Landscape sentiment prose

Mountains are the backbone of the earth, and the earth is more majestic and tall because of mountains; Mountain is the father of the countryside, relying on mountains to eat mountains is the place where people live. For me, the mountain is my family, and I can't live without it all my life. I was born in a small mountain village, and from the moment I was born, I was doomed to be inseparable from the mountains. If that mountain has been branded on my body, then this mountain called "Xiaoling" has melted into my blood. In the dead of night, I can feel the mountains melting into blood, beating along my blood vessels with my heart, sometimes nourishing my whole body, and sometimes withdrawing my heart, and so on.

The small village at the foot of Xiaoling is called Xiaoling Village, which is my grandmother's home. I spent all my time there from the age of four and a half to preschool. My mother gave birth to my eldest brother. When I was young, no one took care of it and put it at my grandmother's house.

That year, in front of the low mud wall tile house at the foot of Xiaoling Mountain, I held my father's leg and held him tightly with my trouser legs. When my finger was broken, I looked at my father's distant back, and I cried my eyes out with fear, no matter how my little brother and aunt coaxed me. I hated Xiaoling at that time. It blocked my view and my father's back. This kind of crying with the longest duration and loudest voice earned me the nickname of "a woman who loves to cry especially" in Xiaoling Village. I cry when I open my mouth, but my eyes follow my grandmother around. I saw her busy packing and sweeping the floor in the room for a while, then going to the kitchen, and seeing me when passing by from time to time.

Maybe I have no choice, maybe I am tired of crying, and my voice gradually drops. At this time, grandma came to me and touched my head, indicating not to cry. Then, she took something out of the corner of her trouser pocket, put it in my palm, bent my little finger and held it.

"Don't cry, hide the candy first, and then go to the kitchen. I cooked poached eggs for you. " Grandma whispered.

I reluctantly raised my head and looked at my grandmother with contradictory eyes. However, she is not unhappy at all, and her eyes are full of love and kindness. This look is like a warm current that moistens my heart. At that moment, I read grandma's eyes. She loved me.

In that era of lack of clothes and food, eating sugar would make children drool, and poached eggs could only be eaten on birthdays, but that day, my grandmother made me eat them all. I don't know whether to be happy or unhappy, but I won't cry anyway.

I took the small bowl handed me by my grandmother, milky white soup, and made a golden poached egg, which was dotted with a few green chopped green onion, which attracted my eyes and teased my taste buds like a jade piece. Maybe the color distracted my attention, or maybe the fragrance calmed my mood and I stopped sobbing. Take a sip of soup or bite an egg and keep looking around this strange place. Grandma continues to be busy. It seems that my arrival did not add another person to her family and increase her burden.

Grandma's bed, on one side of the wall, is where I sleep. Black ramie mosquito net, like an insulating cloth, shields all my happiness. Thinking about white mosquito nets and parents in the distance, my heart is darker than black mosquito nets. Grandma patted me gently and said something to me gently. I lay on my side, with my back to my grandmother, pretending to be asleep, but wrapped a black mosquito net with my index finger in the dark until I fell asleep. I woke up the next day with water hidden in one ear and the pillow was wet.

There is a small puddle in front of grandma's house, and there is a pond ridge one meter wide from home. There is an abandoned stone mill in the corner of the pond under the eaves. Small granite is like my heart. When it is ground, there is a hole in the middle to feed all kinds of food, as if my heart was hollowed out when I left home. Many times, there was a little girl sitting on a stone mill, with red silk tied at two corners, and a pair of big eyes staring blankly at the pool water, immersing her figure and mind in the green water. That child is me. Occasionally, a small fish surfaced to peek at me, then turned and walked away; Sometimes, there will be a few drops of sporadic light rain, drawing small circles on the water, and then dizzy, and it also wets my eyes.

Grandma always appears quietly behind me, touches my head a few times and then takes me home. I feel that her hands are rough, and the cracks and calluses in her palms have messed up my hair, as if I cut my skin when I slipped on my neck.

The mountain in Xiaoling is where grandma works. She didn't trust me to sit on the stone mill in the corner of the pond, so she took me up the hill. Reluctantly, I walked behind, pulling a leaf in the east and a grass in Sila. Grandma waited and waited, and finally arrived at the vegetable field. She put down her basket, swung her hoe, suddenly put it down again, and took out an egg from her pocket: "Eat while it is hot. You can play here. The mountain has a wide view and no pond. Even if you play on the stone over there, it is safe in your grandmother's eyes. "

With resistance in my heart, I broke the eggshell, then peeled it off a little and fell heavily on that path. The yellow flowers on the roadside also covered their mouths and smiled at my jokes; The dog's tail grass is sticking out its tongue and making faces; The mountain breeze passed by my ear and messed up my hair. When I swallowed my last bite, I ran crazily higher and farther, climbed up the stone and shouted at the distant mountain: "Ah-ah-ah-ah". Xiaoling also answered me: "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-"

Grandma was startled by the sudden sound and put down the hoe she had just picked up. She turned to look at me and smiled. At this moment, I saw the flowers all over the mountains smiling, so brilliant and so sweet. Grandma's smiling face is like a sunflower, and all the lines can't hide the warmth and brightness.

