Grandma's life is full of joys and sorrows.
"Father lost in middle age, son lost in old age" are several numbers, written into the sadness of life; Perseverance, optimism and good luck are the legends of her life.
Grandma, born in the Republic of China 1928, grew up in a small place and her family was better than her peers. Grandma's father used to be a small official of the Kuomintang. He left the army and became the mayor of a small town. The young grandmother went to school for several years and knew a little about writing. Unfortunately, in that patriarchal era, women's lack of talent was a virtue, and reading was a boy's business. But in grandma's memory, this family is full of love. Her parents, grandmother, brother and sister gave her many wonderful childhood memories. She often recites the previous works such as "A Thousand Words" and "Hundred Family Names". Grandma's intelligence is a scholar if she studies.
18 grandma married grandpa. Great-grandfather didn't make much progress, and he was also a "big family" in the local area. He has six sons and six daughters, fields and houses. Great grandfather has many legends in the local area. He has a flexible mind, is good at management and works hard. The older generation likes to tell a story about his great-grandfather. His great-grandfather was a young man who had never made a fortune, worked as a cattle dealer and slept outside the cowshed at night. As a result, he was too tired to sleep. The thief carried him away with a bed board and stole the cow. At that time, I dared to do business in Yunnan and Guizhou. With profits, I like buying land, but I never thought that these thin properties would bring a disaster to my children and grandchildren.
Grandpa, the fourth son, went to normal school, pedantic and ignorant of farming, and was still studying in the first few years after marriage. Grandma is very diligent. In a big family, she can do things quickly and make wine, which is very recognized by her great-grandmother and great-grandmother.
Young grandmothers and grandfathers, like many people, may raise their children in quarrels. Nothing changed, and it went straight to the end of the story, "From then on, we lived happily and noisily." But in that vigorous movement, "the land was divided and the landlord was beaten." Great-grandfather's meager production, in fact, is not as luxurious as in the TV series, but a small place to introduce a few people, can only be regarded as it. Grandpa, who has never been separated, is also included in the same composition and lives in various sports. The scholar's cowardice made him unbearable. He chose to end his life without considering leaving his young children and wife. There were five children at that time, the youngest was just born, and the eldest son was only 13 years old.
"Motherhood is strong", and women have no choice. Grandma doesn't even have time to think about sadness. What is she facing? There are only four walls left in the house, and even the slightly better fire sticks have been taken away. The owner and the Westerner borrowed some money to dig and grow food in the remote wasteland that others are not rare. Go to the mountains to find things that can be exchanged for money, pick them up and sell them for more than ten miles in exchange for meager income.
Even if it is so difficult, "reading" is their hope that they have never given up, and they have always insisted on sending their uncle to study. My uncle was admitted to Nanjing University and became the first college student in a small village. I don't know how they got through those days, wearing a hat and poverty, digging food on barren land and squeezing money through their teeth, thus fulfilling their uncle's dream of reading.
Later, the children grew up one by one, the environment changed a lot, and the days were better. Grandma and her uncle often wrote to us when they lived in the city. She writes in Chinese calligraphy, which is not very beautiful, but between the lines, I always see the old lady learning constantly and knowing a lot of words. She is also good at drawing flowers and birds. She said that when she was a child, she had to draw and embroider. Make us embroidered shoes, very beautiful embroidery.
At this point in the story, it is also a happy ending. But fate is always ferocious. My proud uncle lost his life when he went down to save people. It was the first time that I experienced the death of a relative, and I have been deeply impressed so far. Time has passed, and sadness seems to have forgotten a lot, but I know those scars have always been in their hearts.
Grandma came back to live with us. She is like a treasure old man. She knows a lot about TCM and its symptomatic diseases. Many people came to see her for treatment. She doesn't accept money, and always helps whenever she thinks she can. Father is very opposed, afraid that she will treat others. But she always said, help if you can. People who are cured often thank her. Grandma is superstitious, but her superstition is harmless. She taught us to believe that "there are gods above, and there are three feet below, and we should not do anything wrong" and "accumulate virtue and do good". She helped many people with her kindness and self-taught knowledge of Chinese medicine and acupuncture. Even if some people are farmers and snakes among snakes, she still doesn't regret helping them.
