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In my feeling, Grandma is a legendary book. This legend lies not only in her extraordinary experience, but also in the influence of her life course on my growth.

Grandma came to this world in the snowy season and fell asleep peacefully in the snowy silence. Grandma loves snow all her life, which often drives me crazy when I look at her. The winter before grandma left, there was a heavy snow that had never happened in decades. It began to snow the night before. Looking at the goose feather-like snowflake, grandma muttered to herself in a delicate voice that I had never heard before: I can sleep late tomorrow morning. I believe this is not for us, but for the person who has gone away with the years. When I woke up the next morning, I didn't see my grandmother on the floor. When I opened the door, I saw a line of footprints extending to the snowfield alone. At the other end of the footprint, grandma wrapped in a red headscarf turned into a little red dot, standing quietly. The family didn't bother her, not even the snow she stepped on, just a bunch of little feet left there, some beautiful and some sad.

All the photos of grandma when she was young were lost in the past exile. However, that snowy morning, I once again affirmed the extraordinary beauty of my grandmother's girlhood. More than once, I imagined my beautiful grandmother rushing out of the small building of the boudoir, wearing a white skirt and striding into the girls' normal school despite the opposition of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother. I once imagined in vain that my grandmother met and fell in love with that handsome officer's grandfather and tied the knot with romantic feelings. I even boldly assumed that my grandparents must have met in the snow. When I thought of these, I clearly felt the tremor of the moment when those two eyes collided. I can't imagine what kind of strength and sadness my grandmother gave birth to my posthumous son, that is, my father, shortly after my grandfather died young.

The grandmother who lost her grandfather has since lived in a big house, and she has devoted herself to cultivating her father with a generous dowry and the legacy left by the grandfather of an officer. Until liberation, grandma's property was confiscated by the government and moved into a civilian area, and she lived a frugal life from then on.

Before long, this self-reliant and plain life was broken. With frequent political struggles and movements, grandma and dad began to wander. A father with a double bad background has naturally become the object of reform.

When my father was criticized, my grandmother followed him around the street every day. Seeing her son being beaten and scolded on the stage, grandma pricked her thigh with a needle and imitated * * * to transfer her father's pain to herself. My father didn't know for a long time. After learning this, he knelt in front of his grandmother and shed all the tears of his life. He never shed a tear until her death.

My father is like a mouse, having a good time with the cat. Those people sent their grandmother and father to a remote village in the north and lived in a thatched shed.

In this small village called Gaoling, grandma who grew up in a boudoir began to learn to do all kinds of farm work: raising chickens, farming, digging wild vegetables, and living a life of only wild vegetables, sweet potatoes and beans. Sandwiched in rice.

Strangely, amid the ups and downs of the mountains and the silence of the news of chickens and dogs, grandma is richer and more beautiful than before, and the wind and frost of the years have not destroyed her beautiful charm and noble demeanor at all.

Even grandma's chickens lay more eggs than others, and grandma's cabbages and radishes are bigger than others.

Grandma's beauty soon forced her to take her father to start a second wandering career.

Grandma is not afraid of strong people. The village party secretary arranged for his father to see sweet potatoes or repair water conservancy several times, and then came to grandma's thatched cottage and sat down late at night. At first, grandma was arranged to live in the warehouse in the village as an inducement, and later she was used by powerful men to deal with weak women. Grandma slapped him in the face with her slender hand, and then a word popped out of her teeth: get out! The power of that temperament made him never come to the door again.

It was another person who made grandma wander again. I used to think this man must look like grandpa. He is a rightist, and his hut is only half a mile away from grandma's hut. Every time in the dead of night, grandma can hear him sing "Song of the Volga Boatman" and "Night on the outskirts of Moscow" in Russian. The villagers said that he never sang before, but he began to sing after grandma came.

It was also a snowy night. Grandma finally could not help singing, then opened the door and went out. After dawn, the footprints drawn by the two huts were clearly laid on the ground, and the two footprints suddenly stopped when they were about to meet a few meters apart. All the next day, grandma held the red headscarf tightly with her hands.

Li Meng Xiaoxiang

In my childhood memory, almost all the old people around me are illiterate, except grandma. Grandma is not only literate, but also learned. When I was in primary school, I couldn't distinguish between new and colorful words for a while, and I was always confused. I used freshness as bright color and used bright color as fresh. Grandma tugged at my little ear and said it several times, but I still forgot it in an instant.

