A brief account of the fleeting years

-those things deep in my memory

Calm down, sort out your thoughts, and write an article about fleeting memories. This idea is remembered more than once in my mind. I typed several manuscripts, but in the end, I didn't resort to the tip of the pen.

I am not a talented woman, nor a literati. I am just an ordinary woman of ordinary people. Every day is also busy for life, yearning for that kind of: piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops, but life is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea.

So many years rely on the love of words, but also like to read and write, however, the culture is limited, the level is limited, really can not write those beautiful and graceful, people can not stop thinking about the text. For the text, I do not ask for fame, not Boli, what I write is the mood words, perhaps it is this freedom of fate, so that my lazy personality, always can not calm down, can not pick up the pen. Said so much, seems to have nothing to do with fleeting time, this is me, a woman who speaks with her heart, if you can see clearly, please stay, if you are dizzy, please leave quietly, don't take away a cloud.

Grandpa, net pocket, biscuits

Since it is a fleeting time, let's start with the earliest memory.

When I went to my grandmother's house two days ago, I saw the portrait of my grandfather hanging on the mottled wall, so I took a picture with my mobile phone and said that my grandfather is only in my vague memory. Who wants to meet that best friend classmate the next day, saying that I have nothing to do day by day, always saying that your grandfather will never think that after leaving the world for more than 30 years, he will be posted on the Internet. Speaking of the old man, I think of the past.

According to my father, the old man died in early 1980, which should be New Year's Eve's night in the lunar calendar. At that time, I was less than two and a half weeks old, so in the following days, I said I remember my grandfather, and my parents both said it was impossible. They all agreed that a child a little over two years old could not remember things. But one thing about Grandpa, it really exists in my memory. I remember: the old man lived in the west wing room of the third uncle's house. under the window to the south, there was a bed. The old man was lying on the bed facing north. I went to my grandfather's house and cried to him by the bedside. The old man opened his sleepy eyes and said something that I will remember for the rest of my life: his old man said, your aunt is here, and there are three biscuits in the net pocket on the wall. There is a nail on the north wall of my grandfather's bed. There is a blue net pocket hanging on it. Maybe there are only three biscuits in the net pocket. I can't remember this detail. I only remember that the net pocket was hanging very high at that time. When I was a little more than two years old, I couldn't reach it, and my grandfather couldn't help me on the sickbed. I remember that when I was two years old, I actually said something high-sounding: I won't eat, Grandpa. You can keep it for yourself. This is the only memory that grandpa has left. Now come to think of it, it should be the last time in my grandfather's life. In addition to my two-month-old fourth sister, I should be the most spoiled child in the family. In those days, biscuits were a luxury to me, or maybe it was because I didn't eat the three cookies hanging in the net pocket on the wall that it took root in my memory.

His father is the eldest son of the family. Every year, during the Qingming Festival cold food, his parents would go to the grave to burn paper money for his grandfather. His father said that when he was a child, his grandfather would take him to the railway more than ten miles away to watch the train, of course, on foot. Father said he was hungry, Grandpa will spend ten cents to buy him a big pancake, watching him eat, Grandpa will be happy on one side. Mother said that the old man used to help her with her eldest sister at that time. The mother also said that the grandfather took the eldest sister to play in the street, and when some children at school saw the eldest sister, they would fondly touch the red little face of the eldest sister, and said that the eldest sister's little face was like a red apple.

Listening to my parents, I can tell that they have deep feelings for their grandpa, just like I have a deep affection for my grandpa, just like my husband and I have a deep affection for my grandma who has been dead for ten years.

Picture A memory of a person, how many hearts are warmed by an old man? Why do you always cry involuntarily when writing?

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