my grandma

My grandma got into a sedan chair at the age of 17, gave birth to her father at the age of 20, and was widowed until her death at the age of 23. He never went to school for a day, but he trained two top students. Grandma’s life was a great and ordinary life.

I want to tell you the story of my grandma.

When grandma was 17 years old, she married grandpa. Grandma's first baby unfortunately died in infancy. Before she gave birth to her father, she adopted her infant aunt.

When my father was 3 years old, my grandfather said goodbye to my grandmother and went to the battlefield. From then on, the farewell was forever. Grandma was only 23 years old that year.

Grandma not only has to take care of her young father and aunt, but also her elderly grandmother. One can imagine how difficult life is.

My grandma worked in the grain grinding group, picking millet to grind every day and earning a meager living expenses. My aunt and father would help grind mills or pick grain after class.

Missing grandpa and the hard work, grandma always sheds tears silently. The aunt and father would hug grandma and say, "Mom, please stop crying. Crying is hurting your health, and we are here too!" ''

The days are difficult to pass day by day. Family and friends kindly advised grandma to find someone to reorganize a new family. Grandma refused.

Grandma has never read a day, but she is respected by the neighbors for her kindness and filial piety. The middle school in the town needed cooking staff, and grandma was recommended to the middle school to become a cook. The life of grandma and her family slowly improved.

My grandmother, who never went to school for a day, trained two top students. My aunt was admitted to a normal school; my father was admitted to a key university outside the province. For grandma, it was both proud and sad. I am proud that my children are promising, but I am sad that my children have to leave me to study in a distant city. The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles.

Grandma works as a cook in a middle school. She would occasionally give me a little pocket money. Five cents could buy a popsicle with mung beans, or a corn cob, and I would eat it hard.

On a summer evening, my grandma took me to watch a movie on the school’s illuminated stadium. I often fall asleep after watching only half of it. Grandma carried me back to her dormitory in middle school.

What impressed me most was that grandma had to get up early in the morning and go to the canteen to cook. The first time my grandma put me at home (dormitory), she thought I would not wake up if I fell asleep. I woke up not long after grandma got up and went out to cook. There was no grandma beside me, and the room was dark. I was so scared that I cried. I cried loudly, thinking that grandma would hear me if I cried loudly. In the quiet early morning, as you can imagine, I woke up the neighbor next door, who took me to my grandma’s dining room.

From then on, grandma would wake me up when she got up. I followed my grandma to the dining hall in a sleepy state. Grandma found a safe place and put me to sleep. I could no longer sleep soundly, watching my grandma working skillfully in the canteen, and the aroma of steamed rice. This scene still lingers in my mind.

When grandma retired, the school gave her a house repair fee. My father and mother repaired the old house inside and out. The house in my childhood memory was raining outside and dripping inside. It's great now. I won't be afraid of rain anymore.

Grandma has been living with us since she retired. The days are gradually getting better and better.

After my retirement, my grandma took care of other people’s children. For a while, my grandma also made tofu curds and sold them on the street. The tofu curds made by my grandma were very delicious and had a strong aroma of tofu curds. It sold out in no time. I always ask my grandma to leave a few bowls for me in advance. After eating, he stuck out his tongue and licked the bowl again.

Sometimes, my grandma and I go to the market to buy vegetables. When the other party tells us how many kilograms or taels there are, grandma can quickly tell how much the total amount is. If you are stupid like me, I have been doing calculations for a long time, pointing my fingers and toes. I don’t know how much it is? I often admire my grandma with admiration. Several times, I seriously said to grandma, grandma, if you have the opportunity to study, you must be a graduate student. Grandma smiled.

My grandma believes in Buddhism. On every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, she is a vegetarian. On major festivals, she always makes three kinds of good things, knots paper treasures of gold and silver to worship ancestors and various gods. We were all there to help. There is a custom in towns and villages of "making a commune". Each family pays a small amount of money, and when the time comes, each family is given pork, candy, biscuits and other tributes after worship.

At this time, grandma will ask me to write her name. She was watching me write her name one stroke at a time. She was always very envious, envious of people who could read and write. Grandma said that grandpa was a scholar. This place is full of longing and admiration for grandpa.

Grandma’s kindness is famous among neighbors near and far. During every Spring Festival, there are always beggars going from house to house begging for money or food. Grandma always gives them money and plenty of food. Sometimes we children all know that the other person is a liar. The beggar looks tall and well-dressed, but he is holding a little girl of several years old in his hand. Grandma said that even if it is a lie, the money is not much, and this little meal is nothing. What if it is really difficult?

My mother told me that someone else introduced my father to my mother. My mother secretly found out that my grandma had a very good reputation among the neighbors and was a very kind person. Only then did the mother feel free to marry the father. Since my mother got married, my filial grandma has become famous in the neighborhood, and my grandma treats my mother like a daughter. Many classmates and friends who don’t know about it even think that my mother is my grandma’s biological daughter.

Grandma has been kind, hard-working, and enthusiastic about helping others throughout her life.

One day, grandma picked up a wallet at the corner of the street. It was already dark, and she had to wait for others to claim it. She said that she would be anxious if someone else dropped something, but if it were her, she would want to find it right away. The owner was very touched when he got the lost wallet. I gave grandma 200 yuan, but she refused to take it no matter what.

Grandma’s natal family is in the countryside. Every year during the busy farming season, grandma always goes back to her hometown to help. Grandma took me back to help plant rice seedlings in the farmland. With my legs in the field and rice seedlings in my hands, I learned to plant rice seedlings and truly realized that "Every grain of rice is hard work." I remember being stuck on my thigh by a locust. I was so scared that my legs were shaking. I quickly called my grandma, "Grandma, locust, locust, grandma, come on." When grandma came, I felt safe and my heart slowly calmed down. When I come home from working in the evening, the glutinous fragrance of rural rice and the joy of enjoying delicious food after working bring me precious memories and rare feelings in life.

I will never forget the night when grandma left.

It was the evening of the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May in 1996.

During the day, my sister had just returned from her brother-in-law’s house with her newborn baby. Grandma held her great-granddaughter in her arms. She said that you should just rest assured and work, and I would just take care of her great-granddaughter. The family was eating rice dumplings, teasing the niece, and immersed in the happiness and joy of four generations living under one roof.

We never dreamed that grandma would slip down the stairs on the second floor at night and cause cerebral hemorrhage. My father and mother rushed my grandma to the hospital. Grandma was not rescued.

Everything happened so suddenly, and there was no way to prevent it.

Grandma was 71 years old that year.

My mother lay in bed for a whole month, feeling extremely sad.

I heard from my mother that grandma kept shouting, "It hurts, it hurts." My father and mother were heartbroken.

When my grandmother passed away, my mother was not so sad. Grandma's sudden death was a huge blow to my parents, and my father just suppressed his sadness in his heart.

My grandma, who has been strong, kind and tolerant all her life, has never been sick and spent a day in the hospital. But he bid us farewell forever in this way.

The tears have become so pale and weak.

My grandma lived an ordinary and great life.

She has never been to school for a day and can’t even write her own name. But he has deeply influenced our generation with his life's actions. How can we not pass it on? !