Grandma, grandma's prose

Grandma, it has been many years since she died. In her later years, she was so attached to the world. Even if the world keeps her politely for another day, she will smile like a child, as if forgetting the hardships of life and the torture of illness, but in the end she still endured the illness and left with regret and helplessness.

Grandma's life is so ordinary that her full name is not left in the genealogy. I only remember her surname as Shi, and occasionally I heard people call her "A Nai" or "Lao Nai" in dialect. As for whether her name is written like this, I don't know or study it. Later, I asked my mother that she had never read a book and was completely at a loss. I didn't know my grandmother had a full name.

Grandma was born in a remote mountain village. At that time, most people there lived a farming and pastoral life of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset". It is said that due to the poverty in her family, she learned from an early age that hard work is the greatest viability, and has long been an indispensable labor force at home, doing housework at home or doing farm work in the fields.

Grandma gave birth to four sons and three daughters and adopted a girl all her life. At first, the girl was just born for a few months and her mother died unfortunately. Grandma adopted her out of sympathy. Grandma has always regarded her as her own. But I didn't expect that one day, after my grandmother worked hard to raise her, she left without saying goodbye and went to recognize her biological father. Later, she came to her grandmother's house once, not to be grateful, but to borrow money. No money. Grandma is still overjoyed, be caring and attentive. Since then, there has been no news, and grandma has never confided a complaint to outsiders. She often talks about it and wishful thinking that she will come again.

Grandma seems to have inexhaustible strength and work. For her, the meanest thing in the world is probably time, and she never gets more. But in her busy schedule, she kept the house clean, with no oil stains on the tables and chairs, and the floors of the two wooden houses were scrubbed spotless. Later, even if grandma was seriously ill, she didn't forget to do housework. Until the last moment of her life, she always reminded the whole family of their diet and daily life. For children, grandma only loves desperately and never thinks about her own safety and happiness.

In order to make up for her family and improve her life, grandma often goes out on long trips to buy and sell pickled aquatic products. I once heard my mother say that there was no large wholesale market in the early years. In order to buy goods more cheaply and save costs, my grandmother took a boat to an island and bought goods directly from fishermen. If it's windy and rainy, and the boat bumps, grandma will inevitably feel dizzy and vomit; After shopping, grandma gets up early every day, carrying a heavy burden on her thin shoulders, walking on the rugged mountain road and selling in remote villages. Although those villages are sparsely populated, grandma always sells some every time she goes. Due to overwork, grandma fainted after selling it home many times, and it took a long time to recover slowly, but she never called herself tired and bitter. When I was a child, I most expected my grandmother to come to our village to sell aquatic products. As long as she comes, our food will be rich. In my impression, although my grandmother can't read, her language ability is amazing. Every time the villagers ask grandma if it can be cheaper, grandma always answers with a smile: it can't be cheaper, or even the toll can't be paid. As she spoke, she grabbed some more from the bag and handed it to each other. When the other party pays, grandma only gives four, not five, odd change.

My mother has never seen my grandmother blushing and quarreling with others; Even if people make trouble, she always coaxed each other, smiled at each other, looked at each other kindly, and finally made up, made up again, and was sent to welcome. It is said that one summer at noon, grandma excitedly sent meals to grandpa who was working in the field; Grandpa just took the lunch box, suddenly lost his temper, threw it far away, and kept complaining, which made others dumbfounded; But grandma was as cool as a cucumber, as if ready, and hurried to find the lunch box that had been thrown far away, corrected the deformed lunch box hard, picked up the food scattered in the ground bit by bit, and took it home angrily without saying a word. A few days later, they made up again. In this regard, I really want to personally verify and ask my grandmother or grandfather, but I can't bear to speak after all. In fact, many times, grandma's good temper has become her and her family's amulet and firewall.

Grandma has never read books, but she buys a new almanac every year. After getting up every day, grandma will ask grandpa to read her the notes written in the solar calendar. As for what was taboo and what was suitable for doing that day, she knew it by heart, treated it with caution and never dared to cross the line. Whenever she meets an important day, she will make a distinctive mark on a page of the yellow calendar. My uncle's unfortunate early death made my grandmother more Buddhist. Before going to the temple every time, she fasted for a few days and carefully prepared sacrifices; After each worship ceremony, she seems to glow gradually.

Grandma's house is close to my hometown. Grandma often comes to my house to help her mother with housework when she is free, and brings some delicious food every time. The three of us are very happy and cheering. What impressed me the most was that the skins of oranges, apples and water chestnuts she brought were wrinkled and the pulp was shriveled and rotten. At first glance, I knew that they were kept by my grandmother for a long time. She couldn't bear to eat them herself, so she kept them for her grandchildren.

When I was 12 or 13 years old, I used firewood for cooking at home, and I always piled some firewood in front of the stove. All the chickens and ducks at home like to lay eggs in that firewood pile. One day, an old hen jumped out of the firewood pile and kept giggling. I knew it was laying eggs as soon as I heard it. When I was excited, I found that the old hen was originally next door, and my heart was inevitably lost. After I made up my mind to keep the egg for myself, in order to avoid the suspicion of my neighbors, I immediately turned around and drove it away because the old hen was crowing at my house. Grandma was a little confused when she saw it. After learning the reason, she said to me seriously: "You can't be greedy and cheap. Children develop bad habits and it is difficult to make a big difference when they grow up. " Hearing this, I flushed and couldn't speak. After all, I understood grandma's inculcation and generously and reluctantly returned the warm and lovely eggs to my neighbors.

Later, my mother followed my eldest brother to live in the town, but my grandmother still took time to visit. Every time she goes, she always brings some local products such as potatoes, white radishes, dried sweet potatoes and ginger. When she is in good health, she often carries two bags full. When she is weak, she often carries a basket. If one day she comes home empty-handed, she must be in a hurry, or she is really weak. Grandma talked happily many times in front of children and outsiders, saying that my sister-in-law hit her on the back and cut her nails too long.

Grandma died of chronic bronchitis and emphysema. Unless the pain is unbearable, she will never tell outsiders about her illness, and she is reluctant to spend money to go to the hospital. When she was seriously ill in hospital, she repeatedly asked about the medical expenses. However, when he was discharged from the hospital, he suspected that he was not completely cured and was unwilling to leave the hospital.

Before grandma died, grandpa was most worried. Grandpa has long been used to relying on grandma to take care of his life. Grandpa expected grandma to die soon, so he secretly went to the clinic to buy a box of sleeping pills, and prepared to take her away as soon as grandma left. Fortunately, my aunt found out and stopped it in time. Today, grandma is resting in the bamboo forest. If she knew what was going on underground, she would be relieved. Grandpa has gradually adapted to the lonely life.

After my grandmother died, every time I went to visit my grandfather, I never saw my grandmother waiting for me at the village entrance. The bitter and maple trees in Weicunkou, which have a history of hundreds of years, still stand there, looking particularly vigorous and lush.