Autumn thoughts
Textu/Wang Yonggang Editor/Wang Yonggang
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I've always thought that autumn is the best season to miss.
Especially in the autumn dusk, a person, a cup of tea, sitting quietly in front of the window, looking at the yellow leaves flying outside the window, watching the western sky being reflected by the sunset and slowly spreading out layer by layer. Thoughts, like weeds in a deserted garden, suddenly take root and grow wildly in the brain!
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I still remember the autumn of 2007, this season, and this day. Because of something, I took a day's car and hurried back to my hometown. As soon as I entered the village, I saw my grandmother holding the crutch I bought a few years ago, sitting alone on the stone slab in front of the door, looking at something. A few yellow leaves fluttered messily, one of them just landed on Grandma's head, and a layer of sunset light was sprinkling loosely on Grandma's head...
Grandma saw me, a little surprised, and then suddenly stood up and came to me trembling. At that moment, tears suddenly poured into the eyes.
Grandma took my hand and looked at me carefully, and her mouth kept nagging, hungry, have you eaten? Tired, how to lose weight? Your grandfather is busy in the field with the autumn harvest, he is old, his physical strength cannot keep up, and there are more than two acres of peanuts that have not been returned home, so I will call him home; this year the rain is good, and the crops in the field are harvested; the few rouge flowers in the yard are blooming happily in the past few days. Grandma kept nagging, like a breeze blowing softly...
Looking up, the dilapidated old house stood so quietly in the wind, the broken window ledge creaked, and the empty voice of Grandma floated in the silent courtyard. The bunches of golden corn under the eaves looked goldener and goldener in the setting sun.
"Grandma, don't be busy, not tired, I'm not hungry."
As I responded to my grandmother, I looked at the blossoming cochineal flowers in the corner of the yard.
"Grandma, this flower is so beautiful!" Look, Grandma, I've brought you a lot of good food! Grandma, I went to the field and called Grandpa to go! I responded to Grandma and walked into the field.
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Because of the limited time, I hurriedly stayed for a day, and then hurriedly left my hometown and left my grandmother.
I never thought that that time would be the last time I would have with my grandmother. A few months later, on a north-winded night with snowflakes, Grandma quietly closed her eyes and left us forever. The industrious and kind grandmother, the grandmother who had worked all her life, left quietly.
If I knew it was the last side, I would never have left in such a hurry, if I knew it was the last side, I would have stayed with Grandma for a few more days, if, but, that's all if.
I still remember my grandmother taking the delicious food I brought back to her, and everyone proudly boasted that this was brought back to me by my grandson from the big city!
I still remember the afternoon I left home, and the sunset reflected the red of the western sky. Grandma ignored the cough and insisted on sending me to the head of the village. I saw Grandma standing majestically in the wind on crutches, her white hair flying messily in the wind, and her slender figure dragged by the slanting sun...
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It's autumn again.
It's time for yellow leaves to fly in the sky again, but my dear grandmother, are you okay in heaven? Is it also autumn over there? Is it also flying yellow leaves in the sky? In the haze of tears, I seemed to see my grandmother sitting alone on the stone slab in front of the door, with rouge flowers blooming behind her...
Author: Wang Yonggang, post-80s, a native of Qishan Town, Juxian County, Rizhao, Judan Prefecture, a laborer with a soul, a person born for love!
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