That time, I made a mistake again. Grandma was really angry and fined me to write every word 500 times. I finished it crying in the middle of the night. My grandmother, who had been silent, pulled me into her arms, washed my face and said to me, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? " I said, "I don't want to eat!" " Grandma said, "Then have some soup." Grandma brought a bowl of soup and I tasted it. It's really delicious. I asked grandma what soup it was, and grandma asked me to guess. I guessed for a long time, but I didn't guess. Grandma just told me that this soup is a mixture of fish and mutton.

Grandma said, is it fresh? I said, how fresh. Grandma said, think again why it is fresh, because it is made of fish and sheep! Grandma, this explanation is really wonderful. Since then, I have never misspelled the word bright.

In today's words, grandma has a college degree. Grandma went to primary school when she was a child. A few years later, she was forbidden to study at home. Later, grandma met the man who was going to be my grandfather by chance, and he urged her to go to Baoding Women's Normal School with him. Grandma met with unanimous opposition when she told her family. Grandparents said that girls only need to read and read, and the key is to learn needlework well. Grandma didn't quarrel with them, so she shut herself in her room and took a piece of cloth to embroider wholeheartedly.

Grandma embroidered Daiyu's burial flowers. She sat in the room for three days and nights, without eating, drinking, sleeping or even crying. When others came to persuade her, she smiled first, but the person who advised her cried. Grandma, who has been hungry for three days, is becoming more and more lovely. No one can but feel sympathy. Finally, grandpa had no choice but to say that she was going to be a grandmother, and that it was useless for her to read so many books in the future. Grandma loves reading a dream of red mansions all her life, and even she can't tell whether she has read it hundreds or dozens of times. Grandma doesn't love Jia and Wang Xifeng, but she especially loves Lin Daiyu. She often told me and my sister that she regarded Lin Daiyu as her sister when she was young. After giving birth to her father, she gradually regarded Lin Daiyu as her daughter, and now she regards Lin Daiyu as her granddaughter.

Grandma never says a word when she praises girls. You really look like Lin Daiyu. Because she is particularly attractive, she looks good in the hearts of girls. They followed her and said you were Xue Baochai. People outside don't know. It's derogatory.

When reading A Dream of Red Mansions, whenever Daiyu buries flowers, grandma always cries into tears, but once Daiyu's soul breaks in Xiaoxiang, grandma cries her eyes out, and often sighs instead of thinking about tea and rice for two days. So everyone in the family is afraid of the 98 th time. Once grandma picks up A Dream of Red Mansions, no matter who goes out and comes home, she always has to find out how short the 98th chapter is.

As long as I can remember, grandma's "death" happened two or three times a year. As long as grandma turns over 98 times, no matter how good the weather is, our family will be sad.

When my father was very young, people around me asked my grandmother what kind of daughter-in-law to find for him in the future. Grandma said that I could never be a grandmother anyway.

When my father was 20 years old, he began to bring girls to the door to ask grandma for approval. Grandma always said after reading it, is this Wang Xifeng or Xue Baochai? Father knows that grandma wants Lin Daiyu. He found another girl to bring back. Before that, he asked others to comment, and everyone said that this was a living Lin Daiyu. Who knows, grandma saw that she was not Lin Daiyu, but Qin Keqing.

Until one day, my father led my mother into the house. At that time, my mother had just recovered from a serious illness and could see traces of pain on her face. My mother appeared in the room in plain clothes, and my grandmother's eyes suddenly lit up and she couldn't help coming up and holding her hand. I don't know whether I am sad or happy. Her eyes are really wet.

However, grandma didn't call her anything at that time, only said: As long as I am still here in this life, I will never let you suffer again.

Later, my mother told us that I always felt that I should tell Lin Daiyu what my grandmother said.

Daiyu is the only real girl in the world, which is the conclusion that it took grandma a lifetime to reach.

Pure as jade, clean as ice-pure and noble

It is not easy for a person to be indifferent to fame and fortune all his life and live a pure life. However, grandma realized this with her whole life's character.

Grandma, who was born with wealth but experienced ups and downs, understood the gains and losses of life as a fate. She once said that only two people in A Dream of Red Mansions were not laymen, namely Baoyu and Daiyu, and most of the others were puzzled by the smell of copper.

