When my grandmother saw me, she smiled and said, "Be careful, don't run so fast." Later, she grew older and her studies became more and more heavy. I packed my schoolbag much slower, probably because of the fatigue she had accumulated for a day.

She on the way to school
Author: Science and Technology (1) Camp Chen Xibing
Instructor: Chen Yilin

Under the dim light, a thin and hunched back was pulled very long by the light. Looking back, she saw me and walked towards me tremblingly...
Grandma came to my dream again. Did I miss her again?
I still remember when I first started elementary school, I heard the school bell ringing, and I would always rush out of the school gate, like a rabbit being chased by a wolf. When my grandmother saw me, she smiled and said, "Be careful, don't run so fast." She said that and handed me the snacks she brought. "How are you doing at school today? Are you tired? Are you getting along well with your classmates?..." I was eating and answering my grandma's question vaguely, just thinking about going home soon.
When the sunset spreads all over the earth, on the way after school, there are always two figures of one tall and one short holding hands and walking forward in unison.
later grew older and his studies became more and more heavy. I was packing my schoolbag much slower, probably because of the fatigue that I had accumulated for a day. Dragging heavy steps and swinging my weak hands, I walked to the school gate. Grandma was still waiting under the street light, but the street light had already lit up, emitting a faint yellow light. "Are you tired? Let's go home and cook delicious food. Do you have too much homework today? How are your grades?..." I was tired and I had no intention of answering these questions, just nodding and echoing.
When the coldness of late autumn soaks the earth, two shadows of equal heights move slowly on the way after school, and you can feel the chill brought by the wind in your palm.
was once left to memorize the text. When I left school, it was already late and the moon had already climbed to the top of the East Mountain. Under the street light, grandma was talking to her father. When I approached, I heard my grandma say, "I just want to see him." She was still holding the roasted sweet potatoes prepared for me, and there was still some heat.
Later, her figure disappeared under the street lights. When I asked my father, I learned that my grandma was hospitalized and had severe stomach problems and . The rheumatism on my hands was also very serious. Only then did I realize that I was so hateful. I should have thought that in the first ten years of my life, my grandma was accompanied by the disease. But I forgot it.
When the north wind in the cold winter swept across the earth, on the way to school, there was only one back moving slowly, and the other back had disappeared, as if it had passed since.
Now that I have embarked on this road again, my grandmother’s words to me echoed in my ears: “Study hard and get into a good high school. You have to eat enough in school, otherwise you will be hungry after school…” My tears filled my eyes like the mist and rain in April in the south of the Yangtze River.
years old, people have gone, and love will last forever every year. Scenes on the way to school, like movies, flashing through my mind, bringing endless happiness. I know that her love will always be with me.
At night, the moonlight was bright, and she scattered a starlight in my heart.

Human fireworks
Author: Science and Technology (1) Camp You Ni Chenxi
Instructor: Chen Yilin

