My grandparents

I've always wanted to write something about my grandparents, carefully. The memory of grandparents is very important to me, accounting for almost a quarter of my life memory. I remember writing about my grandparents in 19 12, but the writing is still a little immature, not comprehensive and sincere. The words I want are from the heart. There are no flowery words deliberately piled up, only simple and affectionate narration, just like a friend who hasn't met for a long time telling his own story.

Because of the importance of this text, I never dare to try it easily. I'm really afraid that my writing is a mess. I am awed and grateful for some words about memory. Just like meeting a girl you like, I don't know how to express it reasonably, but I am silent and hidden in my heart. I remember that I failed to write this article several times the year before last, which made me seriously doubt my writing direction

All the memories of my grandparents are my rare personal wealth. They painted a colorful picture of my life. Grandparents are really old now. Compared with when I saw them two years ago, I have completely changed. This is the trace of years, and this is the way home of life.

I know little about my grandfather when I was a child, except that he let go of the cow when he was a child and had a ferocious scar on his head. My grandfather told me the origin of this scar himself. When I was a child, my grandfather accidentally fell from a big stone because he was greedy for dried peanuts, and his head was bleeding like a note. Grandpa has a meat bag the size of pigeon eggs at the back of his neck. The doctor said it was a benign tumor. There is still a place on grandpa's chest that was injured by buffalo horns, and the meat there has been sunken to this day.

Grandpa is a kind person, and he makes people feel close when he smiles. In my impression, grandpa almost likes to shave his head, probably because the hair on his forehead has fallen off! On weekdays, grandpa also likes to drink some wine, lean against the wall, peel a few peanuts and eat them with burnt sorghum wine. Once I took a curious taste of sorghum, which made me stick out my tongue and shout. Grandpa is laughing happily beside him. I never liked wine. It smells really mellow, but the taste is not flattering. Take beer for example, I still can't accept the smell of swill. Sometimes I wonder why they can drink this taste so happily.

My grandfather also went out as a rickshaw driver when he was young. At first, I didn't know what riding was. I only know that grandpa said when chatting with other adults that when talking about those past events, grandpa was very happy and there was a sense of pride in his words. I often hear my grandfather's speech begin like this: at that time, I was riding a car ... until I grew up, I realized that riding a car was to protect the goods on the train carriage that pulled the goods and prevent thieves along the railway from climbing on the train to steal the goods. Since I understood the meaning of the word "riding a horse", I stopped worshipping my grandfather. The mystery suddenly disappears, and you will have a feeling that it used to be. This is the same word that I heard from my parents when I was chatting with people. I didn't know what to do at first, and I felt very decent. Later, when I realized that I was only dealing with the goods, I felt angry and lost.

Grandpa is usually the master at home, such as digging with a hoe, carrying two buckets of water when going out, and leading a buffalo to plow for others. Grandpa is in good health and strong. When he was young, he could carry more than 200 kilograms. Recall that when I picked a hundred kilograms of goods, my shoulder was pricked by a pole, and my legs naturally trotted up. It can be said that grandpa is the backbone of the family.

After finishing farm work, grandpa sat in front of the kitchen stove and kept adding firewood. My hometown is commonly known as "fire". Grandma is a cook, with a spatula in her hand, checking the dishes in the pot from time to time. I have fully understood grandma's cooking steps. The first step of each cooking is to put oil into the pot, and then put some ingredients, such as chopped sauerkraut or pickled pepper. Then start the key second step, pour in the right amount of water, cover the pot and cook. As long as I can remember, when grandma cooks, the dishes in the pot are always loud and fragrant. I sat lazily on the threshold, doing nothing. The last step comes, add salt and monosodium glutamate, and then take the pot.

Grandma's cooking is really delicious. Although I know grandma's cooking methods and steps, I can only stay at an edible level every time, and my parents hardly move chopsticks. The food only tastes like oil, salt and pepper, and sometimes even I don't want to stretch my chopsticks to hold it.

Maybe I was used to grandma's cooking since I was a child. Occasionally, I go to other people's homes for dinner, and I always feel that there is something wrong with the taste, so I come to the conclusion that only grandma's dishes are delicious. Grandma's dishes are rich in flavor, and pickles are often used as ingredients. Whenever there is something to treat at home, grandma is busy in the kitchen. I occasionally run errands or something, and I also do some trivial things.

Grandma followed her grandfather at the age of sixteen and was busy all her life. Grandma's maiden is still far away from her home, about twenty miles mountain road. My grandmother and I have been there several times. As for how grandparents met, I'm not sure. Occasionally, when grandma is angry, she will talk about the suffering when she just married grandpa, and grandpa will be silent and occasionally reply a word or two. Based on the fragmentary information, I come to the conclusion that my grandmother was not welcome when she first came to my grandfather's house, and her in-laws preferred other children after separation, which made my grandmother miserable.

