Grandma and I made an appointment to make down jackets. She had been planning this decision for a long time. That day, I said, "Grandma, this coat needs to be replaced. Let's make a new one. It looks too old." After I repeated it several times, grandma really made up her mind. I

My grandma made an appointment with me to make down jackets. She had been planning this decision for a long time.

That day, I said: "Grandma's coat needs to be replaced. Let's make a new one. It looks too old." After I repeated it several times, grandma really made up her mind.

I got up early and after dinner, grandma sat on a chair in the hall, waiting for me.

Going out on the street is a very grand and ceremonial thing. Grandma straightened her clothes again and again, polished her shoes again and again, and combed her hair with a comb.

pretended to be holding her grandma's arm, but actually wanted to help her. The elderly person is dissatisfied with old age and always does not want to be taken care of, nor does she like to be seen being taken care of.

Inches of time are soaked in grandma's white hair, and the strands are entangled with the past. In this way, day by day, slowly moving towards the other end of life.

On the busy street, many people who knew my grandma kept saying hello to her. Some people I know, and some I don't.

Grandma will tell about some people and things she met. A difficult life gave grandma a super memory and judgment.

At the corner of the street, there was a fried dough cake stall. Grandma wanted to buy a few fried dough cakes to take home for my dad to eat.

She neatly lifted the corner of her clothes, took out money from the side pocket of her pants, and loudly said she wanted to buy fried pancakes with lean meat fillings.

The person who fried the pancakes asked her who she was buying so many for.

Grandma said with a smile, give it to the child, give it to the child!

I also looked at grandma with a smile. This time, I didn’t rush to help her pay.

A ninety-year-old mother buys fried cakes for her seventy-year-old son. The person who buys the fried cakes is happy, and the one who eats the fried cakes will be even happier!

I met a man who was "begging for the sea", pushing a tricycle and carrying fresh oysters in a basket.

Grandma said that people who go to sea have a hard time, so buy more so that he can go back early.

The store that sells down jackets is not open.

Come again next time, grandma said.

The two of them were strolling around casually, very happy.

Walking slowly along the way, when I see something delicious, grandma will ask me if I want to eat it. Can I buy some for you?

This feels really good. I seemed to be ten or eight years old, and grandma also looked like she was young.

I walked home slowly and saw my daughter wearing black clothes. Grandma said she was really beautiful, with fair skin and she looked very elegant in black clothes.

"I just came to your grandfather's house at that time, and I was only eight years old. Your sister-in-law would talk about this when she was still alive.

She said that I was dressed in black and so beautiful at that time. My skin was also so white.

After that, I went to pull hogweeds and look for wild vegetables every day, and I got tanned. I didn’t even know it, so I didn’t look in the mirror.

Once, your great-grandmother wanted to take me to the commune over there. When I was having a wedding banquet at a relative's house, I was combing my hair in the mirror, and I saw that my face was dark.

So I scrubbed my face hard, thinking that washing it with water would make it white, but I was afraid it wouldn't look good.

Grandma said. While laughing and washing my face, my daughter was beside me, giggling.

The sun shines on my daughter's jumping shadow. What can she understand at such a young age?

Ninety years of time flowed slowly like this, guarding a house and the children in this house all my life.

looked at the grandfather in the photo on the wall, and also looked at the dancing sunshine with a smile. The white camellia tree planted by my grandfather back then has already blossomed all over the garden.

Grandma likes to sit against the wall, squinting her eyes, remembering everyone at that time, and also remembering herself.

This soft time, like a vine, grows quietly and willfully, climbing slowly one by one, exuding the vitality and fragrance of the years.

And I, we, are the flowers on this vine, one after another, many flowers, gradually becoming more beautiful and shining with light.