Being away from home and away from relatives, what other stories do you know that express this feeling?
The sunlight outside the window penetrates into the house and shines on my computer desktop, just like the warm longing intertwined with the weakest emotions in my heart; my grandmother---the one who loved my grandma in my hometown in Hunan. This is the title that I will pronounce when I am babbling; Grandma, I know that you like to hear me call you like this the most. I know that because of your deep love for me, I know that you are the one who loves me most in the world. My dearest person, you have never left me. . . . . .
Grandma, maybe we have the deepest relationship between grandparents and grandchildren in the world. This relationship even surpasses that of my parents. You raised me single-handedly. In addition to not giving birth to me, you also have a lot of upbringing and education. The process is completely in your hands; I am willing to go anywhere with you, because I have trusted you very much since I was a child; no one can replace your position in my heart!
Grandma; the day after I learned that you passed away peacefully, I rushed back from a different place. In your room, which I am most familiar with and the most kind to, I breathed the air you left, working hard Looking for my favorite scent of you; that night, on the bed that had not been made for you, I got into your bed again, really wanting to feel your remaining warmth again, and on the other side of the bed, I still wanted to I once again put your feet in my arms to warm them, just like when I was a child, you put my feet in your arms countless times on cold nights. It was so kind and warm. . Grandma, when you were lying peacefully in the coffin on the third day when the coffin was about to be closed, I burst into tears again. Uncle Man beside me told me not to let my tears fall on the old man’s face, so I could only wipe them off my face. With tears, I stretched out my hand to touch your forehead and cheeks for the last time, as well as the mahogany comb and floral handkerchief you always used; through my sight blurred by tears, I wanted to be nice to you for the last time. I will look at you carefully; then I will escort you to that Feng Shui treasure land surrounded by mountains and rivers, and watch the coffin being slowly placed into the deep grave. Under the coffin is your favorite set of green and black clothes. According to local customs, , so that you can go to the other side of the world with peace of mind; watching people bury the coffin with shovels of earth with iron catalpas, those handfuls of iron catalpas, those shovels of earth instantly broke my heart; my I knelt on my knees for a long time and kept saying, "Grandma, have a good journey, I will come back to see you." . . . . .
Yes, grandma; in the days when you just passed away, you appeared in my dreams almost every day, and it was so real; the one I remember most clearly was when I was half awake and half dreaming. He blurts out to you, "Grandma, help me get those cloth shoes quickly." At this time, I vaguely saw your most kind smile, which I love to see the most, walking towards my bed carrying my cloth shoes; then I took the shoes you handed me, and then you sat down and hugged me. Looking at me; then, I found myself lying on my bed, opened my eyes, and looked at the dark night without your figure. The tears in the corners of my eyes also wetted the pillow towel; after a while, I turned on the light and sat up. I leaned down and saw my cloth shoes neatly placed beside my bed. . . . . . Is the strange twists and turns in this dream a coincidence? My grandma loves to help me pack and put away my cloth shoes. Could this be all of this? . . . . . Ah, no, I couldn't tell if all this was a dream or reality.
Oh, Grandma; I remember every place in my hometown you took me to, every story you told me, and I still remember every song you sang to me when I slept. Song; remember every delicious meal you cooked for me, remember every piece of clothing and pair of shoes you made for me. . . . . .
I remember you taught me how to catch fish in the creek, catch loaches in the mud pond, pick vegetables in the vegetable garden, collect firewood in the back mountain forest, dig bamboo shoots, and identify every plant and flower in the back mountain forest; I I still remember learning about the old rosewood bed left by my grandpa in your old house, the exquisitely carved wooden lion on the top of the bed, the beautiful stained glass inlaid on the headboard, and the rosewood hanging There are two large wardrobes with big copper rings, which always have my favorite peanut candy, pumpkins, eggplants, and dried sweet potatoes made by you; and the clean silver candlestick on the windowsill. , the blue and white porcelain jar filled with snow water for making pickles under the rosewood table; I still remember the old Chinese medicine book with yellow pages that you took out from the cabinet and kept when my grandpa was still alive and working as a doctor, and you will always talk to me about it. See how grandpa brought you a good life. . . . . . He also let me know the difference between the taste of glutinous rice cakes brought in the old house and those bought outside. Only then did I know how delicious the Leicha ground in my own small iron trough was. Only then did I know that there is something in your bedroom. The joy of the antiques left behind by my grandpa, the needles, threads, and buttons in your drawer gave me a visual impact, allowing me to feel your simplicity. . . . . . This is also the reason why I will stay diligent and frugal in the future.
