According to legend, our great-grandmother was a very beautiful and capable person. The yarn she spun is even in thickness, the embroidered flowers are bright and dazzling, and the clothes she made fit. She is very kind and often saves money to help others. She and our great-grandfather worked together to create a big family. She said that she would stay with her children and grandchildren forever and never leave. Later, according to her last wish, after her death, her children and grandchildren buried her in the middle of the village and let her accompany us forever. The houses of the younger generation basically radiated to all directions around the tomb of Ethereum, and gradually multiplied into thousands of people.
Grandma's grave is located in the village, facing south. On the east and west sides of the tomb, several steps were built with stones. The steps are paved with smooth bluestones, and the top of the grave is covered with several smooth bluestones. There is a small tombstone embedded in front of the grave. Due to the age, the handwriting on it is blurred. More than ten years ago, the village simply repaired the tomb of Taipo, cement replaced bluestone, and modern scientific and technological products covered up its quaint old appearance. Too much soil has been filled around the grave, and it has hardened, but the tall grandmother's grave in our eyes is not as magnificent as before. To the west of Taipo's grave is a big threshing floor, which was also our paradise at that time.
Every night, we come to Grandma's grave to play games. Sometimes we play with eagles to catch chickens, and sometimes we play with tigers to eat stupid pigs. We always use great-grandmother's grave as a stage. Sometimes we imitate the Eighth Route Army in the movie and use the grave of Grandmother as a bunker. We condescended and beat the "devils" out of the water. Sometimes we draw lots to send people to play villains and accept criticism on the stage. Everyone is competing to play hero, standing on the top of the high grave and glaring. Of course, the most we play is "car wash radish". One or twenty small partners hand in hand, repeatedly through the door made by two partners hand in hand. The happiest things are "buying a dog" and "losing a handkerchief".
The wheat was harvested, and bundles of wheat were everywhere on the threshing floor. After dinner, the adults sweated on the threshing floor in the moonlight, and we took advantage of the night to play hide-and-seek among the wheat bundles. The cotton was picked and the whole threshing floor was covered with a layer of white cotton, so the women chose cotton on the threshing floor. There are many red bugs on cotton. When it is exposed to the sun, it crawls everywhere. We had a good time catching bugs, doing somersaults and basking in the sun. We also have unpleasant times, sometimes we even fight in groups, and sometimes we accidentally break our little friends' heads. The little friend's mother will wet an egg in water with a piece of paper and put it in the firewood stove. After cooking, she will take the children to the door, send the eggs and say a few good words, and she will be fine. Unlike now, you make a fuss when you break your skin. You have to go to the hospital for a check-up to break your resistance. Sometimes we quarrel and everyone goes home crying, but within two days, adults are still struggling, but we make up. Sometimes dozens of us sit on the top of grandma's grave and take turns telling stories. One of my classmates likes reading extracurricular books in the same year and has the most stories. We can't get enough of 108 heroes in Liangshan and Monkey King Thrice Defeats the Skeleton Demon. We are most afraid of telling ghost stories with glasses. He told them magically and vividly. We all want to hear it, but we are afraid to hear it. Sometimes we always feel ghosts after listening to what they say. It's hidden in the corner behind you, which makes us afraid to go home at all. Sometimes we read comic books together, and we always forget the time. At this time, a parent found this place, or wanted to eat or do something, so we dispersed in a hubbub.
The tomb of Taipo is our childhood paradise, and we spent an unforgettable childhood here. For decades, a building has been built on the west side of Taipo's tomb, and the traces of childhood play have long since disappeared. This is no longer a place for children to play.