The classic prose of bamboo forest fixed in memory

I love bamboo, especially the bamboo forest behind my grandmother's house.

When my grandfather met my grandmother, the three brothers lived in an old house less than 10 square meter. He has nothing but two brothers. In order to marry his grandmother, the young grandfather built three thatched huts, which were low and looked like a haystack from a distance, with some simple furniture and even a small nest inside. The back of the house is full of green bamboo pockets. When the spring breeze blows next year, bamboo bags will emit green waves. Grandparents took their first step in life from here.

When bamboo shoots come out of the ground, peel off layers of coats and stretch their bodies section by section to compete with the seasonal wind, the love crystallization of grandparents-my great uncle was born here.

People are as stiff as bamboo. Every joint should be consolidated, and only when the foundation is solid can it rise steadily. Walk up a flight of stairs.

Grandparents rely on their own hard work to live a life of sunrise and sunset. The hut is getting richer and warmer. Outside, it is often accompanied by the "rustling" sound of bamboo leaves blown by the wind. A family is an independent portal here, rising silently.

Just as grandparents bathed in the spring breeze with their brothers and children and looked forward to the future, War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression broke out and grandpa was drafted into the army. Grandpa has gone for eight years. Grandma is guarding the house with one big, one small and three small children. After eating bamboo shoots and digging wild vegetables, the family had a full meal and was hungry, and the days passed like years. Fortunately, Grandpa Two and Grandpa Three can also look after her big uncle, so that Grandma can have more time to work in the fields during the day, embroider shoes at home and help others wash clothes at night. When the villagers have no money to pay each other, they help their grandmother to do some manual work. In that kind of family, a male laborer is indispensable.

Grandma is as loyal as bamboo, and how extraordinary an ordinary woman is. Hard-working old friends, my uncle became my grandmother's sustenance, but my grandfather was in the distance, holding on to my grandmother's thoughts. How long will it take to miss you? That's where my grandfather joined the army from home. How worried is it? That's where grandpa and grandma live.

Grandpa is far away from home, homesick for grandma, uncle and two underage brothers, and the bamboo forest he planted. Grandpa often sees some bamboos where the army passes by. He cut it quietly, smoothed it with a saber, and knitted toys such as gadgets, birdcages and ponies in his spare time. Grandpa weaves every thought of him into these small works. In those years when the gunfire shuttled, he doubted whether he could return to his relatives again, and his body and mind were greatly tortured.

Hope and disappointment are floating in grandparents' hearts. Acacia's heart melody, like the longer and taller bamboo, sings gently in the wind.

Life is like bamboo, everyone's life has many hurdles, and they should be as brave as bamboo to break through.

The eight-year-old uncle is strong, as strong as his grandfather, but he was killed by a disease. For this reason, grandma cried for many years and often talked to the living. What a good boy, what a pity. On the day my grandfather came home, he threw himself on that new earth grave. He put his hand into the soil and beat it hard, whining in the air, but only bamboo was bending over, only birds were whining in the forest, and grandpa burned all the little toys he had knitted.

"Snow pressure branches low, mud is not low. When the red sun comes out, it is still in harmony with the sky. " After a heavy snow, when the heavy snow hit the branches, the trunks of some branches were crushed by thick snow, but the bamboo was a little breathless, but it still struggled, and some bamboo tips were close to the ground. Thin bamboo, how can it stand in the heavy snow, although it is under heavy pressure, but it keeps folding? This is the toughness of bamboo. After a few days, when the snow is cleared, bamboo will be able to restore its original style and upright. Grandpa often gazes thoughtfully at the bamboo forest and says softly, "This is a good material!" " "The next spring, my second uncle fell to the ground.

The longer the bamboo grows, the higher it grows. Every year, bamboo shoots come out of the ground. Ten years have passed gradually. Menstruation is coming, my mother is born one after another, and my grandfather's craft is getting better and better. There is also a little smoke in the hut, and there is laughter among the bamboo forests.

A few years later, grandpa laid the foundation for the new house on the opposite hill. There are clods around and tiles on the roof. Grandpa didn't forget to move some bamboo bags and plant them around the new house. After liberation, bamboos enjoyed the cool behind grandpa's house.

Grandpa, who tasted the pain of losing his son, has been working hard for my second uncle, now my uncle, all his life. My uncle went to school, went to school, went to work, and was covered with the sweat and tears of his grandparents along the way.

My uncle's son, my eldest cousin, was born in the early 1970s, and now his children are married. My big cousin didn't go to high school and got married early, which made my uncle very unhappy and ignored my big cousin's affairs.

Grandpa used the money saved to build a building for his cousin. He said he was happy because his children and grandchildren were full. Grandparents were all under 80 when they died. At that time, his great-grandson and my eldest cousin's son were both in primary school.

My grandparents have been away from us for almost ten years, but I have never seen those two mounds once. Not long ago, I visited my uncle and talked about my grandparents. My uncle took me to his old house, where my grandparents had their first footprints in their lives. But now, there are no haystacks, only two graves full of weeds. That bamboo forest is still there, but it is less beautiful and more yellow. According to my uncle, this kind of bamboo once bloomed, but it withered day by day after blooming. Hearing this, my nose ached. These bamboos, which grow on any terrain, look like grandparents. Grandparents used to have flowers and fruits, but they didn't enjoy any benefits brought by fruits. They were buried deep in the soil, laughing and lying in the bamboo forest. A cold wind blew, and the withered bamboo leaves were yellow, making a rustling farewell sound and playing the true feelings of the world.