Grandma, you have lived a life of indifference without losing taste, strong and opinionated; you are kind-hearted and considerate; you have taught me by example to admire things and things that are true, good and beautiful, and you never go If you hurt others, you won’t even hurt every little animal around you; if you help poor people, you will still take care of others even when your own living situation is not very good at that time; you will always stand on the side of others. To consider problems, understand others, and be kind to others; so I want to thank you, my dear grandma, for giving me a good mentality in the future. Even when I have encountered difficulties and setbacks, you will remind me of you. Regarding my teachings and actions, I will be stronger and more relieved than ordinary people, will make me more open-minded and indifferent, and will not let my pure heart be filled with hatred; or you told me since I was a child that to be a woman, you must have an independent personality, To be financially independent, you must rely on your own ability to have enough food and clothing instead of getting something for nothing; the words "No matter what others have, it's not as good as what you have" will always echo in my ears and will always remain in my mind and memory. . . . . . Although I am not rich now, I still have the pride and satisfaction of reaping the rewards of sowing and cultivating. I have the mentality of seeing rainbows despite hardships, and I also have a healthy body and mind. . . . . . This is all the blessings I have; Grandma, this is the greatest wealth you have given me in life.
Yes, my dear grandma; you have given me so much love, but what can I give you in return? I know from the bottom of my heart that the love you give me is selfless, isn’t it? Need anything in return! And I will always be tortured and uncomfortable by the state of mind of "I want to support my son but my mother is not there"; this feeling becomes more and more intense as I grow older...
Being in the world We have been apart for decades, grandma! When I go back to my hometown to see my parents, I will go to the place where you and I once lived and the old house after we moved to take a look and walk; It no longer exists. Jianshe Intersection has long been built into a bustling commercial district. Compared with the scene in my childhood memory, it is completely different. However, grandma, I can still clearly feel the presence of your familiar breath, as if I can still see it. When you walked to the front of the house to greet me, I seemed to still hear your friendly voice, "Quiet, you are back again." I seemed to smell the food you made with your own hands wafting out from the kitchen of your old house. The lingering fragrance of the food; I finally understand that my attachment to my hometown in Xiangtan is just because of my grandmother here!
Grandma, how wonderful it would be if you were still here! I want to take you to my home in Beijing to enjoy the happiness. I want to drive you to visit every corner of Beijing, to appreciate every beautiful scene, and to make you happy and happy. I also want to buy you your favorite things! After eating peach cakes and all other delicacies in Beijing, I will take you to a luxury shopping mall and buy you a black fragrant cloud gauze dress that you have only worn during festivals in your life and gold jewelry that you had thrown away in the hard days.
Because I know that my grandma will live a long and beautiful life! Because I also know that my grandma likes to enjoy everything her "Jingjingya" gives her the most!
Grandma, I know you are looking at me lovingly in heaven; I know you will hear all the words I say to you; I know you will still give me strength when I am in pain; I I also know that you will still share with me when I am happy; I also know that you never have the heart to leave me! At this time, I, your favorite granddaughter, will hum to you another song that you once loved to hum to me. That ballad: "The moon is shining brightly. There's a mother sitting in my pocket. Mom goes out to buy groceries. There's a grandma sitting in my pocket. Grandma comes out to embroider and rustle a big glutinous rice cake." May I hum softly and fly to the distant horizon, fly to In the ears of my dear grandma; Grandma, did you hear it? Am I still not out of tune like I was when I was humming along with you? Grandma, I really wanted to let you hum along again. While touching my back, he coaxed me into a sweet dreamland, letting me dream about my favorite big rag doll in my dream, and letting me relive the good old days of my childhood...
So, what about my second uncle who is also very dear to me? It’s okay for you to be in heaven. I think you can’t bear to leave me just like my grandmother! I miss you, I think so.
Reminiscing about my far away relatives
On the occasion of Qingming Festival, I would like to dedicate this document to my dearest grandmother.