Do you want the dead to live or let the dead live?

The Double Ninth Festival is coming, and I think of my grandmother.

Grandma died when I was 12 years old. Every year on her birthday, I go to her grave to pay homage. Grandma loves me and my two sisters very much, and we love grandma very much, but grandma died.

Grandma is the best person and the best old man in the world. She likes listening to plays and telling us stories.

I don't know if grandma is enjoying herself in heaven. She must be very happy and have no illness. Grandma never lived a good life like a fool in her life, but when the good days came, she suddenly left us. Grandma died many years ago, and I have always kept her photos in an album.

I like grandma to laugh, and I like to sleep with grandma's arm. Grandma's feet were wrapped in the old society and didn't recover until she left.

Grandma, she is smiling in heaven.

Memory grandma

After all, it is late autumn, and the weather is getting colder every day. This is still the case in traffic, not to mention the north. I think. I have been living in the solar calendar these days, and I have forgotten the traditional solar terms, and I don't know which one to turn to for help. It was not until I felt really cold that I inadvertently realized that the Double Ninth Festival was approaching. I suddenly remembered the old saying that "life is easy to get old, and it is the Double Ninth Festival, and now it is the Double Ninth Festival", and suddenly remembered my grandmother's birthday.

I remember a few years ago, when I was with my grandmother, every day, my family just didn't celebrate this birthday, and they were all very happy. It is often said that the elderly at home are healthy, hardworking and smart, which is the blessing of their children, stronger than anything else. I believe. Therefore, on the Double Ninth Festival, she is always beaming. Just like Chinese New Year, grandma is smiling. Especially after I left school, her little feet were fumbling and busy.

Looking back, I spent three years in high school with my grandmother. Now that I think about it, it was her happiest day. Cook for me every day until I come back from school. Until the year she went to Guangzhou to repeat her studies, and later in her study career, she was always in hope and missing. I can't stand it, but there's nothing I can do. I went back to visit her during the winter and summer vacations. Every time I saw her, she always looked at me back to the alley of the old house and the road I walked. When she really saw me, she was smiling. Under the envy of the nearby aunts, she took me to the old house, then took out the good things that others gave her but didn't want to eat, and sat on the kang asking questions. Every time I think back to that scene, I don't feel sad. I know she has been waiting for her grandson for countless days. Although it's only for a few days, she still likes it. She continued to talk about what she thought of me in the past year, said the "old three articles" that must be said every time, and told some stories that I already understood in my heart.

Now grandma has left me forever. In recent years, every time I go back to my hometown and pass by the old alley to go to my uncle's house, I can't see her. Qingshan is still the same, my hometown is still the same, and I am still the same, just without grandma's smiling face. Last year, I took my wife back to my hometown for the New Year. The family was beaming and suddenly thought of her old man. If I were older, I wouldn't have seen her granddaughter in the end. My heart is almost sad, although I know that people can't be resurrected, although I know that our life will get better and better, although I know that if she knows about the underground, she will be happy for her grandson, but every time I think about family reunion, I just lack her, and every time I think that people leave just when we are going to be filial to her.

In recent years, every time I go back, I secretly go to grandma's grave and cry bitterly, although there are other festivals in the village that don't go to the grave. It was also at this time that I really felt the heartache of "filial piety, absence of relatives". Now I have been working for more than two years, and my grandmother has been dead for almost four years, but my thoughts about her have deepened with the years!