Picking pebbles in the mountains, as if it were sadness in my heart, I tried my best to throw them into the distance. Looking at the leaves hit by stones and nodding to me, a feeling of relief made me relaxed a lot. I kept throwing stones until grandma finished hoeing the ground. Grandma picked a basket, put the hoe in the basket, held it in one hand and led me down the mountain in the other. Grandma's palm has thin sweat, and my little hand is surrounded by warm and moist palms.

That night, I finally heard my grandmother say softly, "Xunzi, your mother was in poor health after giving birth to your brother." Now that your brother is gone, she is reluctant to part with it, and her health is even worse. " So you should be obedient, don't sit on the stone mill by the pond, and you can't make any more mistakes. You can go home when you grow up and go to school. "Grandma held me in her arms with one hand and a cattail leaf fan with the other hand, shaking with the rhythm of the lullaby. The wind from the cattail leaf fan made me curl up into a lamb in grandma's arms.

My grandmother has taken care of me more carefully since my eldest brother died. She never lets me out of her sight at work. Xiaolingshan became my childhood playground. Cricket, grasshopper and grasshopper are my playmates running on the ground; Dragonflies, butterflies and beetles are my playmates flying in the air. When I am quiet, I sit on that stone and look at the sky in the distance. No matter whether the sky is low or high, there will always be distant mountains to support it. Grandma dug it out one hoe at a time, just like bowing to the mountain again and again, never stopping piously and eagerly; Just like the reflection of a mountain in the sun, it can never leave the mountain and its embrace.

On rainy days, I moved out two chairs, one large and one small, and put them in front of my house. Grandma took out a small dustpan to do needlework and sat down at the door. The small chair is my special seat, sitting next to grandma. Raindrops drop on the tiles, ringing the melody of classical music; The thatched cottage rustled as if to accompany the main theme; Jump into the pond, as if the world is playing a reverberating stereo. I quietly watched the water at the feed mouth of Tangjiao Stone Mill go from shallow to full; Watching raindrops drop on the water surface and spread ripples. I tried to count every lap and the days when I grew up.

Grandma's hand stroked my head, raised my head and stretched my hair. Grandma's cattail leaf fan shakes it for me every night, making the edge of the bamboo silk bag empty, and then wrapping it with blue foreign cloth. When grandma doesn't shake the cattail leaf fan, I stand up the handle of the cattail leaf fan and look left and right at both sides of the cattail leaf fan in my hand. It is a kind of love, just like grandma's huge gesture of love. Blue is pure, serene and wise, and never shows off.

I count stars and fireflies, snowflakes and cold winds, hoping to grow up quickly. Facing the peaks of the mountains, I imagined myself growing wings, flying over the horizon supported by the mountains, embracing the white clouds and making a warm cotton-padded jacket for my grandmother. I imagine that I have strong arms, and I plant saplings all over the hill, so that my grandma won't dig any more. It seems that her rickety figure will gradually stand tall and straight; I imagine that all the words I have learned are gold coins, so I can change a cattail fan that doesn't need to be hand-cranked into a soft insole that doesn't need to be wound by myself.

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I grew up little by little, left my grandmother's house, and repeated my school days every day, which did not dilute my nostalgia for that mountain. At a certain moment, the birds singing in my ear and the familiar crisp sound made me feel like an elf flying from Xiaoling. I looked inside and then at the ridge in the distance. Every rainy day, the pond in front of grandma's house will appear in my heart, and there will be thousands of ripples caused by raindrops.

When holidays come, I will calculate the dates of winter and summer vacations. On the day of holiday, I will calculate the shortest time from my home to my grandmother's. Impatient footsteps, raising thin dust and fog, are the smoke behind my trot.

On my way from home to grandma's, time slipped away. I have joined the work, got my first month's salary, and went to the shoe store to find my favorite insole. I stroked the soft cotton insole and imagined that grandma's feet wrapped in semi-finished products must be very gentle. There are two pairs of cotton insoles and a small electric fan in the bag, which can accompany grandma for me.

I went to my grandmother's house with my boyfriend Ling. The hill is still green and the pond is still clear, but grandma's eyes have become cloudy. She couldn't see the mausoleum clearly, and when she heard the name "grandma", the turbid water in her eyes rose sharply. While wiping her eyes, she said that she would ask someone to kill the chicken and cook. I hugged my grandmother and told her that she didn't need to plan, indicating that Ling took the opportunity to confess. I brushed the hair from her ear, and the blue hair in my memory turned pale; I felt the corner of her eye, trying to smooth the wrinkles carved by years. Grandma won't cooperate with me to wrinkle her. She smiled more brightly and her wrinkles deepened. Ling cooked a delicious meal, which bought grandma's stomach and grandma's heart.

