years. Growing up, I felt like a halo around my grandmother, and it was difficult for me to get in touch with the other side of her.
As far as I can remember, my grandmother seldom came to my house. When I was a freshman, my classmates called me to the door during recess, and my grandmother and mother stood there waiting for me. "My family moved, let me tell you, don't lose your home." My mother said with a smile, and my grandmother looked at me with a smile. It's the first time I feel grandma is so close to me. She is really old, but she is such a kind old man. Later, I learned that my grandmother always had leg pains, so I hit her hard on rainy days. My family said that there was no rule of law and I didn't want to cure the old problem, but my mother couldn't bear to take her to the city for acupuncture. I'm really sad to think of her prevarication.
Mother said, "Your grandmother has worked all her life and has never been idle for a moment. Anxious is also a short temper. It is also angry to see others doing badly. " That summer vacation, I was alone at home. My mother asked my grandmother to stay with me. My grandmother promised to stay only for a few days, and there is still a stall at home that has not been disposed of. Grandma cleaned up from the back room to the stove and from the living room to the bottom of the bed. The old grease on the lid also made her shine at the moment, and at the same time kept directing this and that. I'm really impatient with the orders. I almost don't want to play with anything. Look at her rough face, but I put up with it.
Grandma took me to the fair, and when I was pushing the cart, my hand was scratched, and the skin on the back of my hand was broken, and blood was oozing out. Her hands were dark and blue, and she was frightened by the bleeding. She pressed her hands all the way without saying a word, but from time to time, her uncle and aunt who sold meat and vegetables asked with concern, "Aunt, what happened to your hand?" Find a cloth bag quickly. " "Nothing", grandma didn't care, turned over a piece of toilet paper and held it down with her hand to stop bleeding. How many years have passed, but in front of my eyes, my injured hand, that red and a little black blood, that calloused and painful hand, is really like my grandmother's life, full of hardships and biting pain.
I have a little uncle. Mother said, "That's a lovely child, with bright eyes and a small head. He's smart and looks like * * *." "You three grandpa really want to be a son! Your grandmother is reluctant. " My mother is always sad when she talks about it. "When I was five years old, I was very naughty and painful, and sometimes I was like a follower. Sister, where are you going to work? Buy me a small water gun', I will buy it for him even if I eat! " Mom said her eyes were red. I really want to see what this little uncle looks like, but I didn't even leave a photo. Grandma had a serious illness, and every child was the darling of her mother, not to mention such a miserable boy.
Grandpa is sick from time to time, and grandma has always been tough. Even when she is old, she is still full of energy, but her back is bent. She gets thinner as she gets older. Everyone thought that she could be the birthday girl and enjoy some happiness in her later years. Who knows that she will die before her grandfather in the end. Before grandma died, my uncle couldn't afford to kneel before the bed. Uncle is also a prominent figure outside, but everyone is just a distressing child in front of his mother.
On the second day of that year, I went to my grandmother's house, and then I was busy eating, chicken, duck and fish, and my grandmother took out all the delicious food. But I can see that the smile on grandma's face is not as much as in previous years, and she is getting more and more haggard. Grandma called me to the back room and sat on the edge of the kang. She took out a small handkerchief from under the mat and unfolded it slowly, with 200 yuan wrapped in it. "You are married, I didn't give you a red envelope." Grandma's words are full of guilt. "Over the years, your mother has been involved, and I didn't help ..." Grandma didn't know what to say. "I don't want it. Keep the flowers for yourself." "Your aunt ..." Grandma said her eyes were red and tears rustled on her cotton-padded clothes. She kept wiping her tears with hard hands, and the scars on them were still striking.
The death of my aunt has always been a pain in my grandmother's heart. The youngest and most charming daughter, who is also her closest child, died the earliest, and had a lot of grievances and torture in her life. My aunt and I have deep feelings. When grandma mentioned it, I only felt a lump in my throat and my heart was more sour.
I just want to change the subject. I looked up and saw the white hair on my grandmother's head. When my grandmother's hair was half gray, I was surprised. It was the pain of losing her daughter that made her like this. Want to say a few words of comfort, my heart hurts, my chest is stuffy, but I can't speak all the time. I held my grandmother's shoulder and wanted to give her some strength silently. She is thinner than before and her eyes are dim.
