Bitter taste

We walk on the same road and often meet each other, but we often brush our shoulders and never talk to each other..   I often secretly watch your vigorous posture on the court from a window in the distance, and watch you feel distressed after sweating like rain..   Often imagine what kind of girl you will like and whether you are like this.   Often imagine what color you will like and whether it is the color you often wear on your body.   I like to walk on the road you walk along, I like to appear in the place where you often appear, I like to look at your back in a daze..   One day, when you don’t see you in the place where you often appear, you will think about what happened to you, whether you were ill, dated or never appeared again..   One day, you wore a dress of your own favorite color. Imagine if you knew that I also liked this color, whether it was for me or not.   One day, the eyes of a casual touch meet, imagining whether you are also watching me.   Hope mood, sweet and bitter.

Back to’ Home’

[ editor’s note ]catkin elder sister, in fact, you have never left this home in our hearts. you have to leave temporarily because of the change of work. we also know the helplessness. after all, the time and energy spent by the editorial department is not what ordinary people can imagine, especially a good editor who is so serious and responsible as you are.. This reminds me of the busy and full days and nights I spent in the online haunting of prose. I really feel a lot about it.! Catkin elder sister, remember: the door of your home is always open for you, and you are more expected to return to the’ back garden’ and continue to work with everyone to build a better home.!   I don’t know whether this is home or not, and I have been away from prose online for several years. I remember when I first established this website, I buried myself in this world every day because of my love, for three years, because some changes in work and life had to leave prose online.. But today I unknowingly walked into this home that once took most of my time and energy, and my mood was also very complicated..     I’m glad my name is still on the web page, but I forgot my password when I entered again, and applied for another one again. I entered the ancient self as a tourist, with scattered words in the space, which made me feel a little cold.. I haven’t started writing for a long time. Some friends said: Your pen should be rusted. Actually, my mind is really rusted..     Some familiar faces, more new faces, still flickered on the front page. After browsing line by line, I feel like I’ve returned to my family, but there are many members in my family, many of whom I don’t know, so I can’t help feeling a little lonely in my heart..     I think I am really attached to this place. After all, it has also given a good time and filled many gaps in my memory. It has also made me know many friends and grow up myself..     Home is a place where wounds and masks can be stripped off, a place where you can be isolated from the world, a place where you can miss no matter how long you leave, a feeling that makes it difficult for you to give up. I am in this mood, so I am back to’ home’.[ Responsibility Editor: Chloe[ Original ]

as warm as spring

The cold wind once again attacked the town, setting off too many memories. Buttonwood leaves catch up with winter’s footsteps, leaving behind a confused figure, provoking pity. I don’t know since when, I slowly like the weather here.     In every abnormal change of weather, memories are raised, which is like an agreement that was born with a label for a lifetime.. The warm and spring-like heart quietly blooms in the winter, and can feel her fragrance, which can’t be forgotten like a light one..     In the middle of the night, the yellow light shines slightly on the campus, and stars can be seen when the window is opened. The rest of the dormitory was quiet with their breathing mixed unevenly, like the sound of raindrops trickling down the roof..     The wind blows on the leaves, and the leaves and leaves dance vaguely, warming each other at night, so pure as not to allow any impurities to seep in, and at a certain moment they stand out unusually.. Turn on the desk lamp and clearly see the dust flying in the air. The air feels frozen in an instant without any cracks..     No matter how the shadow changes, my mind stops here with the air, thinking of the phone call from my mother in the afternoon, and constantly telling me that you should wear more clothes when it’s cold, don’t catch a cold again, and your body is so poor … Ah, although she was very tired of her nagging at that time, my heart was still warm and unspeakable warmth.. In an hour in the afternoon, the mobile phone was filled with more than ten text messages, full as if in a mood.     Those are just words of blessing, simple greetings, but enough to warm me in this season. In the passage of time, some people always stand out in a special time. I suddenly thought of what a friend said to me. Time is a light that is getting stronger and stronger. As long as I can see a little light, I have hope.. Warm, also is so simple.     Shallow breathing, light end. One breath ends and the other begins. The part of the heart that suddenly shrinks or enlarges may only be remembered in a long and long dream, warm and warm. The palm of the hand is cold, hot water is poured into the empty mineral water bottle, the hot air rises at the bottom of the bottle in an instant, and the whole bottle slowly shrinks by half, the warm distance. Everything needs a carrier. If it wasn’t for the cold wind, I couldn’t detect these warm feelings.

