In front of me was a door that was covered with a faint cover. When I looked up, I saw that there was an old friend behind the door. I learned since I was a child that my parents were very busy and learned to be good and not bother them.

The door that is covered in virtual

□Yang Ziyu

In front of me was a door that was covered in virtual cloak. When I looked up, I saw that there was an old friend behind the door.

I have learned since I was a child that my parents are very busy and learn to be good and not bother them.

When I went home one day, the door that should have been closed was actually a false cover. I was curious and scared, was it a thief? Then I pushed the door open and saw that the grandma in coarse clothes was half leaning on the fabric sofa, half-black and half-white hair was slippery on the back of her head, and her slender eyebrows raised: "Hello, Nannan, I am your mother's mother."

It seems that since I first met the grandma, I knew that I was connected to her blood. I closed the door open and called her, "Grandma."

Grandma is a very funny person, and one door is enough for her to play for a long time. When she became interested, she opened the door of the smallest and darkest room in her house and pulled me to hide in. Or pretended to be surprised and said, "Shhh-Nannan, don't talk, the wolf is coming around the mountains... The child is going to be eaten!" Or she sat upright: "Class: Cough, today's night school we are going to talk about "Spring" by Mr. Zhu Ziqing ..." I didn't accompany her to perform: "Do you still know "Spring"? Then what is the central part of "Spring"?" Seeing that she couldn't continue, she opened the door, and the sunlight slipped in in an instant, and a round of light was wiped from her hair.

This "unreasonable" grandma cooks very well and is extremely fragrant.

When I came home from school, I ignored the colorful stalls on the street, ran all the way home, and then walked upstairs lightly, stood in front of the faint stone-green door, took a deep breath, and shouted happily like a bird: "Today is a little osmanthus flower!" The grandma came over in her "wide robe and big sleeves" with bright colors as bright as spring: "I guessed right, I'll give you a bowl of it in the door." She pulled the door hard, and the sun shone her face as jade, with a warm texture. The wine vortex beside her face was extremely indistinguishable under the wrinkles, but now she smiled and was particularly obvious, brushing on her thin face like a flower blooming with a smile.

The sky at night is a dark ink color, and it is not clear.

Neither grandma nor I like black people, so I kept the door open for each other. As soon as I looked up, I knew that the other party and I were shrouded in the same darkness. With my companions, the "monsters and demons" hidden in the night fled through the warm breath and breath that the companions came from the crack of the door.

Such a good grandma has only been with me for three years. It was as if I was a wild child who slipped into the crack in the door. When I was found, I was thrown out.

When the grandmother was lying on the hospital bed, she looked at me, turned her wrist and stretched forward slightly.

This action has almost become my lingering dream.

Does she want to tell us where the treasure of our family is buried? That was an action of opening the door...

Suddenly, I understood: "I will live in your heart." This is what the grandma wants to say.

I have a door hidden in my heart, and there are old friends and the warmth of childhood.

[Author Profile] Yang Ziyu, grew up in the ancient and modern Yuzhou , a high school student who has just left the junior high school campus who is diligent in the literary world.

He studied hard. The life experience at the age of fifteen is not long, but she lurks deeply in the vast sea of ​​books, recites it at the age of five, writes essays at the age of seven, and writes poems at the age of ten. Bajin , Lu Xun, Zhang Ailing , Hugo , Balzac , Shakespeare ...Absorb the thoughts and nutrition of these giants day and night.

There are many people traveling. On the thousands of miles of beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland, she observes the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, enjoys the cultural landscape, and sees the smoke of history...

She is good at thinking. She is like a hardworking little bee, in the morning, dusk, evening, and daytime, and she always takes the little bits of picking and thinking into her pen, and hundreds of poems flow into a stream of its own style.