Zu Qing Sun

Inscription: My parents who gave birth to me, my grandmother who raised me. No matter how far I go, my heart and dreams are never far away from my grandmother, the god who looks up all my life!

In the past two days, the climate has changed from the warm winter to docile, and suddenly it has become serious and extremely cold. The northwest wind blew across the face of pedestrians like a knife and swept every corner of the earth. In the morning, the tiny snow grains that danced lightly were driven, rolled and struggled by the strong cold wind on the empty square ground, and formed layers of dust and snow waves with the wind.

The dormitory is warm and condescending, looking at the people who are shrinking in the small square in the mining area downstairs, and the colorful costumes are moving like colorful dots.

suddenly, a little red dot seems to be afraid of the snow and dust waves caused by the cold wind, running and pouncing on an old woman dozens of meters away. The old man's rickety body rushed to meet him, his hands were flustered and anxious, as if to stop the little girl from rushing, and he seemed to stretch his arms. Suddenly, the old man had put his arm around the little girl. Perhaps it was the rapid impact of a six-or seven-year-old child, or the brisk wind was wanton and strong, or it was more likely that the old man lost his sensitivity and stumbled backwards, almost falling down. After standing in the lee, the old man turned and stood, unbuttoned his coat to keep out the cold, bent down to hug the little girl tightly with a wide skirt, and let the north wind mixed with snow grains abuse all over ... This scene suddenly made my nose swell and my eyes burst into tears, as if my grandmother were hugging her childhood self tightly on the beach construction site where the cold wind roared ... < P I also made an appointment with the midwife on the day I had counted. I couldn't help but be anxious to come out in the matrix. It was midnight on the seventh day of the first month. It's too late to invite the midwife. I can't wait to be born! Grandma said that she had never seen a baby with such a dark complexion. It was almost as dark as the black charcoal burning at home. This may be the reason why I was given the nickname "Black Egg"!

It is said that the first time a newborn baby sees that person, the baby's temperament will follow that person in the future, which is commonly known as "inheritance". However, I have taken the world's popular custom. My grandmother's calm, compassionate, tough and easy-going character has failed to pass on her mantle to me. Her attitude of being happy with the situation and being calm about honor and disgrace has left me behind. For as long as I can remember, my grandmother's wide-slung skirt is my refuge when I am frightened, a fig leaf when I am shy, and a warm place when I am cold.

My parents gave birth to me, and it was my grandmother who sheltered me from growing up. It was a turbulent time. My parents who gave me life became two opposing factions because of their "political views". The enthusiasm and sincerity disappeared, and the righteousness of defending "truth" tore up the harmony between "home" and went into battle shirtless, and met each other with sticks until the husband and wife turned against each other, and the family war escalated and spread, affecting me who was in need of feeding. In 1968, my father, who worked far away in Beijing, was imprisoned, and my mother took my brother and sister away, and resolutely parted ways with the "Left" father to draw a clear line! My grandmother, who was over 7 years old, had no choice but to pull me up at the age of three, and began a long and hard life.

Sudden changes in the family made grandma condemned in her twilight years. When she was young, she was used to smiling and pretending to be happy, sighing and crying alone behind her back. The main source of livelihood for the two grandparents is the pension of their grandfather who died in the line of duty, which is 16 yuan per month. In order to survive, the little old lady, who was supposed to support her life and care for her grandchildren, told a big lie to everyone for the first time in her life, and stubbornly erased her actual age by ten years, just to find a job in the "third-line" post composed of family members in the mine.

grandma has been in turmoil all her life, but she has never suffered hardship. Even in the era of "a woman without talent is virtue", she can recite some paragraphs of "Thousand-Character Works" and "Three-Character Classics" fluently in her memory. Short, that is, more than one meter and a half, white and thin, with a shiny and dense head of black hair mixed with a little frost that hides his actual age, and his cheeks are naturally red. Although he is a wrapped little foot, he walks steadily like the wind. As long as I can remember, I climbed and boarded my grandmother's weather-beaten old tree like a newborn weak monkey. I picked the fruit of the old tree day after day in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and absorbed the nutrients provided by the old tree. I grew up slowly and she gradually aged.

The years of supporting the old and the young have tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings in the world, which has opened up a unique life of being weak and self-reliant. I can't forget the picture of grandma holding a black square headscarf on the cold wind beach construction site, and the north wind tugging at the hem of the scarf under her neck, struggling to carry pebbles from the flat car and put them on the dam. At the age of six or seven, I was wearing cotton trousers, a gray work cloth and cotton second coat, and a "Lei Feng hat", covering my eyes completely. Stood by the firewood fire on the construction site, watching the women who were busy not far away in the cold. Grandma is always the last one to come over during the break and the first one to leave before starting work. The women's team leader once persuaded: "Take a break, old sister-in-law! It won't take you a while. " Grandma always stubbornly replied: "Not tired, really not tired!" In the "whistling" north wind, grandma took off her headscarf, shook the sand, tied it again, and climbed up the dam. Many years later, I can't help but think of my grandmother's clumsy climbing of the dam. My heart is trembling and my feelings are sad ... < P > On the day of equal pay for equal work, my grandmother persuaded everyone with "loss", forbearing and persisting. My young mind has also identified that grandma has paid more than others! Watching grandma soak her swollen deformed feet with boiled eggplant roots under the dim light, she was ignorant of the sadness in her heart. "Grandma, why don't they do much?" Grandma sighed and said, "Silly child, if grandma behaves well, she may reduce your father's sentence and come back for reunion as soon as possible!" Besides, grandma is old, so what if she doesn't do more and people don't want it? " Grandma's words seem to be very logical, and at the same time, I rooted my father who had no impression in my heart and felt different from others! Maybe this is inferiority complex! In my heart, I quietly buried my complaints and expectations for my father.

