Son, we are going back to grandma's house in the summer vacation.

In fifth grade, our Chinese teacher took maternity leave.

We were taught by a temporary substitute teacher invited by the school, and he also served as our music.

In a music class, she taught us to sing "Grandma's Penghu Bay" in a tired and hoarse voice.

I am a child in the inland countryside, and I have no imagination of sunny beaches and coconut trees.

My grandmother lives in a "far away place" (in fact, it is a neighboring province of several hundred kilometers). I always see her old man twice, only remember that she is tall, thin and neat, and speaks a foreign dialect that I don't understand.

So I can hum this song without causing any emotional buzz at all.

It was not until I became a mother that my mother became my child's grandmother.

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In order to take care of my children, my mother left the country where she stayed for decades after marriage and took the high-speed train from her hometown to a city more than 700 kilometers away to take care of my children.

It was the first time that she went out of town, and then I realized that my mother couldn't be sitting in this car with closed windows. She got carsick and threw up many times along the way.

Strange cities, strangers, strange dialects, strange eating habits, even the varieties of plants are unfamiliar.

My mother is in the country all the year round and can't even speak Mandarin well. She can only nod and smile when she meets her neighbors in the same building.

After we go to work, she takes care of the children, cooks and cleans at home.

I often watch my mother staring blankly outside the balcony. I know she must be homesick for her father. Although they often quarreled at home before, in a foreign land, every time my mother called my father, she was very kind and told him to take care of himself, take medicine on time and not do heavy work.

I want to take my mother out to play, but she gets carsick and just wants to walk around the door.

No matter how unaccustomed I am here, my mother still tries her best to help me send my children to kindergarten before going back to my hometown to reunite with my father.

Looking back now, I think I was stupid and selfish.

My mother never left her country, never left my old and sick father, but I asked her to leave her hometown and help me take care of my children.

I was going to find an aunt to help me with some cleaning and housework, but my mother wanted to save me, so I gave up the idea.

Only when the children are brought up can they know the kindness of their parents.

Later, in retrospect, I realized that the two years before the children went to kindergarten were the most difficult and tiring time, but my mother carried it for me without saying a word. But at that time, the child fell and knocked, and I complained that she was ugly. Now that I think about it, I made her feel more embarrassed and wronged.

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Mom is finally going back to her hometown.

I can see how happy she is and how sad she is.

My grandson, who has been with me for two years, has deep feelings for the little guy. No matter how tired she is, as long as she hears him shout "Grandma's hug", she will not hesitate to hold the little guy in her arms.

If the child is slightly ill, I am more worried about her than I am. I'm only worried about the children, and my mother is worried about the health of my little grandson and me-after all, no matter how old I am, I'm still a child in her eyes, and she's worried that the children can't eat or sleep well. Obviously, I am more anxious than anyone else. I should try my best to say something comforting to broaden my mind.

After my mother returned to her hometown, she began to work in the past.

When I called her, I was either watering the garden to grow vegetables or feeding the chickens to pick up eggs.

I said so many kinds, you can't finish them at home.

She said, in case you are free to go home for a few days, eat something to take home.

When the child returned to his grandmother's house in the summer when he was more than two years old, he was deeply fascinated by all the rural scenery in the garden, such as chickens, dogs, melons and vegetables.

Children follow their grandmother all day to pick vegetables, melons, chickens, eggs and dogs in the garden. They walked along the country road with grandpa, watching the blue sky and white clouds, listening to euphemistic birds singing in the trees, watching cattle and sheep grazing leisurely in the fields, watching dragonflies and butterflies flying in the air, and watching frogs and snails in rice fields. Grandma's loyal local dog always follows them all the way.

During my stay at my grandmother's house in the country, everything was different from my own home in the city and my grandparents' home.

There is not so much cement and anti-theft net to block the outside world, there is no traffic noise, and there is no need for building blocks, story books and scooters.

Half a bucket of vegetable washing water, a stick and a rope can pretend to fish for half an hour at the door. Take a pack of biscuits, one for yourself and one for the dog. Another half hour. Half an hour to pick vegetables, half an hour to feed chickens, half an hour to pick fruits from trees, half an hour to identify various plants, half an hour to watch grandpa pump water, and half an hour to pick sticks and play with stones at the door.

Life in the country is carefree. At any time, country people have their own rules of life.

Children are liberated from the orderly life in the city. They are extremely happy every day, have abundant activities, release clean energy, have a surprisingly good appetite for simple food, and can sleep in the sky without air conditioning in their hard beds.

Grandparents are also infinitely fond of this little grandson who came from the city to stay in the countryside. They never want to yell at him. They just think how cute little people are. I'm afraid that even if he wants stars, he will climb the ladder to the roof and poke him with a stick.

Grandma's time is so happy that every time she leaves, the child will cry. As a child, she knew that she didn't want to go back to the concrete jungle of the city. Although life is convenient, there are many rules that restrict freedom.

Until this time, I finally understood the song "Grandma's Penghu Bay" I learned in the fifth grade of primary school.

In my carefree childhood, my grandmother was such a loving old man, and my grandmother's home was such a warm and beautiful place. My time at my grandmother's house is a deep memory that I will never forget.

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It's almost summer vacation again. The child has been chanting for half a month and asks me every day when I can go back to my grandmother's house.

The child is called his grandmother. Grandma said that she planted corn, cucumbers, cantaloupes and small tomatoes, and waited for us to go back during the summer vacation.

When I think of my childhood, I am always fascinated by the beautiful scenery of the countryside. But as a teenager, I went to school in cities, grew up in those cities, spoke softly, went to various interesting classes or went to various parks and amusement parks on holidays, and felt a little inferior because I was a rude girl with little knowledge in the countryside.

But the older I grew up, the more I felt how happy I was to spend my childhood in the country and have my parents around.

I was so eager for the city when I was young, but after living in the city for so many years, I feel more and more that it is a luxury to go back to my parents' house for a period of time every year and enjoy a leisurely pastoral life.

People always yearn for freedom in their hearts, but when we grow up, we have to take out a considerable part of our freedom to fight for what we want.

Fortunately, my parents are old, but they are still in the country; Although the country is far away, it has not been destroyed by the concrete jungle.

Elderly parents are still silently waiting for us to go back and stay in the pastoral scenery.

A child's heart is the purest, most transparent, warmest and softest, and this kind of heart is the best match with nature.

So, son, we will go back to grandma's house in the summer vacation!