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My home is the only way to the food market, and I can see pedestrians coming and going on the road every day. Everyone brought celery, potatoes, meat, fish and shrimp. They are all carried home in plastic bags and thrown away once. Now people's living standards have generally improved, but they have lost some things that should not be lost, such as vegetable baskets. I am not used to using plastic bags instead, which is not only harmful to environmental protection and health, but more importantly, I am used to using baskets, just as I am used to the interesting life of my grandparents. Cuisine always awakens some memories of me. ...

"Where is the basket?"

"What? Dogs? You old man, early in the morning, nothing to do, nothing to find trouble, a dog, a long-legged thing, how do I know where it has gone? "

"Deaf old woman, it's a basket!" "

"Grandma, basket, grandpa is going to the vegetable garden!"

This voice is a conversation between grandpa and grandma after getting up one morning.

Grandma is over seventy years old and a little hard of hearing. Grandpa, who got up early, wanted to go to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, but he couldn't find the basket, so he asked grandma at the door of grandma's bedroom. When I was a child, my family moved, and there was no good school in my new home. My uncle is a teacher, so my parents put me in my uncle's primary school, and gave my grandmother the burden of taking care of my life.

My grandparents live separately from my uncle. I lived in my grandmother's house for half a year and slept with her every night. Grandpa and grandma had an interesting conversation. I started snickering, but I gradually got used to it. I'm used to listening, because, for me, it's a joy of life, much more interesting than listening to the teacher at school.

My grandparents have been dead for several years now, and I still remember this life. There are even some people who miss the good times of living with grandparents.

Grandpa is a soldier. He has been studying at home since he retired from the army. I often see grandpa cut down the bamboo in his backyard and then separate it piece by piece with a steel knife, thin and narrow. When I saw these bamboo strips turn into smooth strips in my grandfather's hand, in about one day or half a day, my grandfather made these strips into baskets and dustpans ... useful things. I stared at grandpa's hand with curiosity and surprise. I was amazed: grandpa's hand is amazing!

Looking at grandpa, I can always think of dead bamboo. Although its appearance is not so attractive, it is also elegant and free and easy, surpassing the general tacky. Although not rich, but simple and restrained, unhurried, inadvertently revealing the character of the old man from a high position, extraordinary. Yes! This grandparent is very much like these dead bamboos that are about to be cut down.

Many things in grandma's house, big and small, are compiled by grandpa, and grandpa sometimes compiles them for others for free. A large piece of bamboo is planted behind my house. Whenever my grandfather has time, his hands are always busy. Sometimes he can take it to the market to buy some RMB. Grandpa relies on technology to support his family, and grandma is a well-known housekeeper, living a full and rich life.

But grandparents are the kind of people who are low-key and simple. When I went to my grandmother's house as a child, I always felt that my grandmother's house was different from others'. Later, I learned that grandma's house was clean and tidy, without any clutter and procrastination. These are all because of grandma's good habits.

Grandpa is capable and grandma is diligent. After busy with farm work, grandpa began to be busy with his work. Sometimes when you are tired, go for a walk in the vegetable garden or bamboo forest near the backyard to get some air and adjust your eyes and hands. When I come back from school at noon, I will see my grandfather carrying a basket of vegetables, followed by a skipping rhubarb dog.

I ran over, smiled at Grandpa and reached for the food basket in his hand. "Zijun, school is over!" When grandpa said this, I had left grandpa and Huang and ran to grandma's house.

When I got home, my grandmother was busy stacking vegetables in the kitchen. "Zijun, do your homework! Grandma will call you when it is cooked. " When I do my homework, grandpa will run to the bamboo forest behind the house to see if there are any available bamboos.

When eating metal pieces, grandpa will say, "Is there no salt at home?"

"Why not, a big bag?"

"No wonder!"

The first time I heard the conversation between my grandparents, I always used inexplicable eyes to sweep their faces. But when you chew it in your mouth, you will understand. It turned out that grandma was in a hurry and put a little more salt in the dish. Fortunately, grandma always quietly steamed me an extra bowl of egg custard every time she ate. Grandpa just talks and laughs, but he still digs the plate into his mouth. "This dead old man can do a lot." Grandma said, and went to the kitchen to give grandpa a bowl of rice soup. I have never seen my grandparents quarrel and call names. They have always lived a life of mutual respect. Shortly after grandpa died, grandma followed.

Grandparents and grandmothers are typical family models in which the man is the master and the woman is the master. On an extremely ordinary day, grandparents live a full and fun life, and the home is always full of warmth and sweetness.

Today's life is as good as vegetables in a vegetable basket. Driving, living in a building, going out to a restaurant, roaming around the mountains and rivers of the motherland from time to time on holidays, looking for a kind of free nature fun. I've been like this for too long and I'm tired, but my heart is tired and my money is gone. Then go home! However, we will still do the dishes for you, and she quarrels about such a trivial matter as washing dishes. One more old man is afraid of his nagging; Inviting aunts is sometimes awkward. This is not, that is not, I can't sink my heart, and I am full of confusion about the future. This makes me envy my grandparents' life. The good times when I lived with my grandparents will remain in my memory forever.