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Grandma material composition
Qingming Festival is a day to miss relatives. According to local customs, people who miss their relatives should send paper money and seasonal paper clothes to their relatives in heaven on this day. At this time, the relatives in heaven do not forget to reunite in dreams with those who miss them and talk to express comfort.
Even in my dreams, I have a very clear sense of fear for my relatives who have passed away. Except for my grandma, every time I meet her in my dreams, I always desperately hold her hand. , chatting with her about the family's shortcomings, her grandma's face is still the same as before, and she can really feel her aura. This time, grandma came to my dream early again, still as she was when she was healthy. Since her grandmother left, her face that was tortured by illness in her old age has never appeared again, and she is always in good spirits.
My feelings for my grandmother are not very deep, but she is the person I care about the most among relatives across generations. My deep concern for my grandmother was gradually cultivated in the process of sharing my filial piety for my mother after she became seriously ill. In order to relieve my mother's worries and allow her body to recover smoothly, I didn't care that I didn't like rural life, so I squeezed the bus back to my hometown to visit. The elderly grandma cooks her favorite meals, brings her favorite snacks, chats with her to relieve her boredom, and patiently listens to topics that she is not interested in... And grandma, regardless of her age, often does things beyond her ability. Come to welcome me. I remember one time when I went back to my hometown to visit her, my grandma actually reminded me that I had to take time to visit my grandma’s distant relatives in the village. I really can’t compare to my grandma’s skill in human kindness. Taking advantage of my free time to visit my relatives, my grandma unexpectedly reminded me. I started making cat ears, which was a complicated process, by myself. When I came back, she had already made a lot of them. While I was washing my hands, I complained to my grandma: "I'm so tired. Why did you think of making this? Do you want to eat it?" Grandma said apologetically: " Every time I come back, I either eat noodles or the rice you brought back. Let’s make something fresh this time.” Then he said unconvincingly, “If I had done this when I was younger, I would have done it a long time ago.” At that time, my grandmother's legs and feet were no longer flexible, and her eyesight was not working well. She had to ask someone to take care of her daily life. She cooked the meals herself. I can't praise the hygiene of the food. But in the face of my grandmother's love, what can I say? What? I can only eat a little more and a little more.
Grandma is really a very capable and smart person. Even though she was illiterate, she could cut clothes and open a sewing shop by reading tailoring books. I had seen the jeans, hunting suits, and hakama that became popular later as pictures in my grandmother's tailoring book when I was a child. My grandmother was good at needlework, I was often invited by my neighbors to sew wedding cotton-padded jackets and embroider flower insoles for weddings; when the Spring Festival was coming, I could just take a piece of red paper and cut out beautiful window grilles; my grandma was very eloquent and scheming, even with a higher education and... My eldest cousin, who is like a fish in water in the social world, often laments my grandmother's shrewdness. If she hadn't been born in that era, my grandmother would have made great achievements in her career. Most of the intelligence, ability, motivation, and versatility of my mother and uncles came from my grandma's genes, but they all took one or two from each. Until grandma's later years, they were often invincible.
I often think of my grandma, and often lament that I, who is a quarter of my grandma’s blood, don’t look like my grandma. But my daughter said confidently, "I have one-eighth of my grandma's genes, how can I be any worse?" Indeed, my daughter is much better than me. I'm quite pleased. I am deeply grateful for my grandmother’s gift.
I took advantage of the Qingming Festival to doodle randomly to express my thoughts. In fact, I had long wanted to write something down, but every time I thought about it, I felt ashamed. Let alone the real writers in the previous generation, just talk about the many brothers. There are so many talented people among the sisters, so how can I, a semi-literate niece, get the chance to write about my grandmother? However, the Qingming Festival is here, and my grandma came unexpectedly in my dream, which made me unable to hold my thoughts in my heart anymore. Today, I burst out and wrote an article to remember my grandma who is far away in heaven.
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