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When I was sixty, my grandmother missed her two sons who were far away from home and could not meet, and she was almost crazy.
Grandma is a person from the mountains. When I was thirty-seven or eight years old, I followed my grandfather away from the mountains and came to our plains. She was originally the young wife of a family in the mountains. Although he gave birth to two boys in that family, he was always the one who was ordered and scolded. Going up the mountain to chop wood and plant rice, taking children to feed livestock, taking shit and urinating... many matters must not be stopped. In her early stories, the best memory is that there are several cradles hanging in the house, where her own children or children in the big room are lying in it, and when she is young, she pushes the cradle and hums her, coaxes the children to sleep. Unexpectedly, once I went up the mountain and encountered a piece of meat on my calf. Fortunately, someone discovered it and rescued him in a hurry. My grandfather saved her. My grandfather is a doctor in the martial arts world. He is in his fifties and is alone. He has a disagreement with his brothers at home and travels around the world with a medicine box. He is . It is common to go up the mountain to collect herbs, and it is common to set up stalls to sell medicine. Acupuncture and moxibustion cupping, bruising and injury, dog skin plaster, consultation and prescription, and many medical techniques are all for survival. An old man from the neighboring village, who was about to die, came back to life after taking medicines from me. The old man and junior met my mother and said thank you every time they met. It can be seen that my grandfather, the doctor in the martial arts world, also has some medical skills.
That day, my grandfather suddenly saw a young tiger approaching a woman. The woman waved her sickle and shouted loudly. Grandpa shouted loudly, picked up a tree stick at his feet and rushed over. Grandpa is tall, has long beards under his chin, climbs mountains all year round, and has a strong and strong body. When the young tiger saw someone coming, he gave up on the woman and rushed toward others. Grandpa cured his grandmother's leg injury.
Around 1936, perhaps because of poverty, or because of discrimination and rift between people, my grandmother gave up her life in the family of Dashan and walked out of the mountain with her grandfather. In 1936, the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Red Army walked out of the grassland and came to northern Shaanxi. The Xi'an Incident broke out and Zhang Xueliang caught Chiang Kai-shek. The Japanese's iron hooves trampled on the black soil of the three northeastern provinces for five years and were about to go south to detain the pass. Floods are still flooding in our area. After the flood flooded, the crops were not harvested, and the people beat three rods and drums, beat fishing drums, and went away from home, and beggars were everywhere. Looking through history, the floods flooded Anlu in 1931, and the crops were harvested without harvest. Anlu is the hometown of grandma. Young grandmothers should be among those who leave their hometowns. Against this background of history and destiny, my grandfather and grandmother traveled through the mountains and downtowns, going around, and taking making a living as the key, generally moving towards the plain toward home. They walked home for two years. Grandpa set up a stall and grandma begging. On the festive day of the Lunar New Year, my 40-year-old grandmother gave birth to my mother. Then, in the bamboo basket that grandma carries on her shoulder, there was luggage on one end and a baby on the other.
From then on, my mother is the only child by my grandmother. My grandfather passed away more than ten years after returning to his hometown. My mother left her grandmother when she got married at the age of nineteen. Grandma lives alone in the neighboring village. Ijuro's father and mother wanted to take her over to live with her several times, but she refused. It was the People's Commune period that time. While she was working in the neighboring village, she enjoyed the generous treatment of the "five-guarantee household". It was during this period that she, who was lonely, began to miss the distant mountains. She should have missed the stones, trees, neighbors and villagers in the mountains. What she really missed was her two sons. Overthinking, almost crazy.
In my early years, my grandmother remembered the place name of her hometown. She talked about it many times, but no one took it seriously. When my grandmother was sick, my father asked where my grandmother's home was, my grandmother couldn't remember it. Grandma is illiterate and has no meaning in her mind. She forgets the "sounds" about the place names in her hometown and can never remember them again. I only remember one big location: Anlu Mansion . Grandma comes from a distant mountain and doesn’t know the exact geographical location.
During that time, the mentally ill grandmother often sat on the river bank and cried, calling out the names of her two sons. This mental disorder lasts for nearly a year. After my mother's first child, my elder brother, was born, my grandmother's illness gradually improved. She stepped on the cradle, coaxed the child, and calmed down.
Not long after I was born, my grandmother moved to our house.
I am the last child to be raised by my grandmother. He is also the child that grandma has been raising the longest and most beloved.
It was the early stage of the Cultural Revolution. In 1968, my father was 34 years old and mobilized the villagers to help each other to build brick and tile houses. At first, I spontaneously voluntarily digging kilns and burning bricks, and then included in the unified planning of the brigade, and my father served as the commander-in-chief. The feat of building bricks and tile houses in our village caused a sensation around the village, and there were endless people coming to visit the neighboring counties of this county. The thirteen county party committees have visited, and there are no less than ten thousand people in the visiting world. Young father and mother are proud. At the end of this year, my parents and their family moved into a tall and spacious new house. Not long after the Chinese New Year, my mother gave birth to me. Immediately afterwards, my 72-year-old grandmother was taken to our house.
The father said that in the early years, there were many babies and the house was small, so she always refused to take her grandmother over. I live in a tall brick house, and my grandmother is old and can't let her live alone. Grandma no longer insisted. There is another reason why she is no longer stubborn: I am born and someone needs to take care of me.
Grandma ended her lonely life as a "five-guarantee household" for twelve years and came to our house. In the tall and spacious tiled house with flying eaves and corners, as a member of our big family of ten, I lived happily for twenty years.
