Every time I see a picture taken for the old woman, I cry. The old lady left in the summer of 2017. The day I went back to my hometown, I cried as soon as I stepped in the door. Usually, I don't go home much, and the old lady is there

Every time I see a picture taken for the old woman, I cry.

　　The old lady left in the summer of 2017. The day I went back to my hometown, I cried as soon as I stepped in the door. Usually, I don't go home much, and I don't have much time with my wife. The old woman could not speak, and when she was a child, she listened to her grandmother, and the old woman could not hear it. But every time she went back to chat with all of us, she would look at us and laugh from time to time, and sometimes she would make a "click" sound with excitement, which made me feel that she could actually hear it. My mother told me that when I came home for the New Year last year, there were fireworks outside, and the old woman was inside the house, as if she could suddenly hear it, and compared it to my mother that fireworks were set off outside.

　　I believe that the old lady can hear, and every time I go back, I will go to her and pat her, and compare with her that I am back to the old lady. Then she would laugh and take my hand and compare it to me, even though I didn't understand what she meant.

　　The old woman loves to be clean and has a temper, every time there are more children in the hometown, the floor in the house is messy and not like the look, she will take the broom while sweeping and knocking on the bed, there are naughty children who ignore her or "fight against her", the old woman will make a "dada" sound in her mouth, as if accusing the child, the brow wrinkles, and the angry look is revealed.

　　The old lady also had a little cut on the door, and listened to Grandma say that she was very rich, and every time Grandpa and Grandpa's brothers gave her money, she would hide the money and buy some small snacks to eat herself, although she also had no teeth, her lips were sunken, and she could only flatten food with her tongue. Usually, there is no need to spend money except for this other place, of course, there will be a lot of surplus. I know that the old lady has a small purse, which contains red Grandpa Mao. But in my opinion, the old lady is very generous, and when I go home, she will still quietly bring out delicious food for me.

　　The old woman was not born deaf and dumb, she had a high fever when she was ten years old, and she did not have the conditions to go to the hospital for treatment, and then she fell ill, could not speak or hear, and has lived like this ever since.

　　My memories are all after the old lady, and I heard my grandmother say that she looked good when she was young, but there were no photos left when she was young.

　　Every time she returned to her hometown, she could always be seen sitting alone on a small bench at the gate, leaning against the wall, her eyes squinting slightly toward the empty cement road and field in front of her, not knowing what she was looking at, only knowing that the wheat seedlings had grown stubble after stubble, and there was a summer wind in the summer, and the oily leaves were shining through the sun; In the winter, there is also a winter wind, and it seems that in the blink of an eye, it has moved from summer to winter. Sometimes the dog in the house would lie next to her, looking at her, accompanying her, not knowing how many quiet summers and winters she had spent alone, and she was still in a daze toward the field in front of the door and the empty road, not knowing whether she was counting the time or a blank. For the elderly, the days may only be summer and winter, using their lives to fight against every heat and cold, hoping that life can record one more spring, summer, autumn and winter.

　　How many stories are there in a person's life, but in the end life is so plain, it really fades into a water-like day. The old woman also had the innocence and vitality of a young girl in the first half of her life, and then she married the old lady who was about twenty years old at the time, married and had children, with children, and the children grew up to be independent, in that era, always trying to make the children not starve to death and be busy, so after worrying about everything, they began to look forward to the second half of life.

　　Whenever I think of the old lady sitting in front of the door day after day in front of the door basking in the afternoon sun, waiting for time to pass slowly, waiting for the day to slowly fade, I feel bitter but calm.

　　When I came home, my grandfather told me from time to time about the days of the previous five or eight years, when there was no food, only bark and grass roots, even the bark was eaten, the family was hungry and panicked, the adults in the family went out to ask for rice, they did not come to half a bowl of rice a day, the soup was very thin and thin, and boiled water was almost the same, Grandpa said that at that time he could drink five or six bowls at a time, at that time it was difficult to imagine how they survived, and then they cried and could not themselves.

　　Grandma said: The old woman's life is also good, and she has not suffered any crimes in the second half of her life. Thinking of the old lady landing from the spring, and decades later, after every long mid-winter, sitting in front of the door, looking at the fields and the cold poplar branches in the distance, quietly waiting for the warm sun to go down the mountain in the dry and desolate winter, and then carrying the small bench back to the house.

　　So on a clear summer day, lying quietly in the hut, ending the long journey, no one was in front of the house, in the empty countryside, sitting on a small bench, slowly basking in the afternoon sun, watching the puppy and then squinting into the distance.

　　Today, it seems that there is nothing left, but that scene still seems to be in the mind. The difference is that now there is only one dog lying in front of the door staring blankly at the tree trunks and empty fields in the distance.

Story (you're in the years).