A little story from the 80s, in the countryside, at my grandmother's house, do you remember?

I entered kindergarten when I was 8 years old.

The school is in the village, with three rows of bungalows, the first row being a kindergarten. The second row is for grades one through three. The third row is for grades three through six. There is a long-standing kapok tree in the school, and whenever the kapok withers, we like to pick it up and play, the snow-white kapok is light and soft in our hands! As soon as the wind blows, the sky fills with white silk!

On weekend mornings, I would walk alone to my grandmother's house, passing through 4 villages, usually 4 hours to get there.

Whenever I walk to the mouth of Grandma's Village, I will meet adults who are busy with field work, and they will greet me warmly, "Come to Grandma's house, welcome welcome, go, go to our house to eat, don't be polite, etc."! Sometimes adults have something delicious in their hands and will stuff it into me!

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, she was very happy to see me, and she would always say, "I am waiting for you to come"! In fact, I am even happier, I like to stay with my grandmother, that kind of emotion is particularly kind, warm!

Grandma is particularly capable, in addition to farm work, she can also knit sweaters and embroider flowers, which is really skillful. Her life was always well organized. She had a fulfilling and happy day!