Impression of grandparents: prose
Grandma died and was buried in Dongshan, Urumqi, which is now located on a hillside on the north side of Xinjiang coal mine chemical plant in Jianquangou, Urumqi. After grandpa died, he was buried in his old graveyard. After Tomb-Sweeping Day in 2003, grandma's bones were lifted, taken back to their hometown's cemetery by uncles and aunts, and buried with grandpa, which brought the old couple back together after nearly 20 years of death.
Before grandma's bones were taken back to her hometown, every time she went to Tomb-Sweeping Day, her aunts, uncles and mothers would visit grandma's grave. Since my grandmother's bones were picked up and transported back to my hometown, my aunt, uncle and my mother have never been to the cemetery where my grandmother was buried.
Grandparents have been dead for nearly 30 years, but the image of the old couple before their death has always been very clear in my heart. Because, in my childhood, because my grandparents died earlier, I was not born when my grandfather died, and I was only four or five years old when my grandmother died. So in the lifetime of my grandma and grandpa, that is to say, among all the close old people in our family, I have the deepest impression on my grandma and grandpa.
My deep impression of my grandparents has a lot to do with my childhood and adolescence when I lived with the old couple. So it is not difficult for me to recall some situations of my grandma and grandpa before their death. Even though I lived with the old couple in those years and was angry with them because I was young and ignorant, the constant affection between me and the old couple made me unforgettable.
I remember when I was four or five years old, my parents wanted to see my sister because she had osteomyelitis. My younger brother was young and my parents couldn't take care of me, so they sent me to my grandmother's house. Grandma makes me egg noodles every day and lets me eat them. From then on, in my childhood, I felt that my relatives were not only my parents, but also my grandparents.
When I was four or five years old, I didn't have a deep impression on my grandfather, which may be the reason why he often worked in the fields. What impressed me the most at that time was that my grandmother had her grandmother and menstruation. Her grandmother is now retiring in Xinjiang coal mine chemical plant (she had not come to work in Urumqi at that time). Later, I didn't know how to go back to my hometown-Qiancun. Now I know, and my menstruation tells me that I am talking about going home to take my brother Haisheng every day (at that time, my brother Haisheng may not be one year old), so my menstruation took me back to Qiancun behind my back and I met my brother.
Later, when I was in primary school, my grandmother was taken to Urumqi, Xinjiang by my uncle, and my period came, leaving my grandfather to live alone in my hometown.
Grandpa can only steam rice in his hometown, but can't steam steamed bread. My mother is afraid that he can't eat well. Every Saturday afternoon, she would steam a basket of steamed bread in advance and let me walk 10 miles to my grandfather's house after school.
In order to take a shortcut, I went directly from the wild into a railway station now called Zhandian and passed through several scattered cemeteries, but I don't know where I got the courage at that time, but I was not afraid at all.
I met my grandfather when I arrived at his home. It was dark, so I couldn't go back, so I slept with him. The next day (Sunday) afternoon, I walked back to my hometown Qiancun so as not to delay going to school on Monday.
Every time I go home, my mother wants to know the latest life of grandpa at home from my mouth. Every time I send a steamed stuffed bun to my grandfather, I will learn from his neighbors that my grandfather is looking forward to grandma coming back from Xinjiang every day so that she can cook for him when she comes back. Once, I heard that he angrily asked someone to write to his grandmother in Urumqi, Xinjiang. The content of the letter is: "Do you still want me?" This move is really clever. Menstruation quickly took advantage of the opportunity to visit relatives and sent grandma back to her hometown.
Grandma lives in a village on the north bank of the Yellow River, near the Yellow River Beach. There are two Yellow River dikes in the south of the village, which the villagers call one dike and two dikes. Erdao levee is close to the village, and there is a tributary of the Yellow River under it. The current is no different from the Yellow River. The current is very urgent, but the children in the village often swim in it, but they have never heard of drowning people in this tributary of the Yellow River.
Grandpa once warned me not to bathe in the river, which would drown people, but I didn't take his words to heart. Finally, I went swimming in the river with some friends I met in the south of the village, more than once.
I remember that the most interesting thing in that river was Zamengzi. He jumped into the river and didn't surface. It is thrilling to be washed out by the rushing Yellow River for tens of meters. Now think about how dangerous it is!