Later, I heard my aunt say to my mother, "Sister, please advise my mother!"! My neighbor yisow called me that day and said,' Call your mother back! The old lady was crying alone in the wheat field. Mother listened to a sigh, but I couldn't help feeling sad. How can I bear to imagine this 70-year-old man with gray hair wailing in the endless wheat fields in the cold wind? She has been depressed in front of people for too long, and it hurts to miss her daughter.
Grandma was old, and before I could do anything for her, she fell ill, especially with stomach cancer. I didn't know about it until she died. In those days, I always thought she had a bad cold.
The last time I saw my grandmother was in a rural clinic. Mother said, "You just got back. Go and see your grandmother! " "Grandma is not at home, so she asked to go to the clinic for an injection. Several wooden beds and two infusion bottles, grandma was lying there alone. She was very happy to see me. I sat down next to her. The pin went deep into my grandmother's hand, and the veins stood out more and more. I was as thin as a log. I hold grandma's hand, cold and painful. I gently held my dry hands and tried to transfer the heat from my palms to her. Grandma told me a lot off and on, and I can't remember clearly, so I thought it would be good to finish this injection.
Before leaving, my mother gave me 100 yuan to give to my grandmother. I know my mother wants my grandmother to see my filial piety and make her happy. I put the money on grandma's pillow, and grandma struggled to give it back to me. My mother and I went out, and grandma tried to look at the door. At that moment, I thought I should spend more time with her, at least I shouldn't let her suffer silently.
but ...
That old house covered with ivy, everyone is reluctant to go in again, for fear that they can't stop being sad.
When my grandmother left, my parents didn't tell me, so I complained to them, and then it went away. I understand their hearts, and I think my grandmother will understand me, too.
Article 3: Grandma
Dandelion flower, if I say so, please take it to grandma's house.
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Whenever I hear the "grandma" of Xidan girl, I can't help but miss my grandmother who is far away from home. My grandmother is 80 years old this year, and the wrinkles of the years have carved her into a rustic old woman. However, it was this old woman who raised seven daughters, one of whom died and one son, and her grandfather left in 1993, which was earlier. My mother often said that when we were young, the elder sister took care of the second sister, and the second sister took care of the third sister ... On the other hand, just like the clothes we wore, the older ones were still worn until the younger ones. At that time, grandma worked in the production team and had no leisure time to take care of the children. Fortunately, my children are extremely filial to the elderly, but I don't spend much time with my grandmother. I work outside all the year round.
I remember when I was still studying, 18 years old became a soldier, and the old man could not bear to let me suffer at a young age. But at that time, I couldn't understand what my grandmother meant. Whenever I write to my sister, I always ask, "How is grandma?" Actually, my sister is not waiting at my grandmother's. She also studies in Huangshan. She just wrote and said, "fortunately, there are other children and grandchildren at home!" "
As far as I can remember, I was not so obedient, especially before I became a soldier. I was rebellious and didn't learn well. I once held a knife to my grandmother's neck and muttered that I would kill her. I had a cold war with my grandmother for half a month for a cup ... a lot, a lot, it's a long story!
Two things impressed me the most, that is, grandma's breakfast in the morning and my deep attachment to her. Fried rice with pickles cooked by my grandmother is my favorite. Whenever my cat is still sleeping with me in the morning, I can smell grandma's cooking. The pots and pans in the kitchen did not make grandma lonely, but echoed with firewood mixed with grandma's caressing voice: "son, get up and eat!" " Now that grandma is old, she doesn't pickle pickles herself, but the smell lingers in her mouth for a long time.
Another thing is to study away from home, because it is the first time to leave home, and it is early in the morning, my parents sent me, and my grandmother stubbornly insisted on sending me to the village entrance, holding her hand and falling on her shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks involuntarily. I don't know if it is the fear of leaving home for the first time, or I can't bear to leave my grandmother. This is the first time to cry on her shoulder. My mother asked me afterwards, and I was speechless. I think maybe I don't want to leave my grandmother.
Now, grandma is an old man, and what her old man looks forward to most is the New Year, because so many children will accompany grandma, and that time is also the most comfortable and happy time for the old man!
I wish my dear grandma a long and healthy life. My grandson sends his best wishes!