The grandmother in the mountains, a kind old man, can't speak Guiliu dialect, but only Zhuang language. I don't know her name. My mother said that my great-grandfather used to prefer boys to girls and didn't even give her a name. I only know that my grandmother's surname is Zhou, and when she died, her tombstone was engraved with Zhou. Grandma worked hard because her grandfather died of illness when she was thirty-eight. She became a widow and led a hard life with five children. Mom said she didn't go to school all day, but she didn't blame my grandmother because she thought she was too hard, so she helped earn money to make ends meet. But in those days, although people worked hard, it was still difficult to get enough food and clothing. Once, she went out to find wild vegetables and almost fell to her death, because she couldn't open the pot at home, in order not to let her mother and uncles starve to death. Every time I talk about emotion, my mother cries, and I cry with her. I think my grandmother is really hard and pitiful, and I think my mother is very filial. At the end of 2005, her 74-year-old grandmother suddenly fell ill and couldn't eat. The situation is not optimistic. Her illness also caught our relatives off guard, because she usually has few minor pains and difficulties. In March 2006, my brothers and sisters accompanied my mother home to see my grandmother. But the first time I saw her, I couldn't help crying. Is that the grandmother I knew before I lay in bed? How powerful she makes me feel! What is the way to walk more than 20 miles from the mountain and carry tomatoes to the market? A winding path, uphill and downhill, and a mountain that scares me (this road has to be walked step by step, and there is no other means of transportation, which is why I don't want to go back to my grandmother's house. The road is long and difficult. ), but the place where they live is so remote that they always sell some hard-won things in our small market, so they always think that grandma can do a lot of things! But in front of this old man, he was skinny and couldn't move in bed. His bloodless face was horribly pale, his eyes suddenly went blank, and he was dying ... My crying made my mother, brother and sister sob in a low voice. Grandma took her mother's hand and said something powerful that they could understand to the effect that she told us not to cry. She will accompany my grandfather soon and tell us not to be sad. She is very willing to go to the underworld early to accompany my grandfather. Her words made us cry unscrupulously, and we didn't care that Dad had made us strong in front of Grandma, but we really couldn't. At that time, sadness and fear made us unable to control our emotions. That was the last time we saw grandma, because I had to go to work and I went home early. Mom said that my grandmother died at the age of 75 the night I left. Mom also said that grandma kept calling her mother before she died, just like a lost child ... Mom said that it was the only time she saw grandma's weakness and needed protection like a child. When I wrote this, tears had blurred my eyes. I miss my grandmother very much! Think about her simplicity, think about her selflessness, think about the Baba she tirelessly sent us, think about her efforts to learn Guiliu dialect and communicate with us ... Everything will cease to exist with her death. I began to regret why my grandmother didn't do filial piety in her lifetime and only cared about study and work. I even regret that I didn't care about her when she was ill. I always thought she would get better, because she was so strong and brave. I also regret that I didn't accompany her to the last journey, leaving a lifelong regret.
Looking out the dark window, the autumn wind blows gently, and now it is late autumn. Suddenly, I miss my parents very much. I haven't been home for months to watch them grow old. Didn't they care about them when they were alive? Do you want to leave regrets like grandma? Turn on the phone, it's 3: 50 in the morning, and it will be dawn in three hours. I must call home and take my son back to visit them this weekend! From now on, I will cherish them and love them, because I don't want to leave regrets. Smile with relief, and I will lie down and sleep! Love those around us!
2. My grandmother, in my memory, she is just a very ordinary old man and didn't leave a deep impression on me.
As long as I can remember, she is so old, hunched over, but without crutches. Seeing her, I let the child sit quietly and talk to himself; The important children hunched around, and they didn't know what she was going to do. I can see her every time I go home. My uncle's family and mine live in a row of houses. But every time I call her grandma, she always asks who you are. I only tell her I'm XX every time. Where did she say you came from? I won't ask anything else, just look up at me. I won't tell her anything else, because she may know that I will be happy when I come back, so she won't ask again. In fact, now that I think about what she might do now, she doesn't know, hehe.
