Staring at life and writing 1 Even though time is getting older, there is still a smile in that corner. -inscription
In a corner of memory, Sophora japonica is in full bloom.
In spring, the Sophora japonica blooms, and my grandfather stands under the tree. With a quick twist and a quick spin, a bunch of white flowers fell into the pot. Wash and drain, the Sophora japonica has turned yellow-gray, mix with seasoning, put it into the rolled dough, rotate it quickly and pinch it quickly, and a delicate steamed stuffed bun will come out.
Grandfather put a drawer of steamed bread on the bamboo screen, and in a short time, it was filled with steam and fragrant. Grandpa raised the bamboo screen and saw the steamed bread, round and full. I gently took out a steamed stuffed bun and took a bite. The rich fragrance of Sophora japonica goes straight into my heart, and the sweetness of life haunts my heart.
Later, the ancient pagoda tree gradually withered in the silent alternation of the four seasons. Sitting on a tall haystack, drinking coarse corn paste and eating white flour steamed bread, everything returns to nature. Lonely and distant wheat fields are endless, water vapor and sunset glow set each other off, and dreamy beauty is reflected in this wheat field.
When the wheat was about to mature, grandpa took me to the ridge, picked a lock of ears of wheat, rubbed them back and forth in his hand, and several green grains of wheat rolled down from the "baby". Grandpa smiled without a word and put the wheat in my mouth. A bitter taste gradually dispersed and overflowed between my lips and teeth. I immediately spit it out: "This wheat is bitter and astringent, and it tastes terrible!" "
Grandfather said meaningfully: "Yes, this wheat grain is very inconspicuous now, but it will gradually fill up in a few days, showing a beautiful and smooth appearance like jade." Is my grandfather showing me the suffering and perfection of life? Life is endless. Only by rushing out and breaking the blockade can we show the joy and pride of success.
The world of mortals is rolling, and youth is fleeting. My grandfather, who has been baptized by life, has lost his face and is getting old. In the past, the ancient pagoda tree was no longer covered with onions, but was replaced by a begonia. When the solstice of summer comes, a lot of trees fall and the yard is full of flowers. Grandpa loves begonia alone. Has he appreciated the beauty and perishability of life? Life is perishable because of its beauty, and life is even better because of its perishable nature.
Staring at life, staring at grandpa's smile and Sophora japonica; Staring at life, staring at grandpa's background and wheat; Staring at life, staring at grandpa's indifference and Haitang set each other off.
Hold your breath and stare at life, discover the beauty of life and discover the taste of everything.
Staring at life at night, the forest rustles, and birds flying far for food return to their nests; It was dark, and the village was empty, leaving only lonely old people to miss it quietly. ...
My grandmother's hair is a little gray and her face is covered with wrinkles. She tied a faded apron in front of her clean old coat.
Before it's too late, grandma pulled out the vegetables in the field and prepared to cook. I looked at her busy back in the sunset and complained, "Grandma, uncle, they went to Nanjing and didn't come home for about a year." You must miss them very much? " "In order to make money, they want to make money." Grandma muttered pulling vegetables in the field and shaking the soil on the stalk. "It must be boring to have only you and grandpa at home now." "Yes, adults and children are gone, and no one is talking. Is there any noise? Can you not be bored! " Grandma said flatly, suddenly she seemed to think of something and said, "Aren't we the empty nesters mentioned by CCTV?" I was speechless and didn't know what to say.
Seeing that something was wrong, I changed the subject. "Grandma, what do you think that is?" Following my gesture, I saw several cars parked on the edge of a field full of vegetables. "Now people really think impassability. Look at those cars-city people come to the countryside to fish, and some people live on the fields. I don't think they want to go home. " Grandma looked up and was not surprised. "The world is reversed." I whispered in imitation of my grandmother's tone. Grandma saw that I was absent-minded and smiled: "Many things are different now. It's strange that city people live in the countryside and country people squeeze into the city. " Grandma suddenly (turn, "your uncle brought my granddaughter to Nanjing, there are so many people in big cities, what's good, or the countryside is clean. Every time I call, my granddaughter says she is homesick in tears. This is a trivial matter. "
After listening to grandma's words, I couldn't help thinking a lot. There is such a special group around us-empty nesters. They also need children's care and children's laughter to fill loneliness. As the song goes, "Old people don't want their children to make much contribution to their families, but it's not easy to get together once in a lifetime." Go home often. People are like birds. No matter how high they fly, they will never forget their homing.
Staring at life for three nights should be quiet, but it is extremely noisy.
The brightly lit city is not quiet. A young scream rang in my ear and disturbed my thoughts. "Grandma, I'm tired." I saw an old man, holding a child in his left hand and one in his right hand, getting on the bus. "Hang on, we'll be there in a few stops." The old man patted his left hand while comforting the child in his right hand. The child looks busy. "No, Grandma, I'm really tired." The child was indomitable and the old man sighed helplessly. It's rush hour, not to mention seats. It's not easy to have a foothold. I looked down at my seat and fell into a tangle, unable to decide whether to let it or not. Morally, I should let it go, but what should I do if this happens to girls next time? What if she makes trouble without reason in the future? Out of love, I don't want to let.
"Come, you sit here." Just as I hesitated, I saw a man get up and walk into the crowded crowd. No one sat down beside him, but they all occupied the smallest position, leaving a way for the old man. "Quick, thank you, Aunt." I don't know whether the girl thanked me or not, but in the dark, I can still see the old man's emotional black eyes. At this time, I saw the opposite person get up slowly and say to the old man, "Come, sit here." The old man shirked and finally sat down.
The girl is very happy. She stopped her grandmother across the street happily, and the old man showed a kind smile. The child in the old man's hand also stood on the old man's leg and looked at the scenery outside the window, so fascinated. Looking at the innocent smile of the girl, the old man smiled contentedly, and I suddenly regretted it. At that time, I should give up my seat.
I seem to suddenly understand what selflessness is. After a busy day's work and study, you are still willing to get up and give your seat to a new girl, so that she can feel the warmth and carefree of the world. How much morality can we talk about every day?
The girl kept saying something, but at that moment, the world became quiet.
Many people stood by, I got off the bus, and the old man and children were still sitting there.