Eat at home, and eat a fireworks till you.
Our family is from other places, and it is not easy to work hard. Until November 2020, our family was still a "rental family", like a shellless hermit crab, and every few years they had to pack up and small land to find the next habitat. Frequent moving will bring people a sense of uneasiness. The house is growing older and smaller ones, and I feel like a rubber band, forced to stretch and relax. At the most difficult time, there is only one bedroom, a small living room, a toilet and a kitchen where only one person can stand. Push open the door and you are standing in our kitchen. Then take two steps forward and you will see a small tent. Well…that’s my “room”. It's really pitiful that the three of them squeezed into such a small space. But when you recall it, there is no sadness, but it will only curl the smile on the corner of your mouth.
Eating at that house is a happy thing. During the day, we stayed in the shop facing the street; at night, we took our storm and rain from outside. At this time, as usual, my father moved my tent away from the middle, then carried out a folded small table from the corner, spread it open and placed it in the living room. Then we sat in the tent, admiring my mother's busy figure.The quality of the range hood at home is not very good, and the range hood is inevitably everywhere. I smiled heartlessly, sitting next to me looking at my dad. Then the two of them smirked together for some reason. When my mother came out with the food, she would squint her eyes and look at it, and came to a conclusion: "The father and daughter are both stupid."
Well, the meal is ready, the big fool is about to start the meal.
At that time, my mother's skills were not as skillful as she is now: vegetables could be fried, yellow croaker could be fried, and rice could be cooked into porridge... A small table and three plastic stools, the crowded surroundings revealed order and the breath of fireworks. Dad used chopsticks to flirt with the tortured yellow croaker, muttering the words: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this fish..." However, before he finished speaking, his mother hit the hand with chopsticks: "If you like it, don't eat it!" Dad quickly defeated and looked for a place to slap. I laughed at my father's low emotional intelligence aside, and then ate it very deliciously - half pretending and half true. The fireworks like
can wash away the fatigue of the day.
I still remember one summer afternoon, I closed the doors and windows tightly and hung up in the room to blow the air conditioner. My mother just came back from frying the shrimp she wanted to eat in the evening, so she was too lazy to put it on the plate, so she threw it down and entered the room.
After a long time, I was leaning against the bedside reading a book and smelled a burnt smell in a trance. I turned my head and asked my mother who was lying on the side playing with her phone: "Did you smell it? It smells a bit muddy." My mother turned to the air, smelled it carefully, and then thought of something, and jumped up in horror: "It seems that I forgot to close the gas!" She hurriedly opened the door, and the rolling smoke came to her face, carrying a suffocating smell. Before I could react, I saw my mother rush into the kitchen and run out again, opening all the doors and windows. The thick smoke clings to every air factor like mycelium, conquering the city and siege unscrupulously. My mother and I leaned against the window and breathed in fresh air. A by chance eyes met, and the two suddenly burst into laughter, bringing some happiness to the death. What happens if you don’t find it in time? Fire? explode? However, this ending is the best. We can also lose nothing in the sun without any scruples. We will add a little episode to our life except a dish or a pot.
I watched the gray and black smoke rush out of the window, rushing towards the sun like breaking through the cage. I looked at my mother who had calmed down and thought: This is also a kind of fireworks on earth.
All ordinary people in the world, and all ordinary people work hard. We groped and walked on the road, and we could hardly see any light. But the nose is sometimes more sensitive than the eyes. So we followed the fireworks, or the rustic smoke of cooking, or the hazy fragrance of cooking, or the rice in the sun, or the flowers we just picked. It's like a warm hand holding you and walking slowly, then suddenly running, as fast as a lightning bolt that is about to pierce the night... It's dawn.
People always compare beautiful women to fairies who are not as good as worldly fireworks, but I don’t agree with it. Beauty should come from the heart and rooted in the mind. How can a person who is not in the world have feelings for others? How can it be moving? Beauty says that it must be warm first, then it must be elegant. The Moon Palace is far away, how can you say that the illusory fairy is as beautiful as the woman in front of you who washes your hands and makes soup for you?
The fireworks in the world are the warmest people's hearts.

Grandma's lees
Author: Science and Technology (1) Camp Chen Siyuan
Instructor: Chen Yilin
The one I miss the most is Grandma's lees lees.
I spent my childhood at my grandmother’s house. My grandmother loves me very much and takes me out for a trip whenever I have time: visiting the park, climbing Dongxian Peak, Xixian Peak, and riding a bicycle for a ride... My grandmother also has good cooking skills: glutinous rice intestine , pork belly, glutinous glutinous for the winter solstice, hamburger cherry ate during the Chinese New Year... The light red lees filled with wine fragrance made me even more moved.
I still remember that my grandmother hid the money in my pocket and asked me to buy a bag of lees back. So I rushed out of the house happily, rushed down the small slope in front of the door, rushed across the long sidewalk, and rushed straight into the vegetable market. Because I often walk this path and am very familiar, I never get lost; and the temptation of this leeches is irresistible, so I have never missed time by playing around.So I always leave the house in a flash, and at most I will come back with a bag of lees in ten minutes. At this time, my grandmother always praised me for being capable. Take the bag, pour the lees into a bowl, soak them in water, filter out the lees, and add them to the freshly baked dough. The originally white dough gradually became fresh and bright, making my saliva flow out.
followed by an anxious wait.
Grandma put the kneaded dough into the steamer one by one, covered the lid, and lighted the heat, and the steamer gradually became noisy! The white water vapor rushed out of the cage from time to time, and the aroma of wine began to fill the small kitchen. But what I looked at in my eyes and was looking forward to, and what I was waiting for in my stomach was the only wine lees. How could I wait for the steaming process? I finally waited for my grandmother to lift the cover. As soon as the lid opened, a large stream of white smoke could not wait to rush straight to the ceiling, and then slowly filled the entire kitchen. With the tempting aroma of wine in it, Bai Wu gradually decorated the kitchen into a fairy capital, and a few "naked" wine lees were brought out in a cute manner.
I reached out to get it urgently, but my grandmother stopped my hand with a "slap" and said, "Send a few to Grandma Wu next door." I pouted, "Why give her food first?" Grandma smiled and said, "Don't Grandma Wu often give us food?" Then she went out with a basin of lees.
said it was for Grandma Wu to eat, but in fact it was for every neighbor to give a few. After walking around, a large pot of wine lees were gone. Looking at the empty pelvic floor, I felt very unhappy. At this time, my grandmother would always take out a few lees from the steamer like a magic trick. I swept away the depression in my heart, grabbed two and stuffed them straight into my mouth. The lees have the wheat aroma of dough and the fragrance of the lees. When I was young, I was often blushed by the alcohol in the cake after eating a few cakes, but it was not good-looking!
When I left my house to play, I could only smell the aroma of wine in the yard. I guess everyone was savoring the lees, right? Thinking of the pleasure the lees brought to my neighbors, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my previous stinginess. Isn't the deliciousness of lees here? Isn't it fun to taste it happily, smell it fragrant, and watch others share this joy with me?
Wine lees, your wine fragrance will always float in this yard, floating in my heart.