Afternoon thoughts

The afternoon sun was so warm and warm that people felt a little stuffy and stuffy, and immediately drank a cup of cold boiled water. When the cold water entered the body, they felt so fresh and fresh. After the skin was soaked with water, they also became moist, slippery and damp, a kind of comfort that people could not say.!     I looked at myself at this time, wearing a small unlined shirt with black and white stripes and lace trim at the neckline and hem, a silver-gray dress, and a pair of light blue slippers at the foot. In this empty room, I could listen to a favorite song and dance with its beautiful melody, and the skirt formed a big circle in the slow rotation, as if I were in the center of the earth. The long hair also rotated with the body, and a breeze swept across my cheek at the moment of rotation. I took a deep breath, so fresh and fresh..     It was during the warm and cold season of spring that they shook their tender branches to show people the coming of another year’s spring. The little green color made people feel life and vitality. When the river gradually became civilized, the farmers wore thick winter clothes, came to the fields and carefully cultivated their fields, and then carefully waited on their fields like baby – sitting. The pickaxe and hoe contained their deep attachment to the earth, gradually sprouts sprang up with spring breeze, soaked in the moisture of rain, and the crops grew even more gratifying..     Summer arrived in their hope. Look at the boundless fields, the wheat billowing, the fertile fields thousands of miles away, the fragrant rice flowers, July and August are the season when rice spikes fall, the green rice fields and the fragrant rice that cannot be hid. You can feel deeply soaked in the insides with a deep breath. No one can describe the rare moisture in words, because after that season, farmers all put on their favorite clothes, dressed themselves beautifully and went out to visit relatives and friends, and some young people like to travel.? You’re not going to lose it, are you? I’ll tell you with a smile that they are modern farmers who not only grow fields but also do business. Some active farmers go to work in the city during their leisure hours. Some of them can work as carpenters, some can work as bricklayers and some can repair various kinds of vehicles. It is their arrival that complements the shortage of labor force for these jobs in the city. The city’s bosses also like these simple migrant workers very much, because many of them are short-time workers and their wages and benefits are almost enough. Therefore, the bosses can reap more profits from their efforts. As for those farmers who know how to do business at ordinary times, some of them are family members.. Their children also came to schools in the city early to receive the best education.     When autumn comes, the thousands of miles of plain is a piece of golden yellow. The heavy ears of rice, rice and beans exude another kind of ripe aroma, which makes people see in their eyes and delight in their hearts. At this moment, farmers no longer stay in bed and are busy in the fields at three or four o’clock in the morning. Perhaps you will ask to cut rice so early.? Or cut corn? In fact, there is only one harvester in the field. Some family members and friends are busy tying bags, some are busy loading cars, and rice in the field can be harvested in a day’s time. It seems mechanization has brought real benefits to farmers..     Unconsciously snow in winter is like a naughty child who quietly comes and scatters silvery white on the earth. Children are the happiest when they run to the open space to fight snow battles. Some children even stretch out two small hands and then watch the snowflakes slowly melt in their hands. Some children stretch out their small mouths and then snowflakes to taste what snowflakes are like. After tasting, they say, ” Why are they not sweet?”? Silly child. If all of them are sweet, you naughty little ones are not sweet enough to hurt your teeth? Ha ha, this is the children.     I also had a childhood and experienced a young childhood like them, but now I think of it as a distant thing for me, as if I had gone through a process from ancient times to the present, so long and really incredible. I was so calm in the face of the complicated society at this time, perhaps I had never had any extravagant ideas and lived a life of nine to five, with family companionship, my own career, and occasionally went to the market to buy food after work every day. It is not too much to do a few things at home.. In a word, the morning mist, the neon lights at night, and the weaving of people and traffic are so common to me. I often think that everyone wants their life to be colored, and the background color of this color is authentic. We walk in the world for a time, and dust will return to dust and soil at the end. Then we can find our true self. Home is the warmest harbor when we are tired. Family is our forever company. Remember that no matter how far you go, your family is your forever hanging lead.!

