Whenever I read the sentence "put away the old days, think slowly and lose weight slowly", I always think that the woman who put away the old days should be a woman like grandma. After a long time, I can't go anywhere. It's best to fold up the lost old days bit by bit and look at them with satisfied eyes.
The old time passed through the dust and had a unique spirituality. If you break any paragraph at will, it is a drunken state of flowers watching flowers bloom. Even suffering, after time brewing, will become a powerful supply.
When I went to the cake shop to get the cake, I was attracted by a peach cake. Peach cakes are stacked in a square, wrapped in natural paper, with 32K red trademark paper on the surface and some dark patterns. The whole trademark only has the word "peach crisp". The thin rope wiped with cotton paper is tied, leaving two small rope loops that can be hooked with fingers. This simple old smell immediately touched me. Ask the waiter if the old man can eat. Is the entrance soft? The waiter said it was for the elderly. I bought two suitcases. When walking on the road, I think if I put on a cotton cheongsam, I will have a different taste.
When I was a child, I visited relatives. There were always people walking leisurely in the street with such packaged peach cakes, and greeting acquaintances. The oncoming person said enviously, "I'm here to visit relatives. Alas, where's Taosu?" People who visit relatives show vanity and contentment, and hold peach cakes high: "Yes, go and see my aunt, the old lady loves peach cakes and is filial!" " "Then a shallow smile, nod, the pace is still calm, like a star walking on the red carpet, can't wait to get out of all kinds of customs. Directly provoked the oncoming people to scold "smelly show off" in their hearts, but at the same time they couldn't help but admire that "this guy has a fairly comfortable life."
Grandma saw these two packages of peach cakes in a pile of gifts at a glance and held them in her hand and looked at them again and again. I wonder if this nostalgic bag will remind grandma of which story in which year and month?
After lunch, grandma went back to bed and sat cross-legged. I sat by her bed and talked to her. Grandma said, "Look, at your age, you are wearing fancy pants again. I said it was a flower, and your mother insisted on wearing it. Wouldn't it be a joke if others saw it? " As he spoke, he pinched his trouser legs with two fingers and looked embarrassed. At first glance, grandma's pants really have a kind of dark flowers, woven jacquard and black flowers on a black background. I can't see them without careful study, but grandma's expression makes me feel more eye-catching.
I began to ignore grandma's clothes a long time ago. The same style, mostly gray and black, looks like the same suit. I usually pay more attention to her health. Usually I ask her how she eats and how she sleeps well. Although grandma has always been clean, with her hair neatly tied behind her ears and her skirt always flat, I have never talked about her appearance. Seeing grandma's expression today, I can't help but feel heartache. It is a woman's nature to love beauty. A woman who loves beauty can always be transparent regardless of her age and appearance.
Grandma is a little deaf. When talking to her, most of them are talking, and I'm listening. Say a word or two occasionally, not only simple and clear, but also loudly. Grandma said, "After beginning of spring, it will rain in a few days, and the year will start again. The land is soaring and the wheat seedlings will turn green. " I said, "Yes." Suddenly, there was a breath of spring in the room. I took a deep breath and felt relieved physically and mentally. Drizzle, bud, comes out in my heart.
Grandma added that people are just like crops. When Xin Wei was young, he looked forward to growing up day by day. He hated the length of time. A solar term expects a solar term. After the rain, I expect to be shocked. When I was shocked, I looked forward to the vernal equinox. I am anxious to spread my branches and leaves, and I am anxious to sprout and head. I don't think this life is getting shorter and shorter. I'm just planning my own harvest. Harvest, seeds into the granary, their own lives are gone. Then, watch your children and grandchildren take root again, looking forward to growth, looking forward to growth. Crops are harvested one after another, and people change crop after crop.
I said yes.
Grandma said, I see your father, aunt and uncle are still crawling around, and now they are grandparents. I didn't take care of you when you were young. I haven't studied enough. You grew up in the blink of an eye. When I said "quick", I turned back and forth several times. Before I figured it out, I was old. Grandma covered her mouth with her hand when she said these words. Last autumn, grandma's two front teeth left their jobs, and their positions were very empty, and their speeches were a little leaking.
Grandma suddenly fell silent when she spoke. I looked down, fingered my nails, and then asked her, are you tired? Lie down and sleep for a while. She shook her head: "I can't sleep. You see, I usually lie with my eyes closed, but I can't sleep. It's hard to sleep as well as before. I also wake up after a nap at night, and then wake up after a nap. I don't know how many times I have to wake up in one night to understand the sky. "
I just listened and said nothing more. The deeper the water of life, the colder it is. There's no need to let go. This is a depth beyond the reach of language. When I saw grandma, she just looked up at me. I smiled and changed the subject. When will my uncle's son get married? Have you seen his granddaughter? Grandma has a smile on her face: "Yes, I do. My daughter-in-law is thin and beautiful, which makes people sweet. It is said to be Yantai. In fact, my hometown is not Yantai, just like your mother, not at home. "
Grandma never admits that her mother's family is home, and people who leave that village are called "going out". Our home will always be in that village. Even if we don't have our own house, our home can only be located in that village.
My subconscious is the same as my grandmother's, and that village is our home. On that day, I came across a sentence in an article "Walking and Memory": Our village will disappear one day. My heart suddenly hurts like a needle. The village has disappeared, where is the soul? My son and I were eating rice noodles at that time. In the steaming, my heart is lonely, as if rice noodles were stuffed into that text. My stomach has never declined, my heart is empty and my stomach is empty.
San Mao said: Everyone has an acre of land in his heart. I said that everyone who comes out of the countryside has a village in his heart. Simple and casual, full of dust, full of vicissitudes, but with unspeakable tranquility.
One afternoon, I sat with my grandmother. Ninety-three years old, long life, but there is no joy in grandma's expression. When life comes to an end, it's neither sad nor happy. One afternoon, grandma didn't talk about what had happened. Those years are gone and cannot be redeemed. I once told my friends how wonderful it is to write down some words and read them when I am too old to go anywhere. Look at my grandmother, and I know that one day, I am too old to go anywhere and don't even care about my memories.