Next, I will talk about my grandparents' life in detail! Grandparents get up before dawn in the morning, day after day. First, cook a large pot of pig food for three pigs, and at the same time cook an antimony pot of sweet potato porridge on other furnace holes. The pig food is cooked, and sweet potato porridge has basically thickened. At this time, the sky is getting brighter. Grandma would scream at the top of her lungs: Song Jun Erwa has eaten. Every time grandma calls her brother, the word "Jun" sounds the same as "Jin", probably because of the dialect accent!

I am a family with difficulty in getting up, and getting up in the morning is really painful. As soon as I heard grandma's cry, I heard it subconsciously. After grandma left, she fell asleep again. After repeating this several times, grandma will get angry and scold angrily: "The sun is shining on your ass, and you still don't get up." Your ancestors were buried in Kulu Mountain. " What the hell is that mountain? I haven't figured it out yet. Probably a good place to sleep and rest!

After breakfast, grandma picked up a broom and swept several rooms inside and out. Grandma is a clean person, and the ground is clean all year round. On the other hand, in the years when my mother took care of me and my brother at home, the ground was not clean, and my mother also went to bed late and got up late. Grandma, however, can persist in a small matter for decades, and it is impossible without certain perseverance.

I especially admire grandma for keeping the kitchen floor clean all the year round. The kitchen is different from other rooms. There is no concrete on the ground, indicating that the ground is still a layer of compacted soil. There was a little residue on the ground, so grandma picked up a broom to clean it.

After cleaning up the dishes and the ground and feeding the pigs, it's already around nine o'clock in the morning. Grandpa has gone out to do farm work with a hoe on his shoulder, and grandma locked the door to help grandpa with farm work.

Until noon, my grandparents went home. Grandma began to cook lunch. After a simple meal, she took a nap just to avoid the midday sun. At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, I went out to work again, dragging myself back at night, cooking and eating, taking a shower and sleeping.

Grandpa likes watching Yunnan folk songs, all of which are vulgar life plots. What playboy loves handsome guys, what father-in-law, what daughter-in-law, what a mess, their old people are laughing. There is nothing cute every time, so pretend to like it every time.

I stayed at home for one night at the end of last year and went to Luzhou to visit my grandparents the next day. Along the way, I was bored. I fell asleep with headphones on. On the way, my mother said, "My uncle called and said that my grandfather was in a bad mood. I heard that we are going to see him, and my grandparents have stood by the window many times to check. "

Grandpa got kidney calculi at the end of the year. At first, he was a little sick, but the old man thought it was a minor problem. There is a common phenomenon in rural areas. Old people are sick and have a cold, and they don't want to go to the hospital unless they have to. Grandpa is also such a person. When he began to urinate blood on his back, he frightened his uncle and rushed to the largest hospital in Luzhou. After seeing the dynamics of my uncle in my circle of friends, I quickly called my uncle and asked about my illness briefly.

When I met my grandfather, he had just had an operation and was very weak. Grandpa lies on the sofa in the living room, covered with a thick quilt. Grandpa's face looks very bad, which is obviously different from the previous two years. I looked at my grandmother carefully again. Her hair was almost white. I remember my grandmother's hair turned white when I was a freshman. Grandma is wearing a thick down jacket, a pair of fluffy warm shoes on her feet and a hat on her head. Grandma is really old, and the years hurt my heart at that moment. Grandma's eyes are a little swollen, suffering from eye diseases, and grandma also has diseases that old people often suffer from. Grandma's appearance has changed so much that I hardly recognized her when I first met her.

Grandma saw us coming for the first time and said happily, "Song Jun Erwa, you are here!" In fact, in my hometown, many people don't know my name and call me Song Erwa, which leads me to turn around as soon as I hear someone calling me Erwa.

I stepped forward to help my grandmother. My emotional expression is relatively dull, maybe it's my nature! Grandparents naturally know. When I came to Luzhou, I spent dozens of dollars on the streets of Shuangfeng Town to buy several plates of Yunnan folk songs. Grandpa likes it, but it's a pity that some of them have no storyline, and they are all pure singing.

After a day or two, grandpa's body recovered a little, but the urine bag next to the sofa still seemed distressing. I didn't expect my grandfather, who was so tough before, to fall down. There is half a bag of light yellow urine in the urine bag. I didn't know what it was at first, so I asked stupidly.