Then my aunt died and grandma's heart was ripped out. But we have never seen her cry or talk about it. Someone said, "Why is your grandmother so cruel?"
You haven't experienced anything she has experienced. How can you waste your comments? My grandmother, with her most tenacious heart, deals with the most cruel side of life. When all the misfortunes happen, all she can do is think about how to live. When all bad things happen, she can always see the positive side and use it to educate us. She remembers those who were kind to her in difficult times and doesn't hate those who threw stones and looked on coldly. When we grow up from children to middle-aged greasy, we understand that "optimism and openness" is the meaning of living.
Grandma doesn't seem to get old in our memory. She is always so energetic. She likes to take care of her vegetable garden. She is happy to do some small business in town. She grows several handfuls of vegetables, melons and corn ... She is over 80 years old and likes to bring several handfuls of vegetables to town every time. My aunts threatened that if you ran around again, we would pull up all your vegetable gardens. But she became more and more brave in the Vietnam War. She is over 90 years old. She also planted more than 500 kilograms of corn and sold it. She also said ambitiously that she would plant more next year. There are peanuts. I squeezed peanut oil myself and said it was delicious. The vegetables in the small vegetable garden occasionally invite some lazy women to beg, "Can I have one?" There are always some native chickens every year. When we went back, we ate them. Everyone also began to accept that labor is a part of your bones and inseparable. Labor is the most glorious, not a slogan, but life.
In order not to let her go out all the time, I told her the story of Grandma Moses and wanted her to pick up the painting. This move is very useful. Grandma likes it very much. She often paints and has her own unique style. Others embroider like paintings, and she paints like embroidery. I call it embroidery style painting. We said, you keep painting, and we'll hold an exhibition for you. Every time she goes home, the old lady proudly shares her works with us. One year, the local TV station interviewed her, and the little old lady was very happy. If you still like reading books and historical stories, buy them for her. But what she likes best is the story of her youth, as if she were a narrator, recording a vivid local diary. Although I have heard some stories many times, I always listen patiently. Sometimes I think, I really should write it down, otherwise these histories will be lost with their departure.
We grew up, away from the hometown where we grew up, and our hometown became our hometown. We can't go back and grandma can't get out. She can't leave her native land to live. Come and live with us once a year and take her anywhere. The younger generation of children are always around their grandparents, begging for candy, and she is also very satisfied. Just staying a little longer, she became nervous and afraid that she would not be able to return to her native land.
My brother brought her a cat. She has kept it for more than ten years, one for each cat. Later, I raised rhubarb and its baby, and they faithfully accompanied my grandmother. I go back to my hometown every holiday. When I got to the intersection, I called my grandmother and she came out. Rhubarb has been with me. From the beginning, the waist was straight, and then it was bent into a crutch. We always thought that she would not be old, because her chief accountant wrote "I will plant next year ..." We had a clear conscience that grandma was still young and not old.
It was not until she began to walk slowly and could not stand up straight that she became afraid. Without her grandmother, she lost her home in her hometown. 20 19, on a business trip, I looked at the village where the high-speed train was flying, and suddenly I missed my grandmother. Everyone decided that the only destination for Christmas was to go back to accompany her. Drive her to the city where she and her uncle once lived, a beautiful and vibrant city. Grandma is too old to walk and needs to stop. She needs a wheelchair to push her through the park. Later, grandma got sick. At first I thought it was just a minor illness, but I soon recovered. I didn't think it was time for you to say goodbye to us. You left before the epidemic overshadowed the whole country. I still think this is a joke. I think you have lived a long life, and your art exhibition has not been held yet. However, some people think that this is your wonderful choice, because you are a lively person. Before the epidemic area was closed, we all rushed back to see you off and make a scene in your favorite way.
Mexican says: people have died three times. Grandma, you will only learn for the first time, because your optimistic, open-minded, persevering and never-too-old spirit has a great influence on us. It is said that your grandmother is a smart person and learns everything quickly. That's a real pity. If she comes from another family, she is probably another kind of legend. At this moment, I pray for another world and let you start a new legend. In this life, I wish you a glorious grandmother, live a high life, and there will be no more suffering and pay.