Mother said that grandmother came to our house with her luggage load - because of her strong and stubbornness. Grandma smiled, a curved shoulder pole flashed flowers on her shoulders, and her little feet were bumping quickly. My mother often mentioned the joy of grandma when she came to our house, and often talked about her capable image when she carried the load. However, I can only imagine the image of grandma with "the curved shoulder pole flashes out of flowers" out of thin air. The memories my grandma left me started with an old man in his 80s.
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She is very thin and hunched over. Bronze skin. I often lean on a bamboo pole that is much taller than her. When people get old, their eye sockets are deep, their eyebrows are abrupt, and their eyes are dim. When looking at someone, put your hands on your forehead. Wrinkles on the face. Hands full of wrinkles. The hands are big, and the tendons and veins on the back of the hands and arms are thick. The bronze skin color and thick stubborn hands stubbornly express a powerful and vicissitudes of beauty.
When I was in middle school, I was often afraid that she would slide into the river in front of the door. Because she must go to the water port by the river to clean her clothes every day. For many years, she has washed the clothes our whole family changed every day. There are two large wooden basins under the eaves, and the tung oil is over and the oil is shiny. The clothes the family changed were thrown there. Especially in summer, the production team was in a tight farm work and her mother came and went in a hurry, so she left the laundry work to her. Rub the stick with your hands, and then wash it with a bamboo basket to the river in front of the door to clean it.
She held the bamboo basket with one arm and the long bamboo stick with the other hand. She walked across the cereal field and the vegetable field to the edge of the riverside, moving slowly.
At noon, I went home from school for dinner. The journey of Sanli land was so fast. When I entered the house, I shouted, "Grandma!" ""grandmother! "If there is no one, I will run to the river directly. As expected, she was squatting on the stone yard, took out the clothes one by one from the bamboo basket, and put them into the river water to swing. I shouted, "Grandma", she turned around calmly and saw that it was me, and smiled. I went down to the river yard to help her get on the shore, wrung the unset clothes, and picked up the bamboo basket.
hm, our family has two elderly people, grandmother and grandma. During the busy farming season, grandma is responsible for cooking, and grandma is responsible for washing and tying grass. There are also pigs, drying grain, drying cotton, driving sparrows, peeling cotton, picking chicken manure, feeding pigs, collecting clothes and folding clothes, etc., which are allocated by housework. Grandma is very hardworking, and the summer sun is in full swing. She will tie a straw target under the sparse shade of trees, and sit in slow motion by a pile of straw. It is just bright, and in the morning mist, grandma picking chicken manure in front and behind the house, traveling through the entire village. My father made special tools for picking chicken manure for her, so she didn't have to bend over, but she looked bad, and some small black stones were also pushed into the smudge basket. In the season of peeling cotton, grandma sat among the cotton boulevards piled up in the main hall, sitting for a day, peeling and not moving her nest.There was a drying of millet on the cereal field in front of the door. Grandma was sitting by the door, and putting a hemp stalk to drive chickens and birds in her hand... The mother said that grandma might have done farm work in her early years. Others pulled rice seedlings with one hand, and grandma pulled both hands at the same time, which was fast and good. Until he was ninety, he was still struggling to do housework. After all, she was old, and her mother would not let her grandmother do the job of washing clothes and bundling firewood, but her grandmother refused to listen. After her parents started working, she started to do it slowly. Sometimes my mother quarrels with her. My mother said, I will finish this work after I finish work in just a few seconds. But after the quarrel, my grandmother still did it and couldn't stay idle. The neighbor aunt said: She felt sorry for her daughter! Probably so.
The two elderly people have received great respect in our family. It was too cold in winter, and they were lying in bed, and their mother asked us to be the grandchildren to bring them face wash and food. Get up and prepare a warm fire for them. If you have something delicious, you must think of them first. In summer, we eat melons, peel off the soft melon meat and put it in a dish to serve them. The big peach tree behind the house bears fruit, and we pick the soft and red peaches for them. It was time to eat, and I looked for them in front of and behind the house to have a meal, and I never dared to ease my life. When we were young, we had strict tutoring, especially in respect of the elderly.
Grandma had begged for rice and asked for food in her early years, and she had a very good attitude towards beggars. At that time, there were often people begging for rice and begging in the village, begging from house to house. There were several times when she used a small scoop of white rice to cook beg for food, and my mother was quite unhappy when she saw it. Maybe because my grandma asked for food, we also showed respect for beggars. There are many children in the village who laugh at or even beg for food, and my father does not allow us to do this. My father said that when the beggar arrives at the door of the house, if you want, give me rice; if you don’t want, say “You go to another family”, say good words, don’t speak badly.
Grandma also has a weird personality, that is, she never sits at the table and eats. She always sits in some corner. Use two wooden stools, one tall and one short, sit on the low stool, and place the rice bowl on the high stool. Sometimes, I just had to tie the grass or wash my clothes, and I would sit on the threshold and eat with a bowl. We advised her to sit at the table, she never listened. Her self-esteem, low-key and calm attitude towards life should be formed by her miserable life experience. She never competes for treatment, she only strives for housework.
But she was invited to the table for a reunion dinner on New Year’s Eve. Grandmother and grandmother sat on the upper head, and mother sat next to her, picking up food for her. We sat around the table, raised our wine glasses to bless her, and she smiled.
Grandma is not sick or sick in her later years. longevity.
