I want to take you back to my grandmother's house.

When I was a child, I heard Jay Chou's simple love, and what impressed me the most was "I will take you back to grandma's house to watch the sunset until we all fall asleep".

When I was a child, I liked watching TV. In the TV series, grandma's images are all gray and curly, with a kind smile, reading glasses and elegant clothes. But I always think my grandmother is better than others. My grandmother has no curly hair and is not bloated, but she is always amiable or simple and elegant.

As long as I can remember, I like my mother taking me to my grandmother's house. Grandma's yard is very big. At that time, there was no cold brick wall, but it was still a poetic wooden fence. There is a small piece of land in the fence, which is full of fresh things I wanted to eat when I was a child. I like grandma taking me to the fields to pick strawberries, grapes and water tomatoes. At that time, I was not afraid of bugs. I followed my grandmother like a small tail every day, and I was not bored. In those years, the yard was not paved with bricks, but there were two small ponds for growing flowers. Look at the flowers, even the happiest thing at that time. At that time, my grandmother had a dog. It is furry, gray, lively and smart, and likes to stick to people. But I didn't like it at that time, for fear that it would hurt me.

Two or three years later, I lived with my grandmother, and the gray was gone. I was inexplicably sad to hear that it ate poisonous food and was buried in a small mound not far away. Later, grandma's wooden fence was demolished, the gate and fence were rebuilt, and the vegetable field was shoveled up to make a water kiln. The yard is less poetic and more warm. Grandma's summer is very hot, the sun is like fire, and crows add a bit of restlessness to summer. Winter is beautiful, especially after snow, the mountains are white, the roads are white, and the world is crystal clear. At home, there are cooked sweet potatoes, carrots and jiaozi on the stove, which are the most delicious.

I have lived in my grandmother's house for three years and I am familiar with the details of that house. My grandmother taught me to be diligent, be gentle with others, and don't argue or worry about anything. Everything has a destiny. After three years, I saw that my grandmother's silver silk was obviously a little more, and her steps were not as vigorous as before, but the years gave me a calm and indifferent. Later, I left my grandmother's house to study in the city, and the number of times I went back was less and less, but I always wanted to go back and spend time with them. This becomes more and more important as we get older.

In a blink of an eye, I was twenty years old. When I left there, I was just a ten-year-old girl. When I left, I said that I would go to a new world full of joy and say goodbye casually. Later, I found I didn't have the courage to say goodbye.

Ten years, 3650 days, less than 100 days with them. Maybe as I get older, I feel that I have less and less language with them, but when I go home to chat with them on WeChat this year, I also enjoy it. They are also trying to understand the new world and find the same topics as young people. Ten years have taken away their hair, and the original gray hair has long been silvery white. Ten years have worn out their backs, as if they were burdened with heavy responsibilities.

Sometimes I even feel that grandma is more important than mom in my heart. I like her elegance and calmness, her orderliness, her cooking and her smile. I want to go back and chat with her, watch the clouds fall in Yun Qi, tell her stories that haven't happened around me for more than ten years, and tell her to be happy. I want to take my boyfriend back to see her. I want to witness their golden wedding anniversary and accompany them to see the dribs and drabs that have settled down over the years.

The moonlight shone through the carved window.

The mottled wall is covered with old photo frames.

That was your heyday.

Now your temples are frosted.

The fire lit up the room, and the room was filled with the smell of rice.

You sit on a cane chair and rock gently.

Time is flowing, and you recall the past.

How unforgettable childhood nursery rhymes are.

Think back to the day when I packed my bags.

Leave home full of ideals

You wet your eyes with tears on the bridge.

I pretended to be strong and couldn't bear to see it.

Do you remember what grandma said?

I grew up with a kind smile.

Whenever the courtyard is full of osmanthus flowers.

The faint fragrance of flowers is the concern of love.

Do you remember what grandma said?

Don't forget to go home for the injured child.

As the sun sets, the years turn white.

Love is like a sunset glow scattered all over the world.

-bucai "grandma's words"