Last night, I had a dream about my grandmother who had been dead for five years. This is the first time I saw my grandmother in my dream after her death. When I woke up, I forgot the content of my dream, but my grandmother's shadow was as clear as ever.
Appreciation of Grandma's Prose
Grandma struggled with her little feet, but even so, it didn't stop her from running around for her family. Grandma is not beautiful, but she has the virtue of an oriental woman. Grandma has no education, but she has trained several children who eat public meals.
According to my mother, my grandfather's parents died early, my grandfather grew up with my brother and sister-in-law, my sister-in-law is a very mean person, and my grandfather lives a dependent life. Later, someone proposed to my grandfather, that is, my grandmother. It is said that my grandmother was stimulated when she was young and got a "heart attack". Nevertheless, my grandfather married my grandmother. She was poor at that time, and my sister-in-law didn't like it either. My grandfather wants to get married early.
Low mud house, semi-new reed mat, grandpa's relic. A rough bedding, grandma's dowry. A dim kerosene lamp has lived a life without feelings since then, but it has passed. Originally, Muna became the parents of five sons and three daughters. The youngest uncle, the cleverest and cleverest of the eight children, drowned while taking a bath in a pond. There was no money to buy coffins at that time. A reed mat wrapped my little uncle and buried him in the grave. My grandfather looks sad, but my grandmother looks strong and happy.
My mother's brothers and sisters were all born before liberation, and the days at that time were even more imaginable. Life is tight, no one comes to help, and the whole family has to make ends meet. At this time, my grandfather just sighed, and my grandmother gave up face and borrowed it from my boss, so Xijiashe finally got through that difficult time. A marriage without feelings always stumbles through life. My grandmother's heart failure recurs occasionally. My mother is the eldest daughter. Before she got married, my grandmother was often ill, and my grandfather and mother hardly dared to sleep at night, because once her illness broke out, people would run out and disappear. Later, grandpa and mom thought of a last resort. Before going to bed, they will tie a hemp rope to the latch and the other end to their arms. Once grandma gets sick at night, they will be awakened as soon as they open the door, so as not to look everywhere. Then grandma will be tied up by grandpa with thick hemp rope, and it will be calm after a while. Once I asked my mother why she didn't treat my grandmother in the first place. Mother said: there were no conditions at that time. Besides, according to the superstition of farmers' families, my grandmother got such symptoms because she was confused by some fairy. Grandma's "Crazy" was known in her mother's narrative, but I remember' Grandma likes to drink a little wine when she is old and talks a lot. I've never seen her have an attack.
When I was a child, I often went to my grandmother's house with my mother, and sometimes I stayed at my grandmother's house for many days. Grandpa is a quiet person, but grandma is busy cooking for us. Grandma's hometown only grows rice, which can be eaten all year round, while my hometown produces miscellaneous grains, such as sorghum rice, corn and sweet potato. When I was a child, how delicious it was to eat rice all day, and it was not an extravagant hope at grandma's house. Grandma's hometown has many ponds and many fish and shrimp. At that time, there would be a lot of gains if you went down to the river pond to catch fish and shrimp. Grandma often sprinkles a handful of coarse salt on inedible fish and shrimp, adds appropriate amount of water to cook them, and then dries them in the sun. Every time we come back from grandma's house, we will take something, and of course dried fish and shrimp are also indispensable. I still remember the smell of dried fish and dried shrimp, which was grandma's smell.
Grandma's taste will not be forgotten, and her love will always be remembered. Growing up in the countryside when I was a child, I didn't know much, and hard times became a habit. Every time after the Spring Festival, other children have new clothes to wear. We can only hope earnestly. Father's income from working in the city is not high, only enough for one person to adjust expenses. My considerate father sometimes even helps other colleagues. My mother has a strong nature and is distressed. Her father never complains with her father. My mother throws some miscellaneous expenses all the year round, but she has to give money to the brigade. Where can she afford new clothes? We are very sensible and never ask our mother for new clothes, although we have expectations in our hearts. At this time, my grandmother will send menstruation to secretly give the cloth she bought from the collection to my mother, mainly because she can't let my uncle and aunt know. It is said that the water sprinkled by the married daughter will avoid trouble. With new clothes to wear, we can go out and show off with our friends, even though mom has made every one of our clothes bigger. "Mom, why is this dress so fat?" Mom replied: "You can wear it next year!"
Later, we moved to the city with my father, and grandma came to stay for a few days occasionally. When we come, we often bring "salted fish" that we liked when we were children, and some salted fish. Because I miss my grandfather, I will go back in a few days. My father is very kind to my grandmother. Every time I stay a few more days, my grandmother leaves in a hurry. At that time, my father equipped a bus. Seeing that grandma is old, I want to make an exception and send her by bus. My grandmother always said, "No, don't let people gossip!" " Although grandma is an illiterate peasant woman, she knows everything and won't let her father specialize. From my grandmother, I saw the kindness and brilliance of an old man and the attitude of an ordinary peasant woman. Grandma is simple and so great, and I respect her from the bottom of my heart. In my eyes, grandma has never been "crazy".
Now, it is not the time to be poor, but my mother and grandmother are no longer alive and can't enjoy a happy old age with us.
Grandma lost her ability to work in her later years, and she was riddled with diseases. She lived without dignity, just alive. In the eyes of my uncles and aunts, they are getting more and more stupid and crazy. After grandpa died, grandma took turns staying with several uncles. Although her children and grandchildren live a full life, they live a lonely life like the epitome of most rural elderly people. Who will give a warm life to such an old madman in their eyes? Burden, grandma became a burden, became a burden. The traditional filial piety of the Chinese nation has been defeated by reality.