"Runzi is a little naughty, you should tolerate her more. She is excellent, except for her personality. " Grandma put my hand in Ling's palm and gave her favorite granddaughter to Ling contentedly. "I am relieved to have you take care of Leap."

Ling and I will take time to spend our birthday with grandma during the Chinese New Year holiday.

I remember that Mid-Autumn Festival that year, Ling went to visit her grandmother alone. Ling came back and told me that grandma knew I was pregnant and kept laughing with joy. She raised ten chickens and said she could stew them for me after the year.

On August 20th, a cousin in Xiaoling Village went to school to find Ling, saying that grandma was seriously ill. Ling arranged her own work and went to the unit to accompany me to find Xiaoling at once. However, when we arrived, my grandmother and I were separated by Yin and Yang.

Grandma was lying in bed covered with white cloth, and the straw mat was pulled out. My heart ached and I shed tears, but I couldn't get through (our custom here is that we can't see our deceased relatives when we are pregnant). How I want to jump over and hold grandma's hand, and how I want grandma to touch me again and again with her calloused hand; I want to feel the softness of her cattail leaf fan again. I want her to give me two more pieces of sugar and boil a poached egg. ...

Grandma lay there straight, without pain and nostalgia, with a straight waist.

Grandma couldn't bear to wear the insole in the drawer, and the package was not opened. The small electric fan is beside grandma's pillow, but there is always a cattail leaf fan on her bed. Someone asked her why she shook the cattail leaf fan when she had an electric fan. Grandma said that the electric fan is windy, and it will be turned off after a while, or the wind of the cattail fan is suitable. I know, grandma took that electric fan for me, let me stay by her pillow and shake my cattail leaf fan every night.

Grandma, can you hear me? Why are you raising chickens for me? If you don't eat stewed chicken when you are pregnant, your baby will grow up. Grandma, forget the chicken. Why did you catch the chicken that fell into the ditch? Have you forgotten that you are 76 years old? You must have forgotten that you have cataracts in your eyes. You have passed the operation and are almost blind. Without the chicken, I still have my grandmother, but without my grandmother, what's the use of a chicken to me?

Grandma, you said that you can see clearly if you eat Lycium barbarum, Kyoko and steamed pork liver in Yemingsha. I bought a bag of everything and prepared to give it to you on the Double Ninth Festival. But I brought it to you early today. Please open your eyes and have a look!

Grandma, they said, on the second day of Mid-Autumn Festival, you will come to see me. Walk through the pond in front of the door and walk on the ridge. The sun is dazzling, and you lose your way and land at the exit of the ridge. Please ask your neighbor to accompany you across the ridge, saying that the riverbanks and roads are wider and you can come to see me. The neighbors are not at ease, but they will send you home. Grandma, why didn't you mention coming with Ling the day before? Why not ask your uncle or cousin to take you to my house? Why didn't you send me a message to pick you up?

Even if there are thousands of words, grandma can't hear a word.

On the day of the funeral, Ling accompanied me and looked at my grandmother from a distance. How I want to rush to pat the coffin and shout loudly for my sleeping grandmother; I hope those packets of steamed pork liver with traditional Chinese medicine will open grandma's eyes. However, everything makes me so helpless.

When gongs and drums sounded and the coffin was lifted, my heart was hollowed out, and my ears were like Wan Le playing in unison. The light in front of me gradually dimmed, and I fainted in Ling's arms.

I heard ling's emergency call and woke up from the chaos. The funeral procession and the sound of gongs and drums gradually disappeared. I sat on the ground in the direction of Xiaoling, unwilling to get up for a long time. On the slope of Xiaoling, grandma sleeps there.

The next year, I took my son to Xiaoling, where it was haunted. When I knelt in front of my grandmother's grave, I burst into tears, crying about the regret of seeing her last time, the guilt of sending her up the mountain, and the fact that I called her thousands of times. My son, who just turned100th day, didn't understand the world and my sadness, and slapped the grave with his little hand, which seemed to have fulfilled my previous wish. Full of brilliant mountain flowers, that is the seed that I miss my grandmother, take root and sprout on the mountain, and accompany her. The green grass everywhere is my yearning for my grandmother, and I am old and full of hills.

Grandma left me for 23 years. However, Xiaoling Mountain, where my grandmother slept, has melted into my blood. The small pond in front of grandma's door still clearly reflects the lack of the moon and the surging spring tide in the years.

I never have to remember those hills, the pond at the door, grandma's palm and cattail leaf fan. Because the mountains, water and grandma have always been in my heart, I have never forgotten them. ...