The Yellow River is muddy, sandy and unclean. My friends and I often climb out of the river with mud all over our faces and legs, and then go to the seaside to find some clarified puddles to wash off the yellow mud.
There are many tall walnut trees on both sides of the river. In summer, the walnut tree is covered with blue walnuts, and the breeze blows, and the dense leaves of the walnut tree make a rustling sound, which makes it feel particularly cool under the tree. My friends and I climbed the walnut tree many times to pick those immature green walnuts to play with.
Not far to the south, Erdao Dike is the Yellow River Dike, which is called Dike because it is much higher and longer than Erdao Dike. On the slope of the Yellow River levee, there are dense forests. At the top of the Yellow River levee, there is a dirt road, from time to time you can see all kinds of vehicles passing by. There is a wooden tower on one side of the dirt road. Every time the sun goes down, climb the wooden tower and look south. You can see the Yellow River Bridge across the north and south of Zhengzhou City and winding trains passing through it.
I am too timid to climb to the top of the wooden tower. I heard someone climbed up there. The villagers said that this wooden tower was a sentry post when the Japanese invaded China. In 2006, I visited my mother's hometown and lived in Urumqi for 40 years. He spent his childhood here, too. He said it was a weather vane to measure the wind direction, and I never verified it again. At that time, due to the wind, rain and sun, some wood at the bottom of the wooden tower had been corroded, so many people were afraid to go up, for fear that the wooden tower would break when it climbed halfway. Many times, I have climbed to one or two floors and dare not climb any more.
In my childhood, it can be said that my grandparents' home is the place I yearn for day and night. Not only me, but also my second brother and my younger brother feel the same way.
Grandma loves us very much. I remember one summer vacation, my grandmother's neighbor and I asked Gua Dan Er to pick up melon seeds in a Gua Tian on the south side of the Yellow River levee. Picking up melon seeds is to take out the pulp of rotten watermelon, then buckle the melon seeds one by one with your fingers and put them in the basket. When I got home, my grandmother spread the melon seeds I picked on the west side of the small kitchen near the east of their home for exposure. After drying, what I didn't expect was that grandma had put it away for me. Back to Qiancun, let me take them all home, but I didn't leave the next peak.
When I was in junior high school, my mother had the idea of letting me go to my grandmother's house to go to school. Her intentions are: first, she can help her grandparents do some work and take care of two old people casually; Second, in the future, if possible, you can live directly at your grandmother's house or inherit one of their five old houses. But in fact, I completely violated my mother's original intention and made my grandparents angry.
I have just lived in my grandparents' home from our village for a while, and my relationship with my grandparents is still very harmonious. This may also respond to the mother's words: "No matter how close the relatives are, there will be contradictions for a long time." That's true. Even when I was 15, 6 years old, I was still naive and stubborn, and I couldn't handle these contradictions, which eventually made me more and more rigid.
The cause of the incident was the summer of 198 1, which was in the busy season of agriculture, and the hometown was the season of rice transplanting. One of my classmates named Wei lives not far from the south of grandma's house. He asked me to help them plant seedlings in their rice fields after school in the afternoon, so I went. This is also a relatively normal thing now, and it is natural for neighbors to help each other. But the fact is not as simple as I thought. By the time I came back from somebody else's field, it was already very late.
Not long after I got home, I stood in the yard and saw my grandfather come back from the fields. Judging from his facial expression, he is very unhappy. Ask me what I did. Because I really didn't know that my grandfather needed to plant rice in the paddy field at this time. I said I helped my classmates transplant rice seedlings, which was not bad. This is a big problem. He roared, "You don't grow rice seedlings in your own house, but you go to work for someone else's house. I won't eat your meal today. " I thought it was okay to help others' families, so I talked back to their faces. This is terrible! Grandpa took a stick from the corner under the landlord's window and called me. Actually, it doesn't matter if I let him hit him a few times. How painful can an old man beat his grandson? I didn't understand this at that time. When he hit me with a stick, I ducked aside, so I grabbed the stick with both hands and pulled it hard to take it away from him, but I couldn't take it away no matter how hard I tried. At the same time, I am also very confused. I just heard my grandfather say, "hit me!" " You hit me! "
To tell the truth, I just don't understand it anymore, and I won't kill my grandfather with a stick! Because I am naive, I want to take the stick away from him. Unexpectedly, this fall startled my grandmother. She came out of the house and competed with my grandfather for a stick. I was very angry, so I grabbed the stick in one hand and pushed my grandmother away with my arm in the other. Because my grandmother is a little girl with little feet, I am taller than her. In a panic, my arms and sleeves rubbed against my grandmother's forehead, and suddenly my grandmother's forehead turned black. At this time, my grandfather changed his mouth and shouted, "Haijiang hit someone!" This shout doesn't matter. Neighbors ran out, especially my grandmother's family, and scolded me one by one, thinking that I was too ignorant to dare to beat the old man. Maybe I didn't clean up after all, but I don't want to eat rice and live at home.