Grandma doesn't remember me because she has bad eyes and can't see clearly. But tell her who I am, and she still knows. The bodhi old zu didn't leave us until he was 98, but she remembered me because she raised me.
Once I saw my grandmother looking for something on the ground. I asked her what she was looking for, and she asked me to find tweezers to shave her eyelashes. I called her, but I couldn't find her. I wonder if she left it somewhere else, or if she is still looking for it here a few days later. So I can't find it either.
Later, I went to Kunming and finally found a place to sell, so I bought some for my father to take to her. Grandma's eyelashes are drooping because she is old. I can see her pulling out her eyelashes every day. Pulling out her eyelashes should be something she kills time in a day.
Grandma never gives me anything, unlike the bodhi old zu who puts his hand into his pocket for a long time every time he sees me, and finally takes out a handful of rock candy or cookies. Take my hand and impose it on me. When I was a child, I naturally held it with joy. But when I met her as a medical student, she gave it to me as always. I didn't want it and wanted to keep it for her, but she just forced it on me. I just went home to my mother, and she always smiled and said, why don't you eat? It's too dirty to give. I always laugh it off and give it all to my mother.
Where's grandma? Maybe someone gave her something, and she didn't even know to put it away. Or have been carved up by cousins. Unlike bodhi old zu, who is over 90 years old, he is very strong and can go wherever he wants with crutches. She will always know who you are, because I am her great-grandson. The bodhi old zu is so clever that when he gets along with his grandmother, he always cries for this and that. Grandma is indifferent to the world and won't have any contradiction with her aunt. At the end of his life, menstruation was cheerful and had no complaints, but he had many contradictions with his mother.
In my world, two relatives just left. I feel sad when I think about it. When I'm too sad, my eyes get wet. Because I feel like I owe her something. Although I went back when she went up the mountain, I didn't see her for the last time. This will eventually become the biggest regret in my life and hers. Maybe she left without thinking about anything. Maybe she always wanted to see me, but she couldn't. I think she must want to see me, and I should owe her this last time! So I want to go up the mountain to see her for the first time after I go home. Although she can't see me either, I don't know if I will go to see her. But she was buried underground, but she always wanted to see me.
I also went to send my grandmother up the mountain this time, and my family was not too sad. Grandma's departure was also arranged by God. Last time I was sick, I asked my mother to see her. I went to see her for fear that she would leave. Fortunately, I gave her an infusion. I also went to see her this Mid-Autumn Festival. As far as I can remember, I never thought when my grandmother would leave us, but when the truth comes, it cannot be changed.
Grandma sent the coffin to the mountain, but she had to be cremated before she could be buried. By the time I got home, my grandmother had been cremated and brought back. In this civilized world, the souls of the dead should also be attached to the cremated bodies, which have long since disappeared. Why cremation? Cremation or coffin? I thought it was an urn after cremation. I don't have time to think clearly about some problems. My little brother asked me to tidy up my grandmother's bones. I thought the cremated bones were still good. When I poured it out of the media bag, the bones were already very fragile and easily crushed. I tried to find the location of human bones and put my grandmother together. My heart is full of fear, not my grandmother, but my own grandmother.
I'm thinking, I'll do the same one day!
People are still selfish, for what feng shui superstition. Grandma was not buried with grandpa, and we couldn't say anything, and grandma didn't think of it! So can we ask the old man what he thinks before making a decision? Grandparents were buried in two mountain bags several kilometers away. I think it will take a long time for grandpa to see grandma. Grandma will only think of grandpa's death, but she doesn't know that she is dead. I think this is what we living people can do for the dead. Can we bury it together in the future? Even if noisy people living in the world die, they can't be buried together, which is also a pity for the dead.