The years that pass with the wind

She sat on the edge of the bed, still smiling and saying to me: "Come, have you ever brought yogurt?"

I looked at her and whispered, "No, I'll mention it now."

With that, I sped out the door and sped away to the nearby commissary. When the hostess saw me coming, she immediately took out a case of Illy's kelp and put it in my hand.

I don't know how many times I've been to this shop, but it seems that I can circle the earth one-third of the way back and forth. It's not an accident, it's not something you want to do, but something you have to do.

Whenever I walked to this place, I thought about her gray hair, her fragile spirit, her smiling face. There is not much affinity, but there is an element of similar closeness, and the subconscious sense of belonging pulls me and her very close, but far away.

She could remember everything I had done when I was a kid, know who I was, figure out how long I hadn't been to this place, and complain about why I hadn't been here for so long. There is irrepressible affection between words, and there is constant love and love.

I remember sitting by the stove of the old house in my hometown, frying a pot of beans, grabbing a handful, and making me chew it fragrantly, and the sound of chewing could resound throughout the house. However, this action of her angered her grandfather who had returned from outside, and gently slapped her, "Why don't you give it to the doll before it is fried?" She was stunned and scared again. After that time, she didn't fry the beans anymore.

In middle school, she carried a basket of pork on her back, came to school, and found me. This is what she went to the market to buy home food, stopped by the school, and was very happy to see me. On that day, she said a lot of words to me, and joy jumped out of her heart, and those insignificant words were the best way to comfort the soul. Although she was sometimes so excited that she could not close the preface to the back, she expressed her love for me to the fullest. For her happiness, I am also happy in my heart, after all, there is no me in this world without her, and she is a thought that I cannot forget in this life.

After meeting in middle school, I didn't see her again. It took many years to find the place where she lived, and she was gray-haired and living in extreme embarrassment. The years have made her suffer from wind and frost, and she has been poor, but it has strengthened her body and maintained a strong immunity. I don't know how tenacious a person can survive in that situation, and I don't know what kind of willpower can make her tenacious survive. After all, she has gone through all the suffering, how can I let her endure the years of suffering again?

She sat on the edge of the bed, and I carried her favorite yogurt up to her and opened it for her, letting her suck the sweetness that the years had given her.

In those years that passed with the wind, there were good memories for her, but also painful memories, just like this yogurt, sour and sweet. Let this sweetness last forever, let her think of beautiful things in the passing years, happily count the days of the day, and look forward to the sweetness brought by the sun and rain. This may be the greatest comfort for her!