Who will cure you in this life (thoughts written in Tomb-Sweeping Day)

There is a famous saying: a happy childhood will cure a lifetime, and an unfortunate childhood needs a lifetime to cure. In my life, grandma's love has been healing me. For more than twenty years, I have never stopped thinking about her. Whenever Qingming comes, I always miss her especially. The sound of "milk-,milk-"is the happiest call of my childhood.

My grandmother has never given birth to a child in her life. She adopted three children, two boys and a girl. My mother is this girl. Later, her parents gave her a pension and died. We live together. I call her grandma. In my impression, grandma is a good-looking person. She is taller than the old people of her generation in the village. She has a slightly bent body, fair skin, round face and long black hair. She usually rolls it up and fixes it at the back of her head with a hairpin. In winter, she used a wool hook given by her mother to buckle a brown round hat on it. I usually wear a traditional and simple blue dress of Zhuang nationality. Every day, we wash our hair and clothes with local specialty tea seed cakes.

Grandma had a marriage when she was young, but she divorced because she had no children. Later, she met my grandfather. Grandpa joined the army in his early years and participated in the famous Huaihai Campaign and the Battle of Crossing the River. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, Grandpa returned to his hometown and countryside with injuries. By this time, he was over 40 years old and formed a family with my grandmother in her twenties. In the 1950s, they first adopted a pair of orphaned brothers of the same race. I call them uncle. They were twelve or thirteen when they were adopted.

My mother died a month before she was born. My grandfather can't support three children by himself, so he has to reluctantly send the baby (my mother) to my grandparents' house. At that time, my grandmother was 37 years old and my grandfather was 60 years old. Soon after, two uncles went to be son-in-law, and my elderly grandfather and weak grandmother struggled to raise my mother.

My grandparents regard my mother as their own. In the hard times, they tried their best to raise my mother. They heard a story: Grandpa bought a popsicle for my mother when he went to the market, wrapped it in cloth and took it back to the road. When he got home, there was only one stick left. They sent my mother to school. My mother's schoolbag is a cowhide crossbody bag used by grandpa in wartime. My mother also lived up to expectations, and her academic performance was very good. However, when my mother 12 was just in junior high school, my grandfather died. Grandma has been in poor health, unable to do heavy farm work and unable to help grandpa. Not long after, my mother was forced to drop out of school and work in the village forest farm to earn work points.

My mother/kloc-married my father in the same village when she was 0/8 years old and lived in my dairy house. My father's karma, too. /kloc-When he was 0/2 years old, his father died and his stepmother remarried. He raised his 3-year-old half-brother by himself and made a living everywhere. My family has a big shoulder pole, which my father used when he was young. He picks 300 kilograms of bricks at a time. He also participated in the construction of major reservoirs in the county many times and worked as a coolie.

When I was a child, my grandmother loved me the most. My parents have three daughters, I am the second child, and there is only a gap of more than two years between my sisters. Everyone can make up for the second child in rural areas. As far as I can remember, I always slept in a room and a bed with my grandmother. Sister and father share a room. In winter, I curled up in grandma's arms, slept in her arms and warmed each other. Grandma told me that before I was two years old, I had two convulsions and could hardly support myself. She held me day and night. I don't know how many tears she shed. She took me back from the hand of death. Maybe that's why grandma dedicated all her extra love to me.

Although the rural areas were poor in the 1980s, the household contract responsibility system was implemented. My parents built a new big tile house with hard-working hands, bought a walking tractor and a black-and-white TV set, and their lives improved. My sister has been a beauty embryo since she was a child, which is recognized by Shiliba Village nearby. She is the eldest daughter, and all her clothes are new. When I was growing up, I always picked up leftovers from my sister's shoes. Occasionally, I will cherish a new pair of shoes. Even if they become very short, I will wear them, because I think it is more decent than wearing pull-back shoes with holes in front of my sister. My mother also said: This woman can't wear shoes! She doesn't understand my heart! My sister has a mother who helps me comb beautiful pigtails to go to school every day, and my grades are good, which is praised by everyone; And I just passed the grade, barely failed to repeat the grade, and I am still teased by my classmates every day: a man looks like a woman and asks for a good wife. My sister went to school and got good grades. As the youngest child in the family, she won the most favor from her father and left her with everything (basically no need to wear old clothes, because I have worn out), which is probably related to her sister's super life. My mother said that my sister bought it with calves (the fine for super-birth was paid with the money for selling calves). Cattle is an important property of the family, so my sister's value is also blessed.

