It began to rain the night before yesterday, and it rained all day yesterday. When I wake up at night and open the window, I still see the Mao Mao rain falling under the street lamp outside the window.

Yesterday morning, I saw the tops of poplar trees sprouting slightly. At night, I saw that the buds had become much bigger. Here's the thing. Subtle changes have taken place unconsciously, and people who bow their heads and rush about will not understand.

Some people say that standing in the bamboo forest will hear the sound of jointing, which is very exaggerated. After seeing the change of tree buds in the drizzle, I believed it.

Society is always changing, forcing people to pursue more and better things, ignoring the beauty around them, forgetting to maintain and cherish the people and things around them, and losing a lot in the pursuit, while people are unaware of it.

When I saw my eldest brother twenty or thirty kilometers away that day, I saw him getting thinner and older. The whitest and most beautiful eldest brother in the family is not like this. I am always a little embarrassed.

Eldest brother is grandpa's eldest grandson, and naturally he receives many preferential treatments. He also inherited the advantages of family appearance, big eyes, high nose and double eyelids, but whiter and more handsome than grandpa, and he is also an excellent person. He was my favorite big brother when I was a child. He was one of the few high school students in the village at that time. At that time, it would be good to graduate from primary school, but he brushed off a lot in junior high school, and even many people gave up halfway, so at that time, Big Brother was a very superior place. I remember that he often came home to watch my sister and I do our homework and often gave us problems. I will answer better than my sister, so I am always praised. I am four years younger than my sister, two grades lower. I always answer some knowledge questions first, so my eldest brother makes me feel alive.

Grandpa looks good. His best-looking children are her sister-in-law and her fifth uncle. Grandpa is good-looking, too, but it's a little dark. He is particularly kind and stubborn, so his comprehensive score is low. Sister-in-law and fifth uncle are different, not to mention good-looking, but also very soft-tempered, do not argue with others, gentle and modest, do not care too much about anything, and cherish people with the same characteristics, and good looks are also a basis for mutual appreciation, so they are very popular with grandpa.

My little aunt was really a beautiful person when I was a child. She speaks slowly, with big eyes and double eyelids. In today's words, she is very Buddhist, quiet and kind.

Little aunt's house, I haven't been there much. Her home is in the village on Paint Road four miles away. It is not far from a bridge with a big aqueduct, and it is not far to the south and then to the west. When I was a child, I came to see my little aunt every Spring Festival, that is, I put down a handbag gift and went to sit at my mother-in-law's house, and then rushed to my aunt's house a few miles away, so I didn't eat much there. My little aunt, like grandpa, doesn't talk much and doesn't have anything nice to say. She doesn't seem very enthusiastic about people. She looks like her grandfather, much like me.

Because of her beauty, her sister-in-law married her brother-in-law who works in our coal mine coking plant. That year, people in rural areas were very proud to find a worker, and her brother-in-law lived in the village across the bridge.

My brother-in-law is very talkative and has a loud voice. Especially after drinking wine, the speech is even more impassioned. His eyes are big, but they are not as beautiful as my aunt's. It is because he is not white or clean. I heard grandma say with a smile that he was burning coke in the coal mine and it burned black. For example, she dotes on her children, saying that my father was white when he was a child, so white that he could see the blue veins on his nose, while my father, like her, was a standard yellow skin. In her place, all the boys are good and there is nothing wrong with them. But her attitude towards her big aunt, who is only one year younger than her father, is quite different. It's just that grandma said my brother-in-law went to work in the cold storage on the coal mine, and it was still so dark. I think it's because the coke burns too much heat, and the roasted brother-in-law is very angry.

My brother-in-law is very talkative, especially after drinking. When I was a child, I was impressed by his big eyes and scary eyelashes. When I was a child, I thought that eyelashes with long hair were like this. It is estimated that when I close my eyes, my eyes will itch.

My brother-in-law seemed a little anxious when he was provoked. He speaks as loudly as possible, and he is straightforward and enthusiastic, like a Liangshan hero. What impressed me most about him was that he came to my house in summer, and when the tea was hot, he would roll up his trouser legs. He has a lot of long black leg hair on his legs. We all say that he looks like a hairy monkey, with black hair sticking out of his nostrils. To me, this is a very strange person. Although the whole family is not very white, they are all thin and tender, and there is no obvious hair, so my brother-in-law has become a very strange place in my childhood.

My brother-in-law looks fierce, but there is nothing to say about the supply of grandparents. Every year, the coal for grandparents' home heating is the briquette pulled by my uncle from the mine. Those briquettes are white and slightly gray. They are made of coke from a coking plant. The fire was very strong, but there was no smoke. They are oval and slightly flat. They are beautiful and clean. That is the best coal I have ever seen since I was a child, and I have never seen it since. It was not until this winter that sawdust was collected from the log furniture factory in the east of the brigade to keep the tap water in the old courtyard warm that I saw it again, but it was black. Asked about its use, I heard that it could not help burning and emitting black smoke, so a beautiful thing of childhood could never be found.

My little aunt later moved to the mine with her two children, so we seldom went to her bridgehead home. We just go there for a walk every year during the Spring Festival to see her mother-in-law and leave a big Pippi bag there. We shouted and went to menstruation's house to have a look. We had dinner at menstruation's house. After dinner, we went to Qiaotou Village to get our big black Pippi bag back.

My aunt's earliest home in the mine was a bungalow with a small yard. My aunt raised some chickens and ducks with nylon gauze in the west of the yard. At that time, I was studying in Yuancheng, and once I went to the mine to visit my relatives by bike with a little girl classmate in Honghe Town. She went to see her uncle, while I went to see my sister-in-law.

Woke up in the middle of the night and fell asleep again. After waking up, I ate something and continued to write.

This mine is about 50 miles from the school. We got there by bike for an hour or two, and then we parted ways.

My aunt has a cousin who looks like her uncle, but her skin color is white. Because she didn't see much when she was a child, she didn't like to talk very much at that time, and although my little aunt didn't like to talk, there was no gap between me and her because of blood relationship. It is said that grandparents also live in that small yard. Although my family live in different places, they are all in the same place on the same day or different days because of blood relationship. Later, although they were all gone, they were blossoming waves in my memory.

Life is boundless, bland, and faint affection and warmth often remind people of many things. This is the bright color of life in days when there are not many beautiful days.

I catch the warmth in my memory, or look up when I bow my head in a hurry, or look up at night and see the lighted window at home.

No matter how many cool thin there are in the world, the warmth in your memory is also the driving force and direction of your life.

Dedicated to Tomb-Sweeping Day of 202 1!