Wen | Ma Jun
When I was in the first grade, my grandmother died. I cried bitterly, feeling that death was an extremely cruel thing, like a sharp axe that split a huge crack, completely separating life from death.
I grew up with my grandmother, and since I can remember, I have eaten and lived with my grandmother. She left me meat, candy, melon seeds, and other delicious foods, saying that her teeth could not be bitten, but I could clearly see that she was swallowing while I was eating meat. In the summer she would gently shake the fan for me while I was asleep. In the small room, the laughter of our grandchildren often echoed.
However, I will never eat the food she made for me again, I will never hear her call me "whoa" again, I will never see her excitedly shaking the red hair card she bought for me to tease me... I cried darkly, and my little heart felt like it was the end of the world. It was the first time I had faced death, and fear and sorrow almost devoured me.
My mother's grief is no less than mine. However, a few days later, she wiped her tears and said to me: "Grandma has gone to heaven, let's not worry, heaven is good, if there is anything, Grandma must be very happy." She's watching us in heaven, and if she sees you laughing, she'll laugh too. If she sees you crying, she'll be sad too. "I dried my tears and squeezed out a smile—I was afraid my grandmother would be sad to see me crying." However, my tears could not be stopped, they dried and poured out, dried and gushed out.
The mother said, "Girl, shall we make a 'heavenly mailbox'?" Didn't Grandma teach you to fold birds with paper? You fold the bird and put it in the heavenly mailbox, and the bird will fly to your grandmother's side. Also, don't you know how to write? Words that cannot be written are written in pinyin. You can write down all the words you want to say to your grandmother on paper and put them in the heavenly mailbox. Then Grandma will see. When I heard my mother say this, the deep sadness in my heart seemed to lighten a little.
I firmly believe that my grandmother in heaven will receive my letter. I folded the birds on paper, one after another, and wanted the birds to fly into the sky and bring my heart to my grandmother. I write letters on paper with a pencil, and I don't write too many words, but with the help of pinyin, it is enough for me to express my feelings. I wrote as if my grandmother hadn't left me, she was very close to me, and she could hear me when I called out to her. I put the written letter into the "Heaven Mailbox", but my wish was average, very relaxed.
That year's Qingming Festival, we went to visit my grandmother. The mother took out the birds and letters in the "Heavenly Mailbox" and burned them in front of the grave. Watching the smoke rise, I suddenly understood what death was all about. Death is the destination of life, and it is also something that each of us must face.
My mother used the "heavenly mailbox" method to teach me a lesson about death in my life. I understand that death does not disappear forever, as long as the thoughts and nostalgia in your heart are still there, the person you love will live forever.