In life, there are always things that can remind us of the past. No matter it is beautiful or sad, we often bury some memories that we don’t want to erase deeply, until the smoke and dust of the years can’t reach them. The place. Our hearts are often nostalgic, and nostalgia is a

In life, there are always things that can remind us of the past. No matter it is beautiful or sad, we often bury some memories that we do not want to erase deeply, until the smoke and dust of the years can reach them. to the place. Our hearts are often nostalgic, and nostalgia is a complex, but using memories to erase the marks of sadness often backfires. The song "Grandma's Penghu Bay" reminds me of my grandmother many years ago.

My grandma was an authentic peasant woman. She had her feet bound just like the women of that era. Grandma had never seen much of the world and her thoughts were a little backward, but she retained the hard-working, kind and simple side of the peasant family. Now that I think about it, if a person loses sincerity, what's the use of anything else? My grandma’s family is the poorest in the local area. I have two uncles. The eldest uncle’s family moved to other places. Because of their poor life, the second uncle also took the family with him and started to dream of gold mining in a small coal mine in Shanxi. I happened to be in high school that year, and the school was very close to my grandma’s house, so I lived at her house until my senior year in high school.

During that time, I loved to eat the braised noodles made by my grandma. I was often surprised that my grandma could make fragrant braised noodles with such simple ingredients. Grandma always watches me wolf down the food with loving eyes, and then eats it herself. Grandma has lung disease and a bad stomach. She doesn’t like to eat dry food, so she often makes braised noodles for me. There is a braised noodle restaurant where I work now, and I often go there. In addition to loving food, I think I also miss my grandma!

My second uncle has been working outside for many years and has not made a fortune. He has only suffered a lot from his grandfather and grandmother. At that time, I was often dissatisfied with my second uncle's incompetence and unfilial piety. Only now do I understand a little about the hardship and helplessness my second uncle had when he was living abroad. Aren’t there many people around me, including me, who have been working outside for many years and failed to win a future for their families? We are often very busy, running around for ourselves, our wives and children. We rarely have time to care about our parents. Even the phone calls are mostly from our parents. I want to ask, how many people are always concerned about their parents' well-being and often go home to see them? ?

During the years when my second uncle was away, my grandma often sat in front of the door, looking towards the intersection, as if saying: "Son, come back quickly! We are old and can't bear the hardship anymore." But she often failed to do so. The second uncle and the others only go home during the Chinese New Year, and almost never go home at other times. In the seventh year when the second uncle was away, an accident took his life. All grandma waited for was an urn. At that time, the kind of despair and sadness that a white-haired person gave to a black-haired person, which hurt the heart and lungs, was incomprehensible to outsiders.

The pain in life did not knock down my grandmother, but the grief of losing her son completely defeated her. The last time I saw my grandma, she had become skin and bones, and even her bones had shrunk. Her lung disease and stomach disease had worsened, and she could only rely on painkillers or prednisone to relieve her pain. , to two or three tablets, the frequency also increased. Looking at my grandmother who was losing her vitality day by day, I burst into tears. There are many partings in life. This is the last time we see each other, and there will be no chance to meet again in the future.

Life comes and goes, and the future may not be long. When my grandmother passed away, I was unable to catch up. Afterwards, my second aunt scolded me: "Your grandmother's most beloved grandson is you, but you were not seen when she passed away and was buried." I felt guilty and speechless. . After my grandmother passed away, my grandfather passed away soon after, and I lost relatives one after another. The saddest one at that time was probably my mother.

I have been running back and forth for a living, and time is being squeezed like this. My wish to visit my grandma’s grave has not yet come true. Really no time? Or can't face your own guilt? Or do you want to leave a gap and become a reason to remember your grandma in the future?