I've always had you

The sunshine in March is always fine and lazy, with a touch of warmth. It reminds me of my grandmother, who shines through the window lattice. The warm sun is as comfortable as a lazy cat nestling in the arms of its owner. When I was a child, I would always lie in my grandmother's arms and count the stars, and fall asleep peacefully under her gentle waving cattail leaf fan. So, time disobediently took me to those years

When I was young, I always loved to make trouble and cause trouble to adults. But no matter how naughty I am, grandma always loves me very much.

There is a vegetable garden in the backyard of my grandmother’s house. When I was a child, I always followed my grandmother to pick vegetables in the vegetable garden. My grandmother wore a big straw hat and smoothed out some soil nests. I also followed suit and said, I did it, but it was actually just messing around. Sometimes just for fun, I would kick it here and there, kicking it away and making it covered with mud. Grandma would always scratch my nose and say a few words. Tender reproach. The bloodshot eyes were filled with endless love...

The excitement of kicking the soil nest soon disappeared. Grandma was watering the vegetables there, so I ran over to join in the fun. Instead of watering the vegetables, I raised the water ladle upward to make artificial rainfall, and shouted: "It's raining! It's raining!" I was so happy. The ground also jumped. Just when I was enjoying myself, I accidentally stepped on the hoe pole and sat down on the watered vegetables. The water in the water ladle also splashed all over my body and was slightly worn. The shoes were worn out, and the feet were exposed and scratched by the sharp "head" of the hoe, and blood immediately burst out. Seeing this, I was so frightened that I froze for a few seconds and immediately burst into tears. Upon hearing the sound, my busy grandma quickly dropped her work and ran over in a sloppy way, carefully inspecting my injuries. , while murmuring to comfort me, he picked me up and hurriedly walked into the house.

"Yuyu, please be good. Grandma, go get band-aids and alcohol. Sit still and don't move. Stop crying." Grandma gently put me on the chair and touched my head. Comfort me and soothe my emotions.

"Yes." I nodded with tears in my eyes. Seeing her busy looking for medicine, I felt a sour taste in my heart.

My mother came over. Although she felt distressed, she still criticized me unforgivingly: "Why are you such a troublesome kid? You accompanied your grandma to help in the vegetable garden, and you ended up looking like this. , and let grandma worry about you, really!”

I shed two salty tears in grievance, lowered my head, and blamed myself. When grandma saw this, she staggered over and blamed her mother: "Stop yelling, the child is like this. If there is still time to talk to her, go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of hot soup." As she said this, grandma leaned down. Wearing reading glasses, she carefully cleaned my wounds for fear of hurting me. The distress and tenderness in her eyes were obvious. A strand of silver thread fell on her cheek. I tremblingly lifted my grandma's strand of silver thread away and looked at it slightly. She cried and said with distress: "Grandma, thank you for your hard work! Yuyu will never be like this again." Grandma looked up at me and smiled warmly, as if she was much younger: "Our Yuyu has finally grown up." Her eyes were filled with tears. Tears welled up all of a sudden, but the feeling was sweet. At that moment, I thought I would never be able to leave my grandma again...

I always loved stroking my grandma's calloused hands like dead trees. Gaining a sense of security, watching her busy figure shuttle among the crowd, I couldn't help but feel "touched" in my heart, as if I had been with her all the time. Grandma would get up early every day and take care of the housework at night, using her thin His hands work hard to support a family. Before dawn, she would bend her waist and fumble in the half-darkness to prepare breakfast for us. She brought us up with great pains and took good care of us. Whenever I see my grandma, I always feel that she has many wrinkles. There was a trace of black hair missing, and the gratitude in my heart became even greater. Now I seemed to see that withered body again, and suddenly felt a sense of desolation and sadness...

Although the place where I live is not good, But grandma still cares about my health as always. Every time she calls, the familiar voice, familiar words, and familiar tenderness always make me feel like I am in the bright spring of March, just like this. Grandma thinks about me every day and always tells me to eat well, dress well, and take care of myself. Grandma is a tolerant and sincere person. She just wants me to be happy forever. She is close to everyone with a sincere heart, which makes me treat and love others with the mood brought by her. Although my grandmother did not have much education, she taught me the truth, goodness and beauty that are respected in the world, and made me distinguish between good and evil and treat others warmly.

Nowadays, I always can’t take time to see my grandma because of my busy schedule. I feel guilty, but deep down in my heart, I miss my grandma, her figure, her every move and every frown. A smile. Thinking of this, my heart felt sour, and tears flowed freely on my cheeks.

In the spring of March, I have you all the way, and the sky is clear all the way. We manage happiness all the way.