I was scared and regretted it. I'm afraid that if things get too big, my mother will never leave me alone again. I regret having no place to live. How can I finish my studies at my grandmother's house? I was in a terrible mood at that time, and I was extremely uncomfortable. I think: just ten minutes can make my relationship with my grandparents so stiff!
That night, I carried the quilt I brought from my own home before going to my grandmother's house for school, and stayed at a classmate named Yang's house for one night, telling him about the contradiction between my grandmother and my grandfather. He sympathized with me and said, "It's all right. We live together. Eating is easy. You eat mine first. Go home when you are free and bring some flour to the school cafeteria. The canteen administrator will give you a meal ticket, and you can eat with it! "
The next afternoon after school, I returned to my hometown Qiancun. My parents didn't hit me after knowing that I got into trouble, but repeatedly blamed me for not offending the old man. Although I have a strange temper since I was a child, I am honest. My parents know my temper and character. They thought I wouldn't really hit my grandparents. Actually, grandma, grandpa's neighbors and my family don't think so. It is hard for me to argue.
Finally, on Sunday, I borrowed a bike to go home. After I told my parents what happened, my father didn't say anything, so my mother said, "People who are close to each other will get bored if they live together for a long time." With you, the old couple can't eat anything good they want. "
I now feel that what my mother said is not unreasonable. Because in the early 1980s, no one was rich, I lived in my grandmother's house, never gave them food, and always lived in someone else's house. The old couple want something to eat, and they are not free to go out because they have to consider cooking three meals for me every day. Not for a short time, but not after a year.
I brought a few kilograms of flour (including coarse grains and flour rice) at home and returned to school to be in charge of the school canteen. Since then, I have lived on campus with my classmates or different classes.
In the days of living on campus, my heart has been depressed. Fortunately, the time was not too long, so I took the senior high school entrance examination. I don't have the courage to go to grandma's house anymore. But one day, worse news happened, saying that my grandfather was working in a paddy field and accidentally fell down and broke his intestines. Great! So, my uncle had to come back from the distant Urumqi.
Later, I heard that my grandfather was sent to Xinxiang Hospital on the spot, and my mother went to nurse when she heard the news. My uncle went home and slept on the floor. I heard that my uncle is back. One night, I bravely went to my grandmother's house and explained to my uncle the process of my contradiction with my grandmother and grandfather. Unexpectedly, my uncle didn't listen to my explanation at all, just said, "Go! Go back to school! "
I was stubborn. After my uncle said this, I felt very wronged. I left my grandmother's house without saying anything and went to school without looking back.
It was not until I came to Urumqi in June of 1983+0 1 that the gap between my grandparents and uncles disappeared.
1in the autumn of 984, I went back to my hometown after menstruation and found my grandmother sick. Considering that menstruation and my mother didn't have time to take care of her grandmother, she took her grandmother to Urumqi and lived in a shanty town on Pingdingshan in Urumqi. At that time, I had been working in the dairy factory of Urumqi Milk Company. I still lived with my grandmother until I became a stevedore and moved to the factory. Later, when I became a milkman, I moved back home. They all had a good relationship with my grandmother.
Every time I come back from work, my grandmother always asks me, "Are you busy at work?" I said I work in a dairy factory, but I'm not busy. I often ask her about her hometown.
