Those memories that are treasured in the deep heart, inadvertently remembered, warmed the whole winter ...
My thoughts were brought back to the old house, and the fruits on the jujube trees in front of the house began to turn red, the long jujube pole was still there, and the old jujube basket was still there. But, my grandma, where are you?
As the sun sets, Huang Chengcheng is shining like a layer of gold on the earth. The intoxicating glow instantly changed in various colors. A door of the old house creaked open, and the old man hobbled out, took the bamboo pole and basket standing outside the house and slowly walked towards the jujube tree. "Hua!" Grandma's voice of playing dates knocked on my warm and gorgeous childhood memories. "Hua!" This is the sound of my jujube, and the whole tree is dancing and singing with my rhythm. "Take a break, call again after a break!" "Grandma, jujube is so sweet, try it!" Picking up a jujube, I rubbed it twice on my body and sent it to my grandmother's mouth in a hurry. Grandma didn't pick up the dates I sent, but picked up the towel around her and wiped my face carefully. She bent over and looked focused. She held the towel carefully, and her hand shook gently, once, once ... "Look at you!" " Smiles rippled on her face, smoothing the wrinkles on her face and warming every night I miss her ...
As night fell, grandma moved a stool to pick dates under the orange light. Her eyes were not good, so she had to bend over hard and wished to stick dates on her eyes. Her rough hands turned slowly, her eyes examined carefully, and she gently put the good dates into the jujube basket. Look is so serious, as if doing something important. "Grandma, stop it!" I shook my grandmother's arm and said. "Don't get it? You can't eat dates in the future? "
under the orange light, grandma is carefully picking dates, and the light shines on her silvery white hair, which is peaceful and warm. This scene is fixed in the annals of my memory, and I often take it out and look at it ...
Those things seem to have happened yesterday. This year's jujube tree still receives a lot of dates, but what about the people who stayed up all night to pick dates for me? If this breeze can help convey your thoughts, please take away a ray of fruity fragrance and let grandma smell the sweetness and the thoughts ...
"Hua!" The sound of playing dates is ringing in my ears again. I seem to smell the fragrance of dates, but can grandma smell it? ..... can't you? I hope I can help you ~ ~