A village that is slowly disappearing

The spacious and straight cement street was built when the village was connected. It was a few years ago, when no one would believe that the village would disappear slowly and raise funds to build the cement street.. The narrow hutongs left traces of the village before repairing the water and mud roads. The poplar trees lined the streets rustled with the wind, gray walls and red tiles on the houses were located in orderly courtyards.. This is my village.     I was born in this village and graduated from primary school to middle school. I never left the village. The village is lively in my memory.. Winter is the most carefree day of the year. When the sun comes out, the men, women and children in the village come out to bask in the sun. After lunch, I walked out of the house and chatted in groups.     Women don’t have leisure in their hands, some have sole, some knit sweaters, chatter and chat, and work in their hands is not stopped. The topic of women is nothing more than who does delicate sewing, who weaves sweaters with beautiful designs and novel designs, and sometimes they say who adds a new dress..     The men brought their children together to talk about the eastern parents, the western family’s short harvest, Kan Kan’s one-year harvest, the changes of each family, and who has a daughter-in-law for the boy and a husband’s family for the girl.. Or talk about how to celebrate the New Year. What kind of new year goods do you do.     The quietest ones are the old people, sitting next to a warm haystack or against a wall, narrowing their eyes and pulling up two sentences one after the other to show off their past and look forward to the future..     The happiest thing is that those children who are at home on Sunday play and play together, or gather around adults to listen to adults or let adults tell stories to them..     The glory of the past is no longer today. There were 1,000 people in the village. Now there are not a quarter of the people living in the village. Young people have gone to work in the city.. They settled in different cities, their children went to school in the city, and they didn’t come back to be reunited until the New Year holidays.     The middle-aged and elderly people living in the village, who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, grow their own acres of land. Solve your life. They have cultivated the land which has never been deserted. Now, it is winter again, the village has become deserted without the lively atmosphere of the past.. Maybe, when they can’t farm, they will go to different cities to join their children.     The excitement and laughter of the past seem to exist only in my memory. Maybe I have forgotten the laughter of the past, and maybe I will never have it again!     A few years later, with the process of urbanization, the village will slowly disappear.     Every time I stand at the entrance of the village and look at the distance, the unspeakable melancholy spreads in my heart, for the distant relatives, for the village that has gone into the sun, for this village that has slowly disappeared. I feel very deeply.     No one can stop the process of urbanization. The only thing that slowly disappeared was my village.

A man once said, ” I am your rice sand.”

