Author/Er Liangjiu · Xuzhou, Jiangsu
Editor/Yu Fu·Tianjin Hedong
[Yu speaks more]
"Every old man is a meaningful book, and they all contain more or less treasures of wisdom about life." If there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, this is true.
It is a pity that Mr. Yu has never met his grandparents and grandparents, and has never experienced the love from his ancestors because they passed away early. It is for this reason that I envy my friends who have been loved by grandparents. That kind of love called " kissing from another generation" must be very warm.
As he gets older, my grandpa prefers to play Erhu . When I returned home during the winter vacation of my freshman year, my grandpa took out his erhu and played "Horse Horse Racing" and "Good Night " specifically for me. After the performance, grandpa tidied up the erhu as if tidying up a precious and fragile piece of art, then took out his dry pipe and started smoking. I smiled and said, "Grandpa, I will buy you a high-quality erhu when I work in the future." Grandpa puffed a long dry pipe, exhaled thick smoke, and said meaningfully: "No need. The erhu that has been with me for forty years has a temper that I You know, the one that feels most comfortable is the best for me.”
Indeed, according to my grandfather, the erhu hanging on the wall followed him to many places and experienced many things together. When he was upset, grandpa would play the erhu to relieve his boredom. After playing "Er Quan Ying Yue", he would forget no matter how big his troubles were, and face the reality bravely and calmly. When he was happy, grandpa would play the erhu and let himself be happy along with it. Then his whole heart would calm down, and he could objectively evaluate his achievements, making himself instantly humble, prudent and not arrogant.
Grandpa once asked me if I had my own erhu. At first, I didn’t understand what my grandfather meant. I just smiled and said, “I can’t even play the erhu. How could I have my own erhu?” My grandfather smiled and said, “Everyone has times when they are happy or sad. How do they regulate themselves at that time? Like me, I learned and fell in love with the erhu when I was young. After that, when I was sad, I would play the erhu and tell myself that it’s nothing. It will pass, and we have to face life well; when I achieve some small achievements, I will also play the erhu and tell myself that it is okay and it will pass. There is still a long road ahead, so be calm, be humble, be cautious, and strive for greater success." After that, I believed this sentence even more: every old man is a meaningful book, and they all contain more or less treasures of wisdom about life. After that, I actually began to seriously search for an "erhu" that suited me until I fell in love with writing.
At that time, my grandmother became more like a book. She became very silent because she could not hear. If we speak louder, she might hear a little bit, and even add a sentence or two; if we speak at a normal volume, grandma will say nothing and look at us with a smile, packing seemingly endless clothes in her hands. Sometimes she will pester her mother or grandpa like a child to ask what we are talking about. I know that at that time, my grandmother was an old man. The world was so quiet. Sometimes, I really wanted to know if my grandmother, who was in the silence, would suddenly feel lonely and isolated. But from my grandmother’s smiling face and busy figure, I can see that my grandmother is still happy.
No matter how busy she is, grandma will still take some time to make dumplings. The dumplings made by my grandma are small, a little bigger than a head of garlic, and the fillings inside always make the dumpling wrappers bulge. Sometimes I worry about whether dumplings that are so small and filled with so many fillings will burst when cooked in boiling water. But my worries are unnecessary. The dumplings made by my grandma have never been broken by boiling water, and after boiling, the dumplings become more crystal clear and lovely.We all like to eat the dumplings made by my grandma. In my memory, whenever I go to my grandma's house, my cousins will come over when my grandma makes dumplings.
Grandma once introduced the secret of why she can make this kind of dumplings. In summary, it is: knead the dough a hundred times, and the magic will appear. Grandma said that many people nowadays don’t pay attention to kneading the dough when making dumplings. They think that kneading the dough is simply a waste of effort. It will not make the dough thicker, and it seems that it will not change. In fact, it is not the case. The dough will become stronger because of the more times it is kneaded. Because of its strength, it can be small without breaking, and can contain so much stuffing.
Later, I finally understood that there is a big truth in grandma’s dumplings. Kneading dough is a seemingly unimportant task in making dumplings, so it is omitted by many people. Those people wanted to eat delicious dumplings, but they were eager to put the prepared dumpling fillings into the dough that was not kneaded and kneaded into the "heated" dough. In the end, they did not get delicious dumplings, and some dumplings were even boiled in boiling water before they were put into their mouths.
Isn’t this also true for learning? If you don’t pay attention to laying a foundation in your studies, you are eager for quick success, you are eager for success, you don’t pay attention to down-to-earth learning of some seemingly boring theoretical knowledge, and you don’t pay attention to quantitative accumulation, how can you achieve qualitative improvement and achieve final achievements? Without a good foundation, no matter how skilled the craftsmen are, they cannot build a tall and magnificent pyramid.
The same is true in life. As a person moves forward on the journey of life, he will inevitably encounter ups and downs and difficulties. Some people feel good about themselves when life is going smoothly, but once setbacks come, they become panicked, even depressed, lose confidence, give up on themselves, and feel why they are so unfortunate and why life is so unfair to them. In fact, life is fair to everyone. To find out unfairness, it can only be based on each person's attitude towards the difficulties, setbacks and ups and downs in life. In the face of life, we might as well treat ourselves as a ball of dough to be made into dumplings. Only by persisting and kneading it hundreds and thousands of times can we become stronger. We must always believe that it is these seemingly "hateful" ups and downs that can best temper a person's will, making a person stronger and more mature, and thus move towards success and perfection step by step.
Now, my grandparents have gone away forever when I was studying in college in Changsha, and have been taken away by time. When I returned home during the winter vacation of my junior year, I didn’t hear my grandpa’s wonderful “Good Night” or “Horse Racing”, which I knew I would never hear again. When I returned home during the winter vacation of my senior year, I didn’t taste the dumplings made by my grandma. I knew that I would never be able to eat the delicious dumplings made by my grandma, which were small and exquisite and shaped like handicrafts. However, some of the truths about life that my grandmother and grandfather once told me intentionally or unintentionally will never be taken away by time. They will always stay in the deepest part of my heart, always plucking my heartstrings and telling me how to move forward.
[About the author] Erliangjiu, an atypical literary youth born in the 1980s. He grew up in a land of Chu style and Han style. He studied on the banks of the Xiangjiang River at the age of nineteen, and worked in Bingcheng in the North at the age of twenty-three. He believes that all books in the world have something to read, the key is how to read them; everyone in the world has something to learn from, the key is how to learn from them. I like reading, poems, poems, popular classics, and ancient and modern texts. Although I struggle to find solutions, I can only ask for a thorough explanation or a possible solution. I like to write, but I have no talent, my pen is bald, and I have no masterpieces. I suddenly look back many times, and the person is still not in the dim light of , , and finally I have no intention of looking back. If you love making friends, you can become friends with anyone who has similar interests, similar views, and does not distinguish people based on wealth, things, power, status, or power. When you are busy, you may forget each other in the world, and when you are leisurely and lonely, you may be friends with each other. My favorite Xin Qiji "Awakens the bright moon one day, illuminating my arms full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flowing. The whale has not swallowed the sea, and the sword energy has already crossed the autumn", but I have been drunk for a long time with two ounces of wine.
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