I remember that once my second brother in my hometown sent me a photo of his eldest son Pengfei, who was one year old. After I received it, I took it home to show it to my grandmother. Grandma is very happy. She smiled and said, "Look, how fat it is! Your second brother knows that I am here and sent the photo! "
Later, I learned that my grandmother had cervical cancer, which was advanced. However, menstruation did not give up the treatment of grandma's illness at all. He tried his best to treat his grandmother, and specially invited an old Chinese doctor to prescribe several medicines for her. Although grandma also took these drugs orally, it didn't relieve the symptoms at all, and it got worse every day. Sent to Xinjiang medical college, the doctor said that there was no way out, and grandma was taken home to recuperate.
One day after work, I was very happy to see my grandmother walking around on the ground, talking. Because I really don't know that my grandmother's illness has reached the advanced stage, I just secretly wish her a speedy recovery. I stepped forward, sat on grandma's bed and talked to grandma. Grandma saw me and was the first to talk to me: "Look at grandma!" " It seems very helpless. I said, "Grandma, it's okay. Your illness will be cured! " "Grandma is foot-binding, her feet are small, and she feels unstable when walking. It is obviously more difficult to walk when you are sick.
To my surprise, I heard the old man say that grandma got up and walked around, including what she said that day. The next day, grandma was lying in bed, unable to speak any more, and it was extremely difficult to breathe. That tone gives the impression that her throat is unclean and has phlegm, which makes people feel abnormal. This situation lasted for several days and nights. Some old people who know this phenomenon say, "Hurry up and prepare for the old people's funeral!" My aunt may have made grandma's shroud, but I didn't know it.
There are not many days apart. That afternoon, I came back from work in the dairy factory and felt very cold. The first snow may have fallen in Urumqi. As soon as I entered the aisle of the bungalow where Pingdingshan lived, I felt very quiet. When I got back to the house, I felt the lights were dim. When I met my aunt, I was alone at home. When she saw my first sentence, she said, "Your grandmother left!" I understand the meaning of menstruation.
Later, I learned that grandma's tone never broke because she didn't see her son, my uncle, before he left. That afternoon, after my uncle came, although grandma was completely speechless, she saw her son after all, so she finally swallowed her last breath after seeing her son.
In the middle of the back room, there is a floor. Grandma lay there quietly, her head covered and her body covered with white sheets.
Menstruation, seeing that I came back, asked me to accompany my grandmother, and she went out to coordinate and let people help with the funeral.
I sat next to grandma's body and didn't feel the slightest fear. Looking at grandma's body, I thought a lot. But it's even worse, because it's impossible to see her again. Thinking in my heart: how can a person's life be so short!
It was not until very late that my aunt came back from outside, followed by a fellow villager from Henan who came to Xinjiang in the fifties. He is helping us to make suggestions and find a way to come.
The next night, my uncle, aunt and cousin came. All my relatives gathered in Pingdingshan, a small bungalow that I will never forget, to wake my grandmother. According to the custom of our hometown, the old man died, stayed at home for three days before and after, and was buried in the afternoon of the third day.
After grandma died, my uncles and aunts helped take care of grandma's affairs, bought a coffin for grandma, and found a feng shui expert to choose a cemetery for grandma.
Later, I learned that feng shui is really good. The cemetery she designated for grandma is located on the hillside. From a distance, there is a hill and a stream at the foot of the mountain, which gives people an empty and vast feeling. But when someone was asked to dig a grave, they found a big stone below. Can Mr. Feng Shui change the location of the grave at will? There is no way. The grave digger invited by my uncle in the company just smashed more than half of the big stone with a pickaxe and dug up the whole position of the grave. On the afternoon of the third day, with the help of many good people, grandma's body was buried on that hillside.
I remember the day when grandma's body was buried. The weather is very cold, the sky is dark, and the biting cold wind keeps blowing. The hillside is covered with snow and the road is difficult to walk.
According to the custom of our hometown, on the second day of burial, all relatives will go to the cemetery to "pick soup" for the elderly. "Picking the soup", everyone buried a jiaozi in the grave, and dug it out later to see whose jiaozi became bigger and prove who was filial to the old man. But it was too cold that day, and jiaozi was frozen into a knot in one's heart before he was buried.
But in any case, grandma's body was buried smoothly. In the words of menstruation, she is a good person, with a good temper and a good heart all her life, and will not embarrass the younger generation! This is the result of the old man's lifelong accumulation of virtue!