My stubborn grandmother
Author: Science and Technology (2) Camp Yu Chenyang
Instructor: Chen Yilin
My grandmother is old, but her body is still strong. The word "stubborn" seems to be engraved in my grandmother's bones.
In my opinion, my grandmother is just a stubborn old child who always doesn’t listen to my parents and looks extremely naughty and disobedient. Grandma is a rural woman who grew up from the "land" and worked in the land all her life. My grandfather passed away early, and when my grandmother died of lung cancer at the age of 60, she passed away. And my grandmother also lost her wife. Since then, my grandmother has lost her support and has become stubborn.
What grandma can’t let go of the most is her land and old house. Her children asked her to go to the city to enjoy her happiness several times, but she refused and "restrained" to stay in the countryside without leaving. Grandma was unwilling to spend a penny more for herself, but she seemed very generous to us descendants. Usually, she doesn't even turn on the TV in her old house and doesn't want to turn on one more light, just to save one or two cents of electricity bills.
The elderly seem to be eager to go to Beijing to take a look and take a look, as if this way they have the capital to show off to their neighbors. My parents knew that my grandmother had this wish, so they took her to Beijing. Before going on a trip, they had to buy some new clothes and dress them more decently before going out. We went to the mall to choose clothes for our grandmother.As soon as I arrived at the mall, my grandmother was like a curious child. I looked left and right, and felt novel everywhere. I kept muttering: "In the current society..." When I arrived at the shop where I bought clothes, I clearly saw the desire in my grandmother's eyes and was surprised, but my grandmother said: "These clothes are too young and are not suitable for me..." My mother seemed to have noticed it, so she picked up the clothes and wanted to pay. My grandmother rushed to the front of her mother: "You can't waste money. I really don't need it. Leave the money to buy milk for the children..." My grandmother began to mutter again, refusing to let her mother pay the money. After scrambling, I finally bought only one plaid coat. Grandma had only one reason - saving money.
Of course, my grandmother’s stubbornness comes partly from the living conditions and economic concepts of the older generation, but I prefer to believe my grandmother’s stubbornness is because of her deep love for us. This love has long turned into a pool of water, constantly injecting tender water into our hearts, and stubbornness is the spring of the pool of water.
Grandma's stubbornness is engraved in her bones.

