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When I think of my grandmother, I think of the little basket that my grandmother put at the head of the bed, and the things in it tempted me as a child.
Grandma said that the small basket was left by Grandma's grandmother, made of wood, from the engraved pattern can be seen that it is extraordinary, the small basket has three layers, each layer of small drawers are treasured Grandma's "treasure".
Only when Grandma opened it, we dared to sneak a few glances, the top layer had sugar, biscuits and whatever, all of which were snacks; the second layer had Grandma's earrings, buns, red-headed ropes, etc.; the third layer did not know what was packed, Grandma did not open it, and we did not dare to ask.
When I was a child, the family was busy, my parents soaked in the ground all day long, sometimes the radio was finished (about 9 o'clock in the evening), they did not come back, we first went to Grandma's house, ate and drank, and played in Grandma's bed.
Grandma taught us to sing, taught us to guess riddles, taught us to hold ropes with both hands... and if we did well, there were rewards. I remember once, I guessed a riddle correctly, Grandma pulled open the small drawer of the basket, pinched a rock candy, let me look up, mouth open, Grandma threw it upwards, the sugar first smashed on the teeth, and then jumped out, Grandma continued to throw, knowing to catch it with her mouth. Grandma was like an old naughty boy, who often made us laugh. Now that I think about it, Grandma brought us so many good memories. You said grandma didn't go to school, how do you understand everything?
Although Grandma lived alone (Grandpa left early), she lived very delicately. Every day, I cleaned myself up, took a comb from a small basket, combed my hair smoothly, pulled it into a pimple, pressed it with one hand, took the bun with the other hand, bit it misplaced with my teeth, and then put it on my head. Everything was packed up, and Grandma often took out a small round mirror from the drawer of the small basket, looked at it here, looked at it over there, was satisfied, and then put it back in its original place.
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It wasn't until Grandma died that we saw what was in the third small drawer of the basket, which contained a black-and-white photograph of Grandpa and a yellowed piece of paper with the grandparents' names on it, probably a marriage certificate... It turned out that Grandma treasured a person, a love, a lifetime of thoughts...
Grandma, I miss you again, I want to sit in your arms and play, I want to pestering you to tell me stories. Grandma, I'm hungry and want to eat your rock candy, you give me a riddle again, I guessed it, you threw me one okay? Grandma, Grandma, why don't you talk? In the dream, the tears are in the eyes.
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