Sad incoherence —— Recalling my menstruation

My real menstruation, my only menstruation, died in his sleep. When my brother told me the news, I didn't believe my ears. A few days ago, I was ill in hospital. menstruation went to see me and sat next to me for a long time, but I didn't talk to menstruation well because of my illness.

I cried for a long time, crying alone at home, my dear aunt, my hardworking and kind-hearted dear aunt, all the languages in the world can't express my love and love for you.

My aunt has two brothers. My grandfather died before my aunt was born. My grandmother brought up three children by herself, all of whom are very educated and sensible. I heard from my mother that my aunt never sleeps, and she weaves baskets with her grandmother all day to sell money for my father and uncle to go to college. Her hands are not like women's, they are full of blood and wounds. My aunt is hardworking. She likes life in China. In China, she prefers boys to girls. She always weaves baskets day and night and never thinks about herself.

As long as I can remember, every time I saw my aunt's hand, it was a crack. It is the mark left by long-term non-stop labor. My aunt made all my cotton shoes when I was a child. My poor aunt has two children to look after. My uncle works far away and comes home only once a year. My aunt is taken care of at home and outside, and she has to take care of her elderly grandmother. I don't know how my aunt put up with all this.

It stands to reason that my grandmother has two sons and should follow her in her later years. But her sensible and filial aunt has always let her live at home, support the elderly and die. Grandma is a little wife in the countryside, with no salary and no income. My aunt is responsible for all her expenses. At that time, I was too young to understand her. Now I understand her responsibility and greatness. My aunt is very filial and takes her to Beijing for a walk. Neither of her sons takes her out for a walk. My aunt is too tired. My aunt took her life to blog. My aunt has a strong self-esteem and is always unwilling to fall behind others. She never rested from overwork for 365 days a year, and finally left at the wrong age. My heart aches.

My aunt is a clerk in a state-run hotel. Later, she opened a restaurant and a small supermarket. My aunt has never rested in her life. My aunt, my dear aunt, in fact, I am very distressed and admire you. Your sudden death made me feel bad. I cried all night and almost died.

My aunt is short, chubby, with short hair, very elegant and kind. Aunt, your leaving also hollowed out my father's heart. For many years, my aunt has been my father's spiritual pillar. Without my aunt, my father's voice lost confidence, as if the whole world had collapsed.

I didn't go to see my aunt off. At that time, I was ill. My pain and sadness are the most painful for me in the past 50 years, which is 1000 times more painful than the death of my grandparents. My aunt, I feel sorry for you. I understand you now. You are lonely. You have no sisters. You only have two brothers. Your brother didn't take care of you On the contrary, you spare no effort to help your two brothers, aunt and poor aunt. I feel sorry for you. Now I understand why you often burst into tears. You have too many grievances and sorrows to talk about. If you have sisters or younger sisters, or your husband. My heart is killing me. I can't imagine how I, a soft aunt, can carry a family that men are struggling to support with her thin body. My aunt ate up all her pains.

After years of hard work, menstruation's legs have long been unable to walk. She is limping, with rare gray hair, round face and affable. My aunt's two children, one is in business and the other is a doctor in a hospital. My aunt's granddaughter also graduated from military school and grew up to be a naval officer. Menstruation left us at the most relaxed age. My aunt walked calmly and peacefully, and she accomplished her mission well. Menstruation went to another space because of the different dimensions of time and space. One day, when I die, I must go to my aunt's space, find her, hug her and tell her that I love her very much. Aunt, you must remember to leave a door for me. I will go in and confess my ignorance and pour out my pain. I want to kneel before you to salute you.

I think back to my grandmother's yard. I used to live with my grandfather, grandmother, uncle, father and aunt. When I was a child, I went to my grandmother's house and the family sang and laughed. Now, only my 80-year-old father is left. Where are my other relatives? The yard is still there, the house is still there, grandma's old things are still there, but no one is there. How can they leave home with such confidence? No longer concerned about home? Why don't they come back? Where did they go? I can only get together with my relatives in my memory. My grandmother went to buy me a bowl of meatballs with crutches to take home. Besides knitting baskets, my aunt also makes cotton shoes with needle and thread. I miss them very much, but I can't see them or touch them anymore. I am so miserable, and I don't know that it took hundreds of thousands of years of practice to get my family, but I didn't cherish it, so I can't meet again.

Aunt, I silently read your name. I can't believe I'll never see you again. You left me endless pain. So far, I dare not think about your appearance carefully. What should I do? I'm going crazy because of my love and sadness.

Aunt, sleep comfortably. Aunt is the greatest daughter, mother, sister and aunt in the world, and no one can compare with her. At this moment, my aunt is sleeping in a soft bed surrounded by petals in heaven, surrounded by servants, and a fairy is holding a cup of osmanthus fragrance, waiting for you to wake up and propose a toast.