Remember a person I will never see again in this world and a time I can't go back.

2065438+April 2, 20081? Saturday? cloudy

After Tomb-Sweeping Day, I still miss an old friend, an old man who I love deeply and deeply.

She is my relative and my friend.

The article is very long and there are no pictures. I want to divide it into two parts, but I don't want to cut it off.

She is my grandmother. I haven't seen her for years. Occasionally meet in a dream and wake up deeply attached to her.

My relationship with her is ordinary and unusual.

I don't know how many grandmothers have a good relationship with their granddaughters, like me and my grandmother, so different.

We are grandparents, and we are friends. When we get along, we are equal and comfortable, happy and relaxed.

I love my grandmother and I miss her deeply. May she be in heaven and everything be all right.

"Mom, I've finished my homework. I'm going to my grandmother's house."

"Ok, come back before dinner."

So, I ran all the way down the mountainside, walked to Bei 'an Road, turned two alleys, and arrived at the entrance of the theater. There is a messy small garden on a small road in Shelley, which is a small garden in Xinjie community.

Deng Deng Deng Deng ran to the second floor, crossed the long corridor, walked up the innermost stairs a few steps, turned right and knocked at the door: "Grandma, Grandma!" " "

Grandma may be here. If not, I also have the key.

Grandma happily opened the door and welcomed me into the house.

"What about goldfish? What about the parrot? "

I think so too.

Goldfish are kept in a rough clay pot, which looks dark and bottomless. One tail is black, then slowly turns red, one tail is red, and there is a black blister. Grandma also classified the fish, one is herself, the other two are her two daughters, and the youngest daughter is my mother.

The goldfish bowl was strangely placed in the bathroom, because grandma turned the tap to the minimum and dripped into the jar, which was called running water.

Grandma really wants to treat them well by raising fish, not to decorate the house or keep them for fun. She said that when sitting in the toilet, she just looked at the fish and could chat with them.

These goldfish have been kept for many years.

Parrots have also been raised one after another, budgerigars, green and blue.

Grandma's house is on the second floor, and there is a mini flower and bird market on the roadside downstairs. The parrot flew out of the cage and didn't intend to fly to the balcony, so it was taken in by grandma.

Parrots are very active. They can roll. Two claws grabbed the railing of the cage and put their heads in the middle. After a while, they became.

I am both happy and surprised. "Grandma, how do you train parrots?"

"I just said to it, teach it, brother, you have to do this, grab two poles, put your head in, come, you see, that's it, right, just turn it over. Very simple. " Grandma said, making an empty gesture. This is how she trained parrots with demonstration movements and language.

It's not simple at all. It's amazing. Little me, I admire it.

And all her budgies have learned this trick.

"Oh, I always tell it, brother, don't turn it over, it's too much, have a rest, I'm tired."

Grandma called Brother Parrot. I don't know why, they are like family. "One, two, three ... I counted them. Once it turned over more than 20 times in a row and refused to stop. " This is a bit smug accusation.

When I was a child and a teenager, I went to my grandmother's house the most. There is no grandfather in my grandmother's family, only my grandmother. My grandfather died of illness when I was in my mother's belly.

Grandma is very different from ordinary adults. I get along with her, and the relationship between friends exceeds the relationship between young and old. Not only I think so, but also my parents think so

Therefore, I like going to grandma's house best. It's stress-free, interesting and can be boring all day. She won't lecture me with a straight face, won't let me go, won't just be nice to me silently, but she has nothing to say, and she is not the kind elder.

Grandma is a very interesting and special person. Up to now, I haven't seen anyone like her.

She grows flowers, and the balcony is full of flowers and plants, not exquisite and beautiful, but the kind where the owner wants a few seeds, digs a seedling in the west garden and buys a pot of grass in the flower and bird market downstairs. Decentralized, the more kinds, the more. I set up a shelf on the balcony, and there are many messy stalls on the upper and lower floors. A holly tree left a deep impression on me. I don't know where I got it. It has been planted for many years, and the longer it grows, the higher it gets.

She planted mimosa for some time. Every time I go, I am happily dragged to the balcony to watch. "Well, if you touch it gently with your hand, the leaves will close." Every time I am excited, my grandmother enjoys herself more than I do. What a big child.

I also raise chickens and bought two chickens in the market. Raised in the corner of the balcony, grandma pulled a net and tied it in the corner of the balcony. It turned out to be a chic chicken nest.

Grandma has a lot of witty ideas on some small things in life, which exudes worldly wisdom.

She feeds all kinds of odds and ends to the chicken, as if besides rice, she also feeds shrimp shell biscuits and the like. She is good at raising animals and growing flowers.

I also went downstairs to dig earthworms in the small garden and caught some for the chickens. Seeing two chickens biting the same earthworm, I couldn't help laughing, and I also drew the picture of chickens fighting for earthworms.

