grandmother is getting older, her face is like a ravine ravine, each of which is full of vicissitudes and ups and downs of life. The wind and sun were blowing, and my grandmother's hair was dry and white like dry grass.
But those eyes are still young, with stars shining brightly, more adorable than Hanxing because she is warm and friendly.
Grandma wore a blue large-collared cloth dress with a circle of black gauze wrapped around her head, the kind that is the one with ethnic minority bags. Half-legged, walking a little slow, and looking cautious, just like getting along with others and dealing with them.
Grandma loves to watch dramas, likes to be lively, likes to listen to people talking about strange and anecdotes, and has a very good memory. As long as she has read it once, she can retell it, and sometimes even recite the lines. She knows everything that mom and dad don’t know.
Because before her parents were born, she had been living in the world for more than 20 years. My grandmother was illiterate, but her brain was like a museum. The stories she collected were all kinds of stories and could not be finished.
We often listen to our grandmother tell stories. When it comes to passion, she can even tell the lyrics and singing styles. It's so magical.
Every time my grandmother tells us a story, she always reaches out to rub the semicircular stone hanging around her neck. This is a blood-red stone, very beautiful. There is a phoenix carved on it, and the other side is flat and smooth, which can shine with people. Grandma gave it a red string, which was hung around her neck day and night.
As long as my grandmother is idle, she always puts her hands on the stone and rubs the ground. This seems to have become her habit. The stone was shiny by her, and it was stained with her body temperature and hard work, and the patterns were even brighter.
After I was sensible, I heard that the stone on my grandmother’s neck was just an ordinary agate stone, not worth much. I don’t know why my grandmother regards a valuable agate stone as heavier than her own life.
One day, my grandmother sat in the moonlight and looked at the faint expression of the stars in the sky, which made people feel distressed. Her hands were naturally placed on the stone, her gentlest smile appeared on her face, and tears rolled down her eyes.
A drop of tears fell on the stone, condensed there, like a glass ball in a dream, the patterns on the stone were more bright, red light shining everywhere, the entire night sky was brilliant, layer by layer of red light shining.
The grandmother at this time was already the same as when she was young. She is as lively and cute as a lark, with long, thick black hair, a round face like a red apple, and long and beautiful eyelashes. Her bright and dazzling colors are more vivid than roses.
Her eyes are always so gentle, pure and kind.
The shy and beautiful bride in the sedan chair was wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijacked icon on her head, rendering everything around her into a red sea.
Sitting beside him was a handsome, tall and strong man like a solid wall. He gently lifted the veil, smiled at her, and hung a red rope around her neck. Under the red rope was the agate stone carved with a phoenix.
The man used his strong arms to hold her into his arms. He whispered to her beautifully: "This is a very ordinary agate stone. I divided it into two pieces, one carved with a dragon, which is mine; the other carved with a phoenix, which is yours, and the two pieces are combined together to bring good luck. It was carved by me by myself."
He picked up the same pendant as her neck and buckled the two pieces together in a tight slit. She looked at him in surprise and shyness. He continued, "Looking at it, you see me, I will always be by your side, and I will never leave you."
Grandmother smiled, her face shining red, and her smile was so sweet. From this moment on, she engraved the young man in front of her and the phoenix on her chest in her heart.
Grandmother is old, but now she doesn't have such a beautiful smile. Yes, there are countless sadness and longing in her smile.
Their time together is very short, too short, it is just a trivial little dot in life. That occupied her entire heart and dedicated her soul to the man she had been entrusted with the agate stone on her chest.
"Dears for decades, I miss you so much, where are you?"
Is he still alive? She didn't know. What she knew was that he was still so young in her heart, his voice, appearance, smile, and little things in life were all the time when he left.
The handsome young man only appeared beside her for more than two years. All he left was the agate stone pendant on his chest. She was waiting for him. She had been waiting for more than fifty years, and she did not lose confidence.
How she hopes that the dragon and phoenix pendant can be sticked together tightly with silk and seams, and the dragon and phoenix are still auspicious.
Before her death, my grandmother was still holding the agate stone carved with a phoenix.
Haven't seen each other for decades. In another world, does she still know him? She was going to take it to another world to find him, fulfill her decades of wish and be with him forever.
Under the moonlight, my grandmother told a very long story.
"Now it's over," she said, "I'm tired, let me sleep for a while."
Grandma's head turned to the wall, and the breath slid in her throat. She slowly calmed down, with a happy and peaceful expression on her face, like the sun shining on her face. So people said she was dead.
Grandmother was pulled away by a hearse. She lay in the hearse, still wearing a blue-colored, large-collared cloth dress that never changed.
Her eyes were closed, all wrinkles were gone, a smile appeared on her mouth, and her hair was still boring like weeds.
Looking at my dead grandmother, my heart was filled with helplessness and pain, and there was desolation and sourness of nowhere to live. I looked around at a loss and looked around. Where was the figure of my grandmother still there?
Only the bottom of my heart, the gentle and kind grandmother, she will always live in my heart.
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