Grandma spent the most time together in my childhood. It was crowded when I was a child. I will sleep with her from birth to graduation from junior high school and leaving home for high school. I didn't expect God to be a little cruel to me. In a few years, Light and Shadow really separated from Grandma.
In my memory, grandma is always so kind, so optimistic, always smiling and never looks old. No matter what happens at home, grandma can hold up the sky like a man, but she never cries bitterness and fatigue, just tries her best to make our family happy.
I remember when I was a child, my family's economic conditions were not very good, and my parents could not read. Besides raising pigs and feeding chickens, my daily work is more about walking through this field and then going to that field. Almost all of them go out before sunrise and go home after sunset. In order to subsidize the family, grandma also helps others with their children in her spare time. I remember that it was only a few tens of dollars a month. Strange to say, every child brought up by grandma is fat in vain. I think it is grandma's careful care that makes the children look so cute under my tile house, even the parents of the children praise them.
In this way, I sleep at one end of the bed, grandma sleeps at the other end, and the child sleeps next to grandma. This kind of life has passed many spring, summer, autumn and winter. Grandma was too old to take care of the children, and later she began to sell pesticides. The pesticides she sells are all natural, because the pesticides that kill insects are all prepared by herself, and neighbors are scrambling to buy their own pesticides, which are effective and cheap. In the back ditch of the house, there is a small clearing, which is where grandma specializes in opening a pharmacy. Every time grandma fiddles with colorful bottles and jars, I will lie on my side and look at them in ignorance, only for curiosity and fun.
Grandma is a little older, still busy, and began to weave straw sandals again. Back a few decades ago, sandals were still popular in rural areas, because they were not easy to slip on the feet and were very light. In order to knit more pairs of sandals and earn more money for home use, grandma is always awake to rub hemp rope. With more hemp rope, she can make some "ears" of sandals. Every time I come home from school, my parents are still busy on the hillside. Just halfway to the door, I saw grandma sitting on the straw sandals knitting machine, knitting one by one. Grandma's skillful movements can sometimes fascinate people.
Grandma's straw sandals are basically made of better straw, especially when the millet is harvested in each season, grandma will choose some straw with better color to dry, and after several times of sun drying, it becomes the best material for grandma to weave straw sandals. Watching grandma weave, I also have the impulse to weave straw sandals, so every time I finish my homework, I will help grandma rub hemp rope and break straw. After the straw sandals are woven, grandma will string them together with ropes and sell them in the market. Of course, grandma always comes home with a full load. Every time I come back from the market, my grandmother will buy some candy for my brother and me, or clothes, pants, shoes and socks. At that time, her heart was sweeter than Chinese New Year.
Many years have passed since grandma's busy days. When I graduate from junior high school, my brother should go to primary school. My family lives on a few acres of land, and it is really difficult to pay for the education of our two brothers and sisters. After discussing with my grandparents, my father left home with my mother and went to work in the city to earn more money so that my brother and I could go to school well. Since then, my brother and I have lived alone with my grandparents for many days. When parents are not at home, grandma will be both a father and a mother, taking care of everything. Every day, I have to cook and wash clothes with my two brothers and sisters, and I have to take care of the fields, mow the grass and feed pigs and chickens. It really keeps spinning like a top.
Every time I plant seedlings, thresh millet, dig sweet potatoes and cut wheat, my grandma is busy. Mom and dad work in the city and seldom go home. Grandma tried to plant all the crops and take them home. I just hope mom and dad can work in the city with peace of mind and not miss home. Looking at grandma's thin figure swaying on the ridge, I will send a meal to my relatives and friends who help on the ridge for a while, and then walk on the dam with my rice on my back. I've been wondering when grandma can really stop to have a rest. Spring ploughing and harvesting in every season are grandma's busiest and most anxious times, but grandma gnashes her teeth in every season.
Mom and dad really want to go home, but they still can't make a living. They can only come back once a holiday. Every time I go home, grandma will put all the best food in the family on the table. It can't be said that there are nine bowls of banquets on the table, just like mom and dad haven't eaten them. Let mom and dad eat and drink at once, not to mention the bacon sausages they made. It must be a must-have dish on the table, and everything that can be steamed and cooked should be served together. Grandma can also cook Ba Huang, Ciba, popcorn, lobster sauce, wheat sauce, bean curd and so on. Anyway, I can't put chopsticks down every time.
Maybe it's years of fatigue and old age, and grandma's health is getting worse every day. Just when I was a sophomore, my grandmother was ill when I was faced with the division and the college entrance examination. I didn't expect grandma to be unable to eat or drink this autumn, so mom and dad quit their jobs and went home to take care of grandma. Terrible disease, tormenting grandma all day, can only be protected by more potions and nutrient solutions to maintain the basic energy needed by the body. Hearing the news that grandma can't afford to get sick is like a blow to the head. I sat in the classroom in an instant, and it took me a long time to recover. I was only thinking about one thing. I want to ask for leave and go home to see my grandmother at once. This is a necessary filial piety to my granddaughter.
After several times of coordination, I finally set foot on the road to go home and visit my grandmother. It's usually an hour's drive. I think the master drove for a long time that day. When I got home, I went into grandma's concierge. I don't seem to know the old woman in front of me. My grandmother, who used to be hale and hearty and quick to do things, has disappeared. Now there is only a white-haired, vicissitudes-faced, haggard old man sitting curled up in a wooden chair, motionless. Tears welled up in my eyes and I whispered, "Grandma, I came back to see you. I am a granddaughter. Please open your eyes, look at me and talk to me. " Grandma looked up at me with all her strength and said that the eldest granddaughter was back. Come and see me closer. In this way, grandma took my hand for a long time and refused to let go. At night, my grandmother and I sleep in the same bed. This is a familiar feeling.
I hurried home. Because of my studies, I got on the bus back to school with tears in my eyes. I'm afraid it will be harder to see my grandmother after I leave. Indeed, the weather is not satisfactory. A few days later, my parents called, and my grandmother was seriously ill and asked me to go home and see her for the last time. When I came home again, I leaned against my grandmother's bed and held her hand. When I spoke to her, she had been tortured by the disease and didn't know me, and she was incoherent. I tried my best to squeeze out a few broken words, but what I was most afraid of happened.
A few days later, when I stepped into the house again, my grandmother really left, and I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to her last sentence. All I saw was her cold body lying in a black coffin, tears streaming down her face. Because of the limited conditions, mom and dad tried their best to make grandma's funeral, but there were more than 80 tables of relatives and friends at the simple funeral. In fact, those who came that day were more friends grandma made before her death. Because grandma was kind-hearted, she laid too much affection before her death. They went all the way to see grandma off for the last time.
Blink of an eye, time flies. Grandma left us for more than ten years. I wish my grandmother could still live in front of me and let her enjoy it. Her life is too hard. For this family, pay or pay, God doesn't even give us a chance to repay, maybe this is grandma's intention, and she still doesn't want to get us into trouble. Grandma is gone, but she will live in my most beautiful memory forever. No matter what wind blows, there are no waves. Grandma is still the one who loves me the most, the one who loves me the most, and the most approachable grandmother. I wish grandma a better life in heaven, without suffering from illness, family ties and busy work, only health and happiness will accompany her forever.