Day after day, my father didn't come back as soon as he wished, but my grandparents and grandchildren still worked together to interpret the intricacies of life. Because grandma accidentally fell from a height and hurt her right hand when she took the sole in the middle of the night, I naturally left it at home. I was ten years old that year. In that year, although the material was scarce but the people's feelings were simple, the neighbors of the hospital looked at the life dilemma of the grandparents and grandchildren, and they rushed to help each other and took turns to cook for the grandparents and grandchildren. My stubborn grandmother refused the kindness of her neighbors, and then let me personally complete the kitchen process of kneading dough, holding a knife, cooking and seasoning for the first time under her oral guidance. Although the results were not good, I finally turned raw pasta into cooked food. Eating some mushy dough and wiping the tip, grandma sobbed quietly with a sniffle, and said solemnly, "It's not that grandma is cruel, it's never better to ask for help than to ask for herself." Although I didn't accept everyone's kindness to help today, you should keep in mind the kindness of these grandparents. You have grown up, so you should take up this family and don't let people see our jokes. " I nodded and agreed. In fact, I was still immersed in the curiosity and fun of cooking. Today's feat can be "shown off" in front of my friends! In the following days, I acted like a "pillar" of my family. After school, I helped my grandmother to cook a meal, carry water (less than half a load), chop wood and collect cinders. While doing it, I sang Li Yuhe's lyrics "The children of the poor are in charge early" in the revolutionary modern Peking Opera "The Story of the Red Lantern", which was a smash hit at that time. It is also a joy, and it feels not only lonely, but also quite heroic!

In a blink of an eye, in 1978, my grain supply standard had reached 28 Jin, and the economic income of my grandparents and grandchildren was still 16 yuan. The regular monthly food supply is 8.45 yuan, and the daily expenses of grandparents and grandchildren are often beyond their means. Grandma is thinking about how to "cut expenditure" every day, while I am thinking about how to "open source". I have cut "reed grass", picked "medicinal materials" up the mountain, and scraped "slag iron" from the slag pile of the agricultural tool factory. Although it is a drop in the bucket, it is also a great effort! Whenever I go out to earn money and come back, my grandmother will always prepare some "good food" for me to treat me. Instead of "treating me", there are more "distressed feelings" in it. As long as I can remember, my grandmother hasn't bought a new dress, and her costume all the year round is the alternation of those two large-sleeved shirts with faded primary colors. When the year ended in 1979, I sold my accumulated scrap iron. I asked my grandmother to make a new dress for the New Year, but she insisted on buying me a pair of cashmere pants with the proceeds. It is said that the cashmere trousers that have been used for several years are not warm, and they should be replaced! When I compared the replaced old cashmere trousers with the new ones, I found that the old cashmere trousers were half a foot shorter than the new ones. Seeing that grandma was in tears, she rushed to mutter that she was really crazy! Children don't know when they grow up, just want to save it! In that difficult day, I really embarrassed my grandmother, a "clever woman". Before my father went to prison, he was a national 13-level cadre. When visiting the prison, the prison leaders wrapped my father's clothes before he went to prison and took them home to my grandmother. My grandmother cut my father's clothes open and changed them from inside to outside. She always wants to make me look good and do her best to care for me, but she completely forgets herself and doesn't take care of herself! In the years when grandparents and grandchildren cared for each other, grandma was like a candle lit in the dark, offering light, but quietly destroying herself. Looking at grandma's increasingly arched back, my heart suddenly flashed a chill, and suddenly there was a fear that grandma, who was in her twilight years, would be taken away by the fleeting time, which would be a landslide and disaster in my life!

The Author's Grandma

Old naively cares for her grandmother, helping her with one wish after another. The octogenarian grandmother welcomed her father out of prison; When I get to work, get married and start a family. The night before I left home to report to work, my grandmother knocked on the new door where my wife and I had just married with a cane, and my wife hurried forward to help her sit down before the bed. After sitting down, my grandmother trembled and groped in the big coat. I knew that my grandmother would give me money again! No matter how much, you must go on to get what you want. Looking at the ninety dollars I received, grandma smiled! Although it is full of wrinkles and pleats, it is still white and red. I can see that my grandmother is very happy and keeps telling me to live in harmony with my colleagues. I can't try to be brave at work ... I carefully studied the grandmother who warned me in front of me, and there were many stories of helping the old and the young in the wrinkles of different shades on her face. Sparse white hair, how much is the brand of years, and how much is frost for me; The hunchback with rickets is a witness to the heavy pressure of life, or I am bending her more and more. My heart was in tears, and I was speechless. I secretly promised to take good care of Gao Deshao's grandmother ... < P > I wanted to raise my son, but I didn't wait until my filial grandmother died! At the age of ninety-nine. No matter where I go, there is always a tablet dedicated to the gods at home-my grandmother.