Grandma is also very kind to the call of chickens. Chicken and Chicken are like a family.

In grandma's eyes, flowers, birds, fish and insects can all afford this sentence-everything is spiritual and beautiful.

She is almost always happy.

That kind of happy mood can infect people very much. How can you not be happy when you go to grandma's house? Every time I see me, I am happy to pull me: "Look, my sun is on, is it nice?" Come on, I'll show you the parrot somersault. I learned a new hymn, which is very nice. I'll sing it to you ... "Rap and sing. ...

She has many things that make her happy, small and trivial things, things that are not worth mentioning in the eyes of ordinary adults, but things that are really gratifying in the hearts of children.

Oh, she's an adult too, but she really doesn't look like an adult. She always had a child in her heart, so she and I became such good friends during my childhood and adolescence. Seeing an old urchin will remind you of grandma.

By the way, grandma told me not to call me by my nickname like an ordinary elder, but she called me by my first name and surname, more and more like a classmate.

Grandma often praises me, not from top to bottom, but from my friends with a little pride.

When I was a child, I liked painting very much. She praised me for my good painting, asked me to be a model, and asked me to sketch her portrait. After painting, I was full of praise and sandwiched under the glass plate of the writing desk. I drew a chicken for her, and she praised me for drawing it wonderfully, as if I were alive.

My little hand-drawn paintings were drawn on small pieces of paper, and grandma carefully put them away.

I took a picture. I was writing with a brush, short hair and short sleeves, holding a pen, and writing four powerful characters on a big piece of paper-loyalty to the country. Grandma put the photo under the glass plate and often said with emotion that she was only nine years old at that time and could write such big words and write so well.

My aunt didn't retire at that time, and she worked in a arts and crafts factory. Because it is close to the water tower, she often gives me some shell carving parts (small parts made by grinding and coloring shells, which can spell out shell carving crafts of various sizes), plastic colored floor paper and the like.

Influenced by her, I am also very interested. I like to put these small parts together with white glue to make a shell sculpture, named bamboo rhyme, Guilin landscape, fishing songs late.

Grandma always spares no effort to praise: great, really beautiful spelling.

Parents of our generation blame and criticize more than praise and encouragement. Most of them see what is wrong with their children, ask for improvement, turn a blind eye to the good ones, or always take pride in being praised. Grandma is naive and sincere, she can't think so much, and she doesn't know how other children are. She never compares me with others. She only thinks that her little granddaughter is generally good and there will be so many interesting things. With the praise of my peers, I am particularly confident.

It's not boring to go to grandma's house for a day.

Besides flowers, birds, insects and fish, I can also chat with grandma. The older you get, the more you want to know about the past Republic of China. Looking through some old photos in her collection, I learned some old stories from my grandmother. When my grandmother was young, she traveled all over the country with her grandfather. Has been in Chongqing, Changsha, Shanghai, Ningbo and other places, relying on relatives and friends or their own business. People in the Republic of China seem to have extremely complicated background stories.

I can also read books, do homework and draw pictures by myself, and grandma will do things by herself without disturbing each other. It was quiet for a while. I read a lot of books, bought magazines, borrowed books, and often stayed there to read books. It was my second home.

Sometimes, after a while, I also go for a walk. My grandmother's house is in the most prosperous center of town, next to a bookstore and a video store. Every time I go out or not, grandma always gives me two yuan and change.

There is a night market street downstairs, which has been filled with colorful stalls since evening. I often lie on the balcony on the second floor and look down. People come and go, making noise.

I often sit on a cane chair and read books. Grandma taught me how to sit on a cane chair most comfortably. Just lean on the armrest on one side, because the cane chair is like single person sofa, the armrest is very high, and you can hang a pair of legs on the armrest on the other side. Really, nothing is more comfortable than sitting on a cane chair like this. I can sit and read novels for hours.

Grandma is very clever.

I can also help my grandmother and write many letters to her. Grandma can read. When she was a child, she studied in a private school for several years, probably in the third grade of primary school. After liberation, she went to a literacy class, and she knew almost all the previous words. She has read the old version of the traditional Chinese Bible, which is as thick as a brick. She reads it every day and has read all the pages. There are many notes on it, and the words written are all traditional Chinese characters, some are childish, and some are white.

I once wrote letters to some relatives and friends for my grandmother. She dictated, I took notes and helped her polish the words. There are often some old sayings in the tone, such as I will. Nothing more than recalling the past and talking about the current situation. When writing such a letter, I always feel that time passes very slowly, as if I had walked into a hazy time in the past, an old alley in Shanghai, and the poem by Mu Xin.

It used to be really slow. The past time when I wrote to my grandmother suddenly turned into the past.

