When I was a child, my father was riding a bicycle, my sister was in front, and my mother was holding me behind, walking on the way to my grandmother's house ... It was a long dirt road, and a wide river slowly flowed to my grandmother's house. On the river where that thing flows, there is a small bridge lying across it at regular intervals. Dad told us that the village was at the end of the bridge. Grandma's village head has such a bridge. Sometimes my parents deliberately test us and point to a bridge and say, "Here we are!" " "We strongly object:" No, no, grandma's house is not like this! "
Now that I think about it, what does grandma's bridge look like? It is just a very ordinary bridge, made of four or five evergreen stone slabs; Poplar rows on both sides, with willows in the middle, stand proudly on the river bank and quietly set up a shade for the bridge; The grass under the tree is green, dotted with wild flowers and mixed with the fragrance of the earth. On the north side of the bridge, several houses stand sparsely, and plumes of light smoke are emitted from the chimney. It was through those familiar families that we recognized the bridge and remembered the way to grandma's house.
Every time we go to grandma's house, we are in high spirits, and grandparents leave us delicious food to eat. Not only that, they will also hold our hands and walk carefully on the country road, cross the Qingshiqiao and go to the neighboring village to watch movies on a starry summer night. You know, watching movies, for me as a child, is as luxurious and comfortable as Chinese New Year. Grandpa, who is violent and patriarchal at home, and grandma, who is passive and timid, have never loved us so much! It is the thick and kind grandparents who have propped up a blue sky for our young hearts with simple love.
In my opinion, that bridge is a milestone. In the summer vacation of primary school, we missed grandma very much and decided to go on foot. Children aged eight or nine are not accompanied by adults. In hot summer, they carry schoolbags without even a bottle of water. They sweated for 30 miles on the dirt road just to find their beloved grandparents! In order to prevent getting lost, we write down the numbers every time we cross the bridge. On the way, cicadas sang and the river was calm. When you are tired, you will sit under the green trees to enjoy the cool, and when you are sleepy, you will sing loudly. Finally, when we approached the 14 bridge, we found several familiar houses living by the river, and therefore recognized the mulberry garden of Grandma Qiaodong's house. The fatigue all the way swept away the joy of going home. The two children ran to grandma's house like birds spreading their wings. At noon, under the scorching sun, we broke in with cicadas and were sweating all over. The old man and his uncle were surprised and asked, "How did you two get here!" " Pride floated on two sweaty little faces, and we quickly reported: "Check the bridge! No one sent us! " I proudly raised my dirty hand: "14 Bridge is coming!" The two old people quickly washed our faces and cleaned them. Grandma suddenly turned around and covered her face with a towel for a long time. Grandpa pulled us up, sat in a chair, held one in each hand, and put his wrinkled face on ours, laughing his eyes wet. ...
Winter passed and spring came. Time flies. Days flow in the rivers of seasons. Memories of childhood become sparkling pebbles, lying quietly in the dream of youth. Unconsciously, I have grown up and married far away, but the road and bridge leading to my grandmother's house still clearly emerge in my mind, turning into a strand of homesickness and lingering for a long time. In order to get rid of this yearning, after discussing with my husband, I entrusted my sister to invite my grandmother who had been away for four years to live for a period of time. The 77-year-old man has a bright ear, but he can climb to the fifth floor alone! In the 40-day party, she wore low-grade reading glasses, tailored a cotton-padded coat for her daughter under three years old, put on cotton trousers for me who was afraid of the cold when I was a child (although I couldn't wear them), and carefully rusted two pairs of flower insoles for my husband ... When she sat in a warm winter room, she was happy and busy. I scalded milk, peeled apples or bananas and gently put them in her calloused hands. At this time, grandma always feeds her with her child first, and her kind expression is filled with happiness. Children are no strangers to grandma who met for the first time. She always stays in the old man's bed at night. The scene is very similar to my childhood, full of coquetry and dependence.
Talking to grandma most is our childhood. Coincidentally, grandma is most gratified by the story of checking the bridge. Whenever she mentioned that paragraph, she always looked up with joy, patted my hand and smiled happily, with deep happiness and pride on her face.
Grandma told me that the ring road had already been built there, and the old bridge was transformed into a cement bridge with guardrails on both sides, which became a beautiful scenery. Former families have been demolished and new houses have been built elsewhere. There are not only shade trees on both sides of the road, but also carefully built green belts! Grandma, who lost her grandfather for more than ten years, looked at the bridge under the street lamp on a summer night and thought about her two baby granddaughters ... Listening to her intermittent description, I felt a warm current in my heart and put my hand in grandma's hand. I promised her that I would visit her when I have time and get to know the bridge again.
Now, I have been separated from my grandmother for a year. I will take my daughter across the bridge to visit her this spring. I don't know if my dear grandma ever thought that her love has built a bridge between her daughters' hearts, and it will get wider and wider and farther!