Grandparents' Fireworks Love
Author: Science and Technology (2) Camp Ma Zhiyue
Instructor: Chen Yilin
Grandparents love excitement, especially the fireworks floating out of the kitchen.
556 years ago, when grandparents were still strong, they would call their children to come to their hometown for dinner every weekend. The old man is not very skilled in operating intelligent machines such as telephones. Every time he calls, he either hangs up the phone accidentally or there is a discordant rustling sound from the background of the call. However, the old and gentle voice always comforts people: "Come for a meal on the weekend, and the family always gets together."
opened the door, and the happy smiles under our wrinkles are always welcomed by our younger generations. However, according to the elders' chat, grandparents were extremely strict when they were young and almost did not laugh harshly. It's no wonder that my grandmother had to worry about housework when she was young, and she had to get up early and go to bed late to do business. She was a gyro that never stopped. She even settled the score before going to bed, so she naturally had no good voice for her children. Her grandfather's work was everywhere, and after her whole day's bustle, she was educated to her children with a more stringent requirement, and she was a veritable "Chinese father". The hardships of difficult years have made their faces weathered and have also made their hearts breed more desire for happiness in the era of prosperity. This desire, perhaps mixed with guilt towards children, is most truly reflected in diet. The once boring food and various seasonings have become popular, especially the "stewing pig head" of my grandfather, which has become the best memory of tradition for our younger generation.
But overall, grandparents’ cooking skills cannot be considered good. On days when food is dull, they have already developed a simple and simple way to treat their diet. "Eat whatever you have, eat whatever you can" has become a common proverb widely circulated in rural areas. Even if the living standards have improved, this habit has not changed. The ribs served must be giant bone sticks that have only been cut by one; the cut meat must be neat squares; the stewed vegetables must be a full pot. Such a steaming table of food is really daunting, as if it is concentrating the "big pot rice" that ten households eat into one household. When asked why they bought so many meals, they only replied: "Why don't you eat these good things now? Besides, the best dinner for a family must be prepared! I used to be unable to afford it, and I ran around all year round, and I could only eat a piece of fat on New Year's Eve..." When we listened to these stories of being scratched by the years, even the food that slipped across our throat became touching. It took only two or three hours to finish a meal of
. My grandfather, who had just emphasized "sourcing and decent", was now urging us to pack up the leftovers while packing the leftovers, and even muttering, "It's a pity, it's a pity." So each person carried a bag of food, and it was still hot when he returned home. My mother and I joked: "Everyone says that father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water. We can't bear the heavy and surging love of grandma and grandpa."
is unbearable, so we chew and digest it multiple times. After all, there is still time and the refrigerator still has enough space.

Alzheimer's disease
Author: Science and Technology (1) Ying Ran Yiran
Instructor: Chen Yilin
"I am now 'Alzheimer'."
I don't know when, but my mother often joked with me half-truth, but indeed, my mother's memory is not as good as before.
Sometimes, the day before yesterday, I told my mother that she would go to her classmate’s house the next day, “Go and go, it’s fun!” My mother responded to me like this. But the next day when she went out to say goodbye to my mother, she stopped me, "Where are you going? What are you doing? Who are you with?" Asked carefully; sometimes, the family discussed what to eat for dinner, "Then these four dishes are right!" My mother repeatedly confirmed before going out, but after a while, she called back, "What kind of vegetables are there?" The background was full of hawking in the vegetable market; sometimes, my mother paced repeatedly in the living room, and heard her murmuring, "It's time to sweep the place," but when she walked to the door of the balcony, she suddenly I was stunned: "What am I going to do?" When she returned to the living room, she suddenly remembered: "I was going to the balcony to get a broom to sweep the floor!" But when she stood at the door of the balcony again, she fell into confusion again: "What did I say I was going to do just now?"... "Don't you want to sweep the floor?" I couldn't stand it anymore and reminded my mother, and she seemed to wake up from her sleep: "Oh, yes! Sweep the floor! Sweep the floor..." "Oh... you are really 'alzheimer'!" I was helpless and half-true and half-film.
However, what happened recently has changed my opinion.
has not been home for several weeks since the start of school. Every week I can only bring my mother the clothes they have changed and other lacking school and daily necessities. "You will bring all my Chinese textbooks this week, on the bookshelf at the door; there is also a set of changing clothes, school uniforms, sweaters, autumn clothes and pants. Let's see how the weather is next week. If it's too hot, bring me a short-sleeved one and in my wardrobe; bring me a few bottles of milk. I will put the clothes I want to bring back to the north gate, remember to get them... By the way, I will also bring me facial cleanser and two packs of napkins..." I said in a nagging manner, not even knowing what I said or what I didn't know. The mother of " Alzheimer's " didn't complain on the other end of the phone, but just listened quietly and asked from time to time, "Is there anything else?" "Did you remember it all?" I was a little worried. "Well, remember." Mom's words were simple and her tone was firm. But I still don’t trust my mother very much and repeatedly reminded me: “Really? Don’t forget it!”
My mother came to me as scheduled on Saturday. The first thing I said when I saw her was: "Have you brought all the things?" "Take me, I brought them all!" My mother listed them one by one as if she had known them, full of pride, "Textbooks, clothes, milk... are all missing!" I looked and listened, and there was really not missing one! "Oh, it's not bad!" I was surprised and couldn't help but praise. "Yes, I'm a 'super-strong brain' now!" My mother was even more proud, like a kindergarten kid who was praised by the teacher, with a spirit of excitement.
"Super Powerful Brain" I silently recited this word in my mind.
"Where is the 'super strong brain', it is obviously 'super deep love'!" I looked at my mother's childish and arrogant look, and thought like this while eating the snacks she specially brought to me with "allergic disease".