The heat of the evening reminds me of my childhood, when my grandmother's house had not been renovated and I lived with my grandmother and two uncles. Behind Grandma's house is a mountain, and if you measure it with your feet, there is still a certain distance. I always like to lie in front of the window on the second floor and watch the mountain's every move, and I still vividly remember its outline, first a large loess slope that comes into view, then a few scattered eucalyptus trees, and finally a jagged dark eucalyptus forest.
At that time, I was in the third grade of elementary school, and now I think that many things are clear memories since the third year, and at some point I can always clearly connect with the past. When I was a child, I was always anxious to grow up, I always felt that time passed so slowly, I was still so small when I came and went, how did I know that time was a murderer in the dark night, always taking away the flow of years when people were defenseless. When I was young, I always thought that when I grew up, I could do many things well, such as making a lot of money to buy a lot of good food for my grandmother, and my grandmother would never grow old. At that time, I thought that the future was always far away, and I unconsciously reached the age I wanted the most, and my heart always trembled when I thought of the graduation season not far away.
Grandma's house was built by Grandpa himself, with the mountains and the water facing the sun. The second basement floor where my grandmother and I lived was covered with wooden cushions, and the heads were looked up by horizontal wooden shelves and offset tiles, which were built by my grandfather himself and where I spent my entire childhood. Every day after school, I always write my homework quietly in my room. After writing my homework, I couldn't help but rush downstairs to find my grandmother. At this time, Grandma would always stand by the stone in front of the door, standing in the dusk with the neighbors pulling and talking about trivial matters, Grandma was very good, people in a few miles recognized her, and liked to make friends with her. At that time, Grandma's back was not so hunched, and she had a lot of hair. I always liked to run over and lean over to my grandmother to listen to what they were talking about, and then keep my eyes peeled for the great sunset that was about to go down in the distance. I was always impatient, listening to them continue to talk, the child's world has its own happiness. I would crouch in the small ditch in front of the door, quietly watching it flow, it was very clear to see the black fluttering water inside, and after squatting numbly, I would get up and hang around. A few steps away from my grandmother's house, there was a large pond that emitted the fragrance of lotus leaves in the summer, and those purple wild irises also stayed in the pond. Children have no resistance to flowers, and will always go up and reach out and withdraw one or two flowers to sniff carefully. The summer night came late, and my grandmother and my grandmother caught the duck early, so I went to the field to fish and catch shrimp. Adults don't like me to be skinny, and no girl will go to the field with me to play, I don't care about this, a person running happily in the field against the big sun. As soon as my grandmother shouted loudly, I knew I was going to go back to catch the ducks, and I immediately put down my pants and flew home. Grandma would always ask where she was going, but where would I really say it. Grandma went to the other side of the pond to catch up, and I was shouting on this side, and a few hairy children were rattling and waving back and forth, just refusing to go ashore. But Grandma always had her way, and the ducks eventually had to obediently go ashore and line up to go home. When I was lucky, my grandmother would always harvest several large duck eggs in the grass nest on the shore.
Think about how I was unhappy during those days when my grandmother was there.
