New Year's Day, playing cards! Don't play tricks! Playing poker with my son in the New Year, I was a little tearful... New Year's Day, men and women of all ages, the national brain puzzle game - play poker with home

New Year's Day, playing cards! Don't play tricks! Playing poker with my son in the New Year, I was a little tearful...

New Year's Day, men and women of all ages, the national brain puzzle game - play poker and play with your family? Playing with my son today, I can't help but think of my first generation of card friends, my grandmother, and those who played cards together, immersed in happy and warm memories, and even a little difficult to help themselves.

The cards played with my grandmother are specially played by the elderly, and our hometown is called the old card. Since we were in elementary school, my father has specially taught my mother, me and my sister, to teach carefully and carefully, so that we must learn.

Everyone must be very surprised, what kind of father is this [covering his face]?! Rest assured, my father really has nothing wrong with him, a normal person; if you want to say that he is special, there are also some specials: he is particularly unfortunate, the young man lost his mother, the father is unreliable, the brother and sister-in-law do not help; he is particularly lucky, he met a kind mother-in-law, because of the poor "old single stick and less single stick", not disgusted with the poor clanging family situation, tried his best to promote the marriage of my parents, and his father was not worse than the heartache and care of his parents; therefore, he was particularly special to spoil his mother-in-law and mother-in-law, and taught our whole family to play old cards in order to play with my grandmother.

Since I was in elementary school, my father had made the family's life better and better by his own efforts, and he no longer needed my grandmother to carry a heavy basket to the door for relief; however, my grandmother was also old, and the family did not have much land to plant, and my grandfather used the craft of wicker basket weaving to sell it in the market for a living, and the life was okay. Grandma Gu's family began to play old cards with the old people in the village in her spare time. After dad knew, he not only contracted grandma's old brand, bought her a new pair every once in a while, but also took the initiative to ask to learn to play with grandma, and learned to go home immediately to teach the whole family.

At that time, in addition to taking the whole family to visit Her Grandmother's house with her family from time to time on weekends, carrying large bags and small bags; I also went to bring my grandmother over every once in a while, stayed in our house for a few days, bought some fish that she loved to eat, wrapped dumplings, stewed chicken... At least once a month.

Every time Grandma came to stay at home, as soon as the table was packed after dinner, the card game began. Playing between the family also has to have a color head, Dad will find some steel hammers out, each person will send the same amount, but also hippie smiley face with Grandma, but also lend her points, the result is that every time grandma punched in the face: Grandma actually brought her own steel hammer every time, a look is prepared ah [cover her face].

Of course, we don't really play with money, we just measure wins and losses. When I went to my grandmother's house, the winning and losing lottery heads were later invented by my father everywhere, and there were all kinds of [cover my face]: soybeans, peanuts, melon seeds, corn kernels can be used, 10 per person, open the card! [Laughing and crying]

It's new year, and grandma has been gone for several years. A few years ago, I bought my son a set of children's face-to-face card game cards, and tonight I played cards with my son. When playing, I can't help but be in a trance, and the scene of déjà vu seems to go back to the time when I played old cards with my grandmother, and I can't help but think that if my grandmother is still here, how good it would be for me to play cards with my son with her... However, missing is missing, sentimentality is also a little, more memories are still warm.

Because I think my father is right, when people are alive, we do our best to be good to her, and we don't regret it and don't feel bad: Grandma, it's the New Year again, the New Year is better [than the heart]; I'm fine, I'm just... Miss you a little bit.