2021 Mid-Autumn Festival ∣ "Grandmother's Epitaph"

Grandmother Yin, born in 1926, died in 2021 at the age of 95. Grandmother's life, fate is uncertain, full of criticism, middle-aged widow, one person raises four daughters and three families, hardships and hardships, it is difficult to say a word, and the loss of two sons in the twilight years, the white-haired people send the black-haired people, the pain of life is not painful, there are no tears to hang, there is no more words to express.

Grandmother's heart is good and true, accumulating virtue and survival, and she has to go to bed at the end of her life, sleep peacefully at the age of ninety-five, go away without illness and pain, if the leaves return to the earth, if the stars dissolve into the air, if the immortals ride the crane and float in the sky.

The grandmother was born in the landlord's house, had no worries about food and clothing, and later married her grandfather, although her life was poor, she was diligent and frugal in running the family, nursing children and children, and her happiness was also harmonious. However, when my grandmother was thirty-six years old, my grandfather unfortunately suffered from lung disease and died. In an instant, the heavens fell apart, the wind and rain were great, and at that time, there were four sons and three daughters under his knees, tall and short, one by one, waiting to be fed, the eldest child was eighteen, the child crawled on the ground, the cocoon stood up, the shadows were hanging on each other, weeping around the roof beams, sobbing and falling. Woohoo! Pathetic! alack! Grandfather farewell, broken branches with seven buds, paper money around the white flag, Nanshan Tim New Tomb, Lonely Hong Outfield, Xiang birds singing in the North Forest, the viewers are wet sleeves, the road is also whimpering!

Autumn grass withers yellow leaves, not afraid of the wind to bend the waist. The grandmother did not bow to fate, lived in embarrassment and did not give up the festival, tasted all kinds of suffering in return for the rain, caressed thousands of wounds in return for the spring wind, with hard work and hardship, and earnestly taught her children to grow. The long night of lonely lights and soles, the scorching heat of the lotus hoe field, its hardships and tribulations, indescribable. The eldest child also shoulders the heavy responsibility of the family, sharing the worries of the grandmother and taking care of the younger siblings.

In 1958, the year of natural disasters, many villagers left their hometowns, there was not a meter to return to the field, no inch of trees to feed, no grass to fill the hunger, but the grandmother preferred not to eat, endured hunger, and left a corner of the cake for her children. The whole family took a bite of the pot, shared a dime, ate the chaff and throat dish, and struggled. Therefore, the eldest son went to the field to earn work, the second child cut the pig grass, and the third child sent him to join the army, just to survive for a day, and when he woke up, the people were still there.

The whole family is in the same heart, and the danger is unstoppable. Sweet potato noodles are steamed as nest heads, black as iron eggs, and sweet potato leaves are boiled into porridge in a pot, as thin as clear soup. Patches are connected into pieces, and not a single grain of rice is discarded. Three-foot pomegranates grow in the middle of the courtyard, and five-foot toons grow in the gap between the south walls. Ji people have their own heavenly help, good people from the fruit of good fate, the eaves of the hall on the swallow, every year to welcome the spring, the mother swallow insect comes, the milk swallow stretches its neck to grab, when the milk swallow will fly, the children gradually become a family, branches and leaves, children and grandchildren walk in the hall, but the grandmother is stained with white frost, smile wrinkles, do not feel that fifty years have passed.

"Zhou Yi" Cloud: The house of accumulation of goodness, there will be Yu Qing. Grandmother is like water, generous and pure, true temperament, no quarrel in the left house, no gap in the right neighbor, everything let go first, the reason retreats, the neighbors praise, the neighbors all speak well. Grandmother Ender, brilliant as the stars, grandmother reputation, jia ruo jade mang. May the grandmother be blessed with future generations, and the Liu family will grow up for thousands of generations.

After the grandfather went, the grandmother lived in a widow, and finally did not remarry, sour, sweet, bitter, and difficult to make a living, all chewed alone. Today, the grandmother sleeps in Hutou Mountain, accompanied by her grandfather, separated by yin and yang for sixty years, and finally sleeps in the same room, and finally can appeal to the intestines. May Mother Earth bless the souls of her grandfathers and grandmothers, and may her grandfathers and grandmothers be blessed for eternity, and may they be blessed for ten thousand years.

Wheat and yellow thousands of heavy waves, with the wind ups and downs, ten thousand kinds can enter the warehouse, no longer see the person who wielded the sickle. Children and grandchildren should remember the grandmother's kindness in the chest, and every year they will sweep the soil and cut off the grave grass, just like sweeping the halls for the grandfather and cutting the grandmother's hair.

In order to show filial piety and sincerity, weeping blood belongs to the inscription, carved on the stone stele, and the descendants of the future generations should be often Burmese.

The grandchildren and granddaughters wept and prayed

Mid-Autumn Festival 2021 AD