I am not mo wake up, nor is su nianhan, no one will be my salvation, and no one can be my doom. – Wedges I stood wandering on the road, blazing sunshine grilling the earth, and a slight smoke on the asphalt pavement.. I stood on it barefoot. Its temperature quickly spread to my whole body. At that time, I remember someone once said to me, ” I am your rice sand.”.   It was a little full of sadness, and the weather was still a little cool, but sometimes hot air blew in, causing a crisp itch in the ears.. At that time, the electric fan was always spinning with a shout, causing a sharp pain in the eyes. I always stand in the dark corner and watch those arrogant people proclaim their happiness loudly. I heard their laughing voices trembling in the air, and those voices kept hitting my face with the hot wind, cooling half of my fantasy.   I’m like don’t wake up, a person hiding in a corner complaining about himself, seems to see through everything in the world, a person living quietly and haughtily.   On that night, when I heard me crying, the only one who comforted me said to me, ” I am your rice sand.”. At that time, the moon was far away and big. The sky was dark with no stars. Only a large cool breeze blew on my face, cool and cold, and then wet, falling on my lips and flowing into my mouth to be salty..   In the hourglass regulations, Misha is Mo’s best friend. As far as I am concerned, rice sand is a stabilizer when Mo wakes up and flushes. They are all children played tricks on by time. I seem to see the black sky in the distance torn by a tear, and a few tiny white lights are leaking out slowly and continuously from the inside.. They spread rapidly, from that opening to the whole sky, and the whole world began to shine and dazzle me.. This is clearly a strange world with breathtaking beauty and stunning beauty..   I began to publicize my happiness without restraint, and I began to ignore the surprised eyes of the people around me and constantly exaggerate the root cause of all my happiness worth my while..   Was I too naive or too stupid, was I too stupid or too stupid at that time?. I even stood in front of her with self-mockery and repeated his kindness to me loudly and continuously.. At that time, I ignored her gradually cooling eyes.   I attach importance to repeating a dream. I always dream that I am standing under a buttonwood tree with a white scarf. The leaves on the tree are turning from green to yellow gradually.. They are constantly swaying in the wind, they are shaking and falling, but they are caught in the footsteps of the branches and cannot dance in the wind.. The wind hit it. The voice of’ Hua Hua Hua’ constantly haunts my ears from light to heavy, from heavy to light. Constantly fade in and fade out. I sat on the bench under the tree, and the fading light gradually lost its original glow in the distance.. Suddenly all went out. I saw a dim figure in the distance by moonlight. He came to me, but suddenly turned away. The heavy pace of’ dadada’ gradually disappeared.   I always wake up in panic in the middle of the night. There was only darkness around and I was the only one with heavy breathing. I walked out of bed and drank the hot water in the cup, cup after cup, never tire until the water in the cup began to cool down. I began to wake up, then leaned against the head of a bed until I fell asleep.   I was wrong after all, but I still couldn’t beat fate.. Division has become my reason for complaining about the weather. I stood in the corridor on the second floor and looked at the 3322 crowd downstairs. I sighed and self-mocked my sadness.. God always pulls you to the edge of pain when you fall into a happy mood. I have no courage to tell myself that distance is not a problem. My fear always fades in my mind at some time.   This is my greatest skill – moaning without illness and feeling sentimental. Strangeness is a word that I dare not face again in my life. He is my sensitive source. Even if you don’t touch it. He is also like a brand, engraved on the bottom of my heart, can’t forget it.   Please forgive me for having to choose to give up. Because in this world, in the eyes of others, I am a monster, only suitable for a person to live humbly and only know the ability to cherish his sadness..Then one day, when I really die of happiness, others will start pointing at me and mocking, ” You see, she doesn’t like loneliness, doesn’t she like sadness?”? Now, this is the price of self – righteousness. At that time, I became the representative of those who have nothing and the model of strangers.   I still remember that cool night, those heavy words were vaguely engraved on my heart. I want to wait until I am old, I will still sit in my garden, and a person will indulge in these memories printed in my heart, and occasionally the wind will blow on my face, just like the night that gave me hope..   Chuci said: The greatest pain in life is to be separated from one’s beloved life, and the greatest joy in life is to have a new confidant..   As far as I am concerned, this is indeed the greatest pain in life.   If I hadn’t been so stubborn, would we end differently! If the time was different, could we not!   A man once said to me, ” I am your rice sand.”. There was a moment when I admitted that I smiled and tears fell out of my laughter.!   I would like to pay tribute to those beautiful memories and rice sands that once ceased to exist and are now truly engraved in my mind.!

A capricious record[ eight[ original ]

The dark wounds of the years are always hidden deep in the heart. Sometimes, they are really hard to detect. Only when you dig deep into your memory in extreme silence can you see a thing or two and know the sad past it contains.. Perhaps everyone in the world has hidden one or several hidden wounds in his heart, but he doesn’t want to show them easily, even himself, or is an unspeakable pain.. All we can do is to escape for a while in order to keep ourselves safe and secure and to tie up our bodies and minds..     The years I can remember are fifteen or six spring and autumn, but this is a painful memory that I can’t forget that permeates with blood smell in the air. How much love and hate and how much blood and tears are carried in this memory, besides those who have already left the world and experienced hardships but still exist in the present, I’m afraid only a few careful people can count the past after tea and meal and recall the sad past with helpless emotions.. As a witness to this long life of joy and sorrow, I also play a part in their life, so no matter how humble my status as a whole can be ignored and forgotten.. So, in my weak crown age, I was quietly on my way with a state of mind that could not be ignored, intending to silently pour out this sad memory of the past.     I haven’t tried to dig my memory from the depths before. There are probably many reasons for this. Many times I think I belong to the kind of person whose heart is not firm, and the words like this that constantly belittle my ability always appear in my mind when my heart is dispirited and my body and mind are exhausted. The appearance of it does make my whole person look unreal. Sometimes I really want to lower myself into the dust, and I’