Grandma's dowry is regarded as the most precious by her as more than a dozen Qing dynasty calligraphy and paintings and some ancient porcelain. After grandpa died, because the house was confiscated, these beloved things were lost bit by bit in the migration, and finally only four or five calligraphy and paintings and two celadon vases were kept. However, in the era of "sweeping everything", faced with the threat of property theft, grandma was angry and buried several valuable calligraphy and paintings in the wasteland outside the house, and built a silent tombstone with stones. At that time, my tearful grandmother faced her father's suspicious eyes and said, I would rather destroy these treasures myself than let those people defile them. And these things, grandma didn't mention a word in the later years, even when those cultural relics dealers said that XXX's painting was worth tens of thousands of yuan in front of grandma, she was still so silent, as if nothing had happened.

We little guys, naughty and ignorant, are also the black sheep of grandma's collection. I remember my second sister accidentally found a basket of copper coins under my grandmother's bed when she was in primary school. Kicking chicken feathers was popular at that time. Second sister and little sister are like babies. They go to get it every one or two days, put a lot of copper coins in their pockets and take it to the neighborhood or school to exchange things with their children or give it as a favor. When their father found out, the copper coins in the basket were running out. Father was very angry when he saw it, and punished his two sisters on their knees with a whip, saying that everything grandma left behind was ruined in an instant. Grandma immediately rushed over when she heard the news, picked up her two granddaughters and her eyes were red with heartache. She scolded her father: What's the big deal about a few coppers? Is it necessary to hit the child like this? Let them play if they like!

Grandma doesn't care about anything If anything she really regards as life is damaged, the consequences will be unimaginable. When I was 8 years old, I took advantage of my grandmother's absence and opened the small red suitcase that she usually put beside us. Her suitcase contains her wedding jewelry and some photos she took with her grandfather when she was young. After a while, I was attracted by a white carved pipe. I don't think grandma smokes, so why do you keep this thing! I put it in my pocket and ran out. After showing off among my companions for a while, I started a water war with my companions. When I got home, I was going to put my pipe back in my suitcase, but I found it was gone. I dare not say anything, secretly asking my friend if I found it. When I got nothing, I thought I lost this useless thing, and my grandmother wouldn't know.

But grandma found out the next afternoon. Even her father saw her panic for the first time.

When I came in after school that day, I saw my grandmother sitting on a bamboo chair, and my face was pale, which made me afraid to watch it again. My father shouted at me, "Did you take the pipe out of the suitcase?" I hesitated for a while, but when I saw it, I had to tell the truth When grandma knew the truth, she immediately called out grandpa's name in despair, and then fainted.

The first thing grandma said when she woke up was: he didn't drop the pipe, he took it. He misses me, let me accompany him!

Only then did I know that the pipe was left to my grandmother by my grandfather during his last expedition. In order to find a pipe, mom and dad mobilized all the children in the neighborhood and just gave them ten kilograms of fruit candy. However, the pipe never returned to grandma. Grandma said in a weak and sad voice, man, I thought I could let something with your breath accompany me to the grave. It seems that this last hope is gone.

In order to comfort grandma, my father went to a cultural relic store in the province, asked someone to make a pipe that was almost exactly the same as before, and then told grandma that the pipe was found. Grandma looked at the pipe and smiled at her father.

Grandma languished for a long time. During this time, she was as obsessed with A Dream of Red Mansions as she was possessed. The mourning for Daiyu finally got her through this disaster.

Grandma finally aged completely at the age of 86. When she was dying, her grandfather's distant relatives flocked to share her inheritance. At this time, there was a house among the things grandpa left behind.

Grandma gave them all the houses, but my father didn't even get a piece of land. Grandma said to dad, son, mom gave them all the houses and troubles. Mom gave you only this tranquility and warmth. Nobody bothers you about money. You can live in peace. Mom has been asking for this all her life, so I leave it to you as the most precious thing! Grandma's words made my mother and the unhappiness in our hearts suddenly turn into clouds.

Grandma finally took out the fake pipe, looked at it repeatedly for a while and said, I love this pipe very much, so let it accompany me to the grave. I am destined to form a family with you in my life and get everyone's love. I appreciate it!

This made my father cry at once, and then we realized that grandma had long known the secret of the pipe.

Grandma went to sleep peacefully on a snowy night that I had never seen before. vilen was too white to see a gloomy place. I bought 10 set of Dream of Red Mansions in the bookstore, folded it into paper money, and then burned it one by one in front of grandma's spirit. I told my grandmother in my heart that I would send her a set of new books to read carefully on this day every year.

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