I have been an embarrassing existence since I was a child! It's a good thing that grandma is here. I am not good at studying, but I am good at doing farm work. My father said I was born to work (I guess I'm going to study less). When I was six or seven years old, I came back from the corn field with bundles of corn stalks to cook for my grandmother, and picked up dry leaves from pine and Chinese fir forests to make ignition materials for my grandmother. My grandmother praised me as a hardworking swallow. I fried Chili sauce with radish acid in the acid jar, and my grandmother praised my fried food for its delicious taste, unlike my mother who accused me of wasting oil. My parents don't care when I miss class because I can't find a book or bag. I walked on the winding road to school crying alone. My grandmother dragged me down the hill and watched me run to school. Every time I turn around, I will see my grandmother waving to me on the slope. When grandma is seriously ill, she can get up occasionally, keep warm in the dim kitchen and teach me to sing Zhuang folk songs. She also told me where the forest she planted was and how many trees were left for me. Whenever I cover my ears and run away, I don't know the word "last words" at that time, but I also vaguely know what she means by saying this, that is, grandma's time is running out. There are many long-lived people in our village, even centenarians, but my grandmother has always been in poor health. Always wanted to escape but dared not face it. I want her to grow up with me!

On an early summer night, my grandmother passed away at the age of 66. I was 10 years old that year. On the day of grandma's funeral, many people came, and adults gathered in front of the house to talk and laugh together. They have long been used to seeing life and death, but I hate it when they laugh like this. It rained in the morning. After the rain, my friends and I ran to the threshing floor. They played with standing water. I just followed silently. I want to cry, but I'm afraid of being laughed at. I think God must be helping me cry!

I didn't know what doting on my parents was since I was a child, so I don't have a close relationship with them now. It was my grandmother who gave me endless tolerance and warmth, and helped me block my father's whip and my mother's scolding countless times. Only in front of grandma, I am a lovely child, even if I am naughty and rude to her.

Shortly after grandma died, the old cow I led every day was also sold at home (that was the buffalo distributed to grandma by the original production team), but I accidentally saw the cattle dealer leading it through the gate of the primary school. I know what this means: the scrawny old cows in the village will be taken away, fattened and slaughtered by cattle dealers. I know her too well! She is also old, and she doesn't eat much grass on the alpine pasture. She often lies on the grass, chews backwards, and looks at the distance, as if remembering something. Her body is cold. I took off my coat and put it on her broad back to keep warm. I stroked her and felt that she smelled like grandma. I ran over to make sure that the rope that passed through the cow's nose, light blue, was her! I had no choice but to run back to the classroom and cry! I'm sure there is no one who loves me and nothing I care about in this family. I secretly vowed to study hard and leave this home.

Later, I really left home and became a teacher. Grandma must be proud of me.

From the beginning of teaching, I listened to the lesson "Little Match Girl" given by other teachers, and I cried silently at the back of the classroom. I thought that was my grandmother. A few years later, I once attended the open class of Prime Minister Shili. While I was reading the text, an old teacher ran out of the classroom crying. She said that she had experienced that era, so she couldn't help herself. Such is also the case with me. In my nearly 65,438+00 years of teaching career, I have taught the students the lesson "Little Match Girl" twice, and I can't help crying when reading the text.

Some people say that people will die three times in this life. The first time your heart stopped beating, biologically speaking, you died; The second time was at the funeral, and everyone who knew you came to pay homage, then your position in society died; The third time is after the death of the last person who remembers you, then you are really dead. I have experienced grandma's first two deaths, and I will never forget the name covered with a piece of white paper on the grandma's information page of the household registration book: * Ai Xiang, yes, I didn't know her name until grandma died. Thank her for giving me so much warmth and love, and I will never forget her.

Along the way, it was bumpy. I believe my grandmother has been guarding me and her love has been healing me. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, Grandma, and I will come to see you again, always on that green hill.

So, who will treat you in this life?