Grandpa is lying in the bedroom, watching folk songs. I occasionally go in and watch it with grandpa. Grandma put forward a bag full of Yunnan folk songs to show me which dishes can still be played normally. I dumped the CD in my bag on the table. These discs are so familiar that most of them are for grandparents. Whenever there is a market, there will be many vendors on the roadside near the pond in Shuangfeng Town, specializing in selling pirated CDs. I buy it here every time.

Disc after disc reminds me of the past, an old color TV, my grandparents, my neighbor's great-uncle, and me, a fool. With the play of folk songs, I feel very bored. I have seen most of them, and I can even know the lines of the next sentence. The simple and clear picture was slowly broken by time, and I suddenly understood that it was the real meaning of the unusual at that time. Some simple things are so important in the future memory.

My uncle stayed at his hardware store on the day grandpa had to pull out the catheter, and my aunt, father, mother and brother accompanied him to the hospital. I changed cars once on the way. Grandpa still walks a little slowly, and my brother and I take turns to help.

The hospital is here. It's really big. Walking in will make people feel like they are in a maze. I don't like going to the hospital. The various procedures in the hospital give me a headache, and the pungent smell of acupuncture and medicine in the hospital makes me uncomfortable. I can always feel that life is declining from the smell of acupuncture and drugs, and I can always feel that the smell of death is getting stronger and stronger from the smell of acupuncture and drugs.

After going to the information office for a simple consultation, my aunt directly led everyone through a yard, and then climbed the stairs, which were a little steep, and grandpa had a hard time walking. Everyone takes the elevator to their destination. I watched the aisles filled with makeshift beds. Young doctors and nurses are busy, and patients lying in hospital beds feel the pain of their own bodies.

A young doctor pulled out grandpa's catheter, and I was a little depressed, an unspeakable feeling.

I stayed at my uncle's house for two or three days, during which I went out for a walk with my grandparents. Grandma explained from time to time along the way like a tour guide. There are furniture sellers on both sides of the road, and most of them are closed because of the Chinese New Year. Along the way, sometimes I walk in front and sometimes I walk behind.

Going to a restaurant for dinner, my grandmother proudly said, "I held my seventieth birthday in this store. How much is a table?" Suddenly I feel grandma is like a child.

Grandpa's body is slowly recovering and his color is much better. The key is to feel much better. Grandpa's body can't take a bath by himself, and my brother is a little reluctant to say that I will help grandpa wash his feet later, so I have to bite the bullet and go. My father joined in, for fear that grandpa would catch cold in the shower. Grandpa's stomach has become very big, with a lot of fat and a little bent back. I put soap on grandpa and kept rubbing it. In the later period, my job was mainly to pour hot water for foreigners. The shower lamp is just above my head. After giving grandpa a bath, I was sweating and my pants were wet. It is also very troublesome to help grandpa get dressed. Because it is winter, the old people wear thick clothes, and my father needs to help grandpa wear them, and I help him wear them.

A few days passed quickly. The day before grandma left, let's take back what she moved from her hometown. I looked, and there were several big pickle jars, several mats made of bamboo strips, and a big basin for washing clothes. I muttered to myself, full of reluctance. As a result, I took the lead in moving some heavier ones downstairs. Of course, I also brought some sweets and peanuts. I joked beside me: I really can't finish eating.

After all the goods were loaded into the van, I stood in front of my uncle's hardware store for a while. I took out my mobile phone and took some photos for my grandparents, but I always felt that none of them were satisfactory. Just when I was bored, I found a flightless bird under a tree beside the street. I looked up at the tree and thought it had fallen from it. I haven't found the position of the bird's nest because of the dense branches and leaves of trees. I took a paper towel out of my trouser pocket and made a simple nest for the bird. I keep talking about climbing the tree and putting the bird back. Just as I was about to climb, my mother wouldn't let me, saying that the height of the tree was afraid of making mistakes. Finally, I had to give up, mainly because I couldn't see the position of the Bird's Nest after searching for a long time. Finally I left the bird under the tree. Its chances of survival are very slim. Maybe that night, it will come to an end

After getting on the bus, I have been a little depressed and worried about the bird. I looked back at my grandparents through the window glass. They are sitting in chairs under the tree. There is a helpless bird on the ground behind them. My heart silently said: Grandparents, Erwa will come to see you again next year.

When the car started, I found my grandmother standing at the intersection, looking at us reluctantly. The farther the car goes, the farther away I am from my grandparents. In fact, my grandparents are very close to me, my heart and my memory.

May the years be gentle to grandparents, and may all their smiles never be disappointed.

201June 3, 8 Chengdu, Zhu Hongchu