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Have your time with you along the way

When I was walking around the village, someone always smiled and said to you, "Where did this little granddaughter go back then, and she grew so big in the blink of an eye." You also smiled and squinted in agreement, "Yeah, yeah. "I don't remember anything at that time, I wasn't impressed, but I seem to be able to imagine that on the field path at dusk, you held me in one hand and the old cow in the other.

In my memory, you always carried me back and forth to my home and small clinic, maybe the pills were really too bitter, but I was impressed by this paragraph. I was frail and sickly, always with a high fever in the middle of the night, the night in the countryside, there was no street lamp, it was very dark, the wind blew the rustle of plants, mixed with insects and dogs barking, you held me and played a flashlight, the faint light could not cast your hurried shadow, and even could not illuminate the road ahead. You slammed the door of the clinic very hard, and the old doctor who was already asleep came running to open the door and dispensed medicine for me in the dim light, he wrote the use of the medicine on the paper bag wrapped in the pills, and asked when to come back for the next few days. You are illiterate, ask the doctor over and over again with the medicine, and confirm it repeatedly, for fear that you will not remember. On this road, at the beginning, you carried me on your back, and when you couldn't move, you walked with me, sometimes you wore stars and moons, and sometimes the wind and rain came.

When I was six years old, I was taken to school by my parents in a small town ten miles away, and in that era of inconvenient transportation, the ten mile road was really far away for me as a child, to climb several hills and cross a small bridge. On the day I left, I cried miserably, and my unreasonable teasing did not buy you to stay, you just smiled and said that I was a stupid girl. At that time, every day was looking forward to Saturday and weekend, and I always couldn't wait to get back to you, rain or shine, and I was reluctant to go when the time came. You were helpless, but you still accompanied me on this ten-mile journey. On Monday morning, just after dawn, you rode my bike and took me to the bridge in the town, and I stood at the head of the bridge, watching you turn around, watching your back fade into the morning fog, the dew condensing in my hair and eyelashes, so cold that I blurred my vision. Later, when I grew up, you couldn't take me, you no longer sent me to the bridge, but accompanied me to climb the last mountain, you stood on the top of the high mountain, watched me leave, every time I turned back, you were there, you tiptoed and waved at me, signaling me to go fast. Later, I went to the provincial city to study at the university, and every time you only sent me to the village entrance. Will you ask me about my Mid-Autumn Festival return? During the Mid-Autumn Festival, you will ask me if I have to wait until the New Year to come back? You will also ask me if I can come back on May Day, National Day, and solar calendar years? You call New Year's Day the Solar Calendar Year, you are a farmer, you have been dealing with the twenty-four solar terms all your life, you clearly know what season to sow what kind, and some holidays, in fact, have no meaning to you. Later, I was going to work in the provinces, a few days before I left, you began to pay attention to the weather in that strange city, when the weather forecast map came out, you wore reading glasses to the TV screen, your face almost touched the screen, you pointed to the location and asked me if I was here? You said it doesn't look far away, you haven't been far away, I don't have an explanation and I don't know how to explain it to you, from the map, it is indeed not far away next door, in fact, it is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. When you hear the temperature there, do you always murmur that it's that cold there? I don't care to say, it's okay, but it's just a temperature difference of two or three degrees. The day I left, I don't know what kind of custom, you made a firecracker for me in the yard, after the crackling bustle, the yard was a mess, and the strong smell drifted around and hit the nasal cavity. You stood firmly at the entrance of the courtyard and said to me to go, not to send me again, and not to ask me about my return date.

When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly and be strong, wanted to buy you a lot of good things, and wanted to take you to see the outside world. Until one day, I found out that you tried to pry open the can with scissors that had broken the pull ring, and at that moment, I burst into tears. It turns out that you can't open those beautifully packaged health products; It turns out that when those powerful and complex appliances flash lights and sound the sound of prompts, you will be very panicked; It turns out that the elderly will be more troublesome to take a plane. I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit that you are really old, I began to really understand the meaning of the phrase "seeing one side less side", and I also began to be afraid, the road is winding, you can only accompany me for a journey, in this bustling city, I rushed forward, no longer turn around and no longer look back, because I know that in the crowded streets, there is no you.

Always plan this trip after trip, look at the mountains and the sea to see the ancient town, go to a lot of places, walk a lot of roads, after all feel that the most beautiful scenery is the way home, the four seasons warm as spring where is your side.

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