To tell the truth, grandma's food is not very delicious, and sometimes it is mixed together in a mess. I'm having dinner at her house, so I'll just make do. It is said that my grandfather used to be a cook and could do everything. I hate myself for not eating well. However, what attracted me to my grandmother was not cooking, but personality charm. The best dish she cooks is fried jar beans, soft and waxy.

At one time, Coke was just introduced to China, and all of a sudden, Coke fashion was everywhere. Needless to say, Pepsi and Coca-Cola even appeared in Gui Li like Haitian Coke. Grandma likes this new drink very much and often buys it. When eating in summer, I often pour coke to serve. I also drank many versions of coke for no reason.

After my family got a color TV, I gave the 14 inch leap black and white TV to my grandmother. From then on, she loved watching TV, busy in and out, and the TV was always on. Grandma loves to watch opera programs, and I watch both Yue Opera, Beijing Opera and Huangmei Opera. I was also forced to watch a lot of Yue Opera and Peking Opera, even if I was in a hurry, I had to sing for a long time. Shake your head for a long time, sing impassioned for a long time, and you are very upset.

Grandma read it with relish, and I often feel sleepy.

She also took me to see the Yue Opera performance in the theater. Stage performance is better than watching small screen black and white TV. The gaudy make-up clothes alone attracted me when I was a child. What impressed me the most was the happy ending of the oil peddler monopolizing the winner, and the hero and heroine on the stage finally sang a song. I watched it, too, and grandma clapped hard.

Grandma is an old Christian-except for being old, believing for a long time and being very devout. She always kneels and prays for a long time before going out. Even if she lives alone for a long time, she is not alone and often has sisters and brothers. I go in and out by myself, and sometimes I say to myself, Lord, Lord, always talk to Jesus.

Every year, at the Christmas party in the church, she happily performs several programs, such as solo, chorus and stage play ... She is not very artistic and it is difficult to rap, but she performs so generously. I have seen many photos of my grandmother performing on the stage, and her expression is very calm.

Every Christmas, the story of Jesus' birth in the manger is a must-see program. Grandma has been playing the boss of the hotel where Yue Se and Maria lived for many years, the snobbish boss who drove the poor couple into the manger. When I was a child, I saw their performances, covered with sheets, dressed in Jewish costumes, and playing distant Bible stories in dialects, which made me feel strange and strange.

Grandma later played the role of four doctors, made her own backpack, and asked me to write the words "four doctors" on white cardboard with a brush. Later, I often recited those lines, saying that they were all read to me and recorded, thanking me. I don't like it very much.

Grandma is a thin old man with a little white hair. When she gets old, she will only have a little white hair and a little gray. Short curly hair, combed back, clipped behind the ear and left on the neck, the hairstyle is very beautiful, and the Republic of China is very strong. Hair is not permed, it is the natural curl of lion hair. Grandma's eyes are very delicate and graceful, and she has a lot of temperament among the elderly, not to mention when she was young.

Because people are thin and clothes are tasteful. In spring and autumn, I often wear plain large-breasted shirts, and in summer, I often wear black Indian silk shirts and pants. A short black coat in winter is also very impressive. Those red, green and colorful clothes have never appeared on grandma.

Grandma's photos when she was young disappeared, leaving only a black-and-white portrait of Zhang greatly, which has been placed on the chest of drawers beside the bed. In the picture, the grandmother has two short braids, her head is separated from the middle and both sides are raised high. Cheongsam can't see any color. That hairstyle looks like a braid on the beach in Feng Chengcheng. I envy it. I asked my grandmother how to comb it and if there was anything in it. She said it was random, and there was no trick. I think it's the help of nature rolls. My grandmother was twenty-eight at that time.

Memories of grandma seem endless. I know, it's a memory from my sensible to her death.

Those bits and pieces have accumulated for so many years, but they have never faded, occupying half of my childhood and adolescence, and have already been printed in my mind. Looking back after so many years, it is still as warm as ever, as happy as yesterday.

Grandma has left us for many years. She died of illness at the age of 80. Too hasty.

My memories with her came to an abrupt end.

At that time, I was only working for the second year, and I was still immature, just like a child. I didn't buy her any gifts to repay her kindness to me. Even Hangzhou didn't accompany her, and the West Lake she said was still in the distant Republic of China.

She left too early for me.

Occasionally, when we meet in a dream, she still calls my full name with a smile and chats and jokes together, just like old friends.

She has always been so pious that she naturally went to the paradise she longed for and reunited with the Lord. I have no doubt.

At Christmas, I sometimes can't help humming the familiar hymn: Merry Christmas, everybody sing together, Jerusalem, welcome the Messiah to become king. ...

At the thought of grandma singing this song to me happily at Christmas, I not only feel warm in my heart, but also shed tears.

That's the person I'll never see again, and that's when I can't go back.

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