Serial article (249) Childhood in the town — Grandmother in the Fan
The snow fluttering outside the window is another good year, "Ruixue Mega Year";
Thoughts float in the air with this snow, thinking about the past, thinking about the future; thinking more about my relatives, the people who love me in the world, all leave one by one, and the "looks" of my relatives come to mind one after another; I really miss these relatives, especially in the days when the Spring Festival is approaching;
After a hundred years of grandmother, she has not survived the aging of the years and left us; the snowflakes floating in the air seem to be paying tribute to and pouring out grandma;
Raised by my grandmother, I have a deep affection for my grandmother; when I was young, I grew up shaking the fan in my grandmother's hands, and during the day my grandmother shook the fan to cool off the heat for me, and at night my grandmother shook the fan to drive away mosquitoes for me; in this way, in the fan that my grandmother shook and shook, I also grew up;
Later, all kinds of worldly chores became more and more distant from Grandma, and Grandma's fan was even more distant;
And in the year of Li, taking advantage of the opportunity to travel, I finally got along with my grandmother again; it was a hot summer day, and my grandmother still couldn't do without the fan in my hand every day; after lunch, I once again played "rogue" and wanted to sleep with my grandmother; my grandmother pretended to be disgusted, but at the moment when I lay down, the once so familiar fan appeared in front of my eyes again, and my grandmother shook the fan by the bed to give me a cooling off, laughing and talking about my dislike: "You are all fathers, and you still sleep with me; "You are all dirty and dead, and you still sleep in my bed." "But the fan is shaking in his hand, just like when he was a child;
When I was young, I always felt that there was still a lot of time, and I may never have thought that there would be the death of my relatives; once I lost, it would be a permanent loss; the people who loved me again in this world, my grandmother also left me; I missed my grandmother's fan, and I missed my grandmother even more;
Snowflakes are still fluttering in the air, the air, the ground is full of white flowers, the mother once said: "Snowflakes are the cleanest and purest in the world, snowflakes will not stain the earth, but the earth will certainly stain dirty snowflakes;" Mother loves snowflakes the most; I guess this snowflake is brought down from heaven by her mother; my mother is using snowflakes to pay tribute to her mother, my grandmother;
Grandma I miss you!
January 19, 2022 at Chaoyangmen, Beijing
(Note: The content in this article is a real memory record, the original debut, but there will be a confused memory; all the pictures used in this article are from the Internet, hereby, I would like to express my sincere thanks to the owner of the picture.) If there is any infringement, please contact it in time so that it can be dealt with at any time ;)
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