Mourn for grandma
Author: Peng Yilin
I went back to my grandmother's house for about half a year.
This path in grandma's house records many lost childishness, but because of the long journey to school and the difficulty in walking, it has never been shuttled once.
A wisp of fragile blue sky near grandma's window has already been filled with light green and yellow, and grandma's original shining eyes have begun to become endless aging like this season.
There are several trees planted outside the house, but they are much taller than me, and some flowers set off, which makes people feel natural and warm. On this sunny afternoon, the house was beautifully reflected by the leaves outside the window. I seem to have found my childhood dream again. Just looking at it, the picture in front of me is so strange and sad.
When I was a child, in my memory, it seemed that every afternoon when the sun went down, I tended to drain water to my home. My grandmother and I were lying on the big kang, where the dilapidated mat had not been removed, and looked out of the window along the light beam flowing up and down in the air. A layer of light green and a few transparent leaves are simple and interesting.
Grandma closed her eyes and whispered to me: when I was a child, now, in the future ... I kept quiet, just listened carefully and looked out of the window. Grandma speaks slowly, maybe she wants to omit something, maybe she is tasting something, maybe she is deeply intoxicated with something ... Grandma always leans in the corner and doesn't change her posture. I am still silent. At that moment, I suddenly felt that the flow of time was very slow.
My grandmother in my impression has always been strong, but year after year, she is really old. Except for the housework that seems to be never finished, she lies in that old bed all the time. When the sun shone in, she covered her eyes with her hands and lay quietly for an afternoon.
Grandma's little tree has grown tall outside the window, and so have I. Grandma left peacefully in a quiet and reserved afternoon.
Grandma left. But all this never seems to change. As always, it is shallow leaves and light sunshine, and it is a deep feeling that never gives up.
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It was a long time before I left my grandmother's house, watching the warm sunshine pouring down on the photos and looking at the strange and familiar faces, and an unspeakable sadness came to my mind again.
A few days later, dozens of days later, until the end of summer, grandma's once light green must be lonely gray. Sometimes, I really want to refuse the arrival of autumn. Autumn has come, the leaves are yellow, the sunshine is weak, and there is only a pile of sad air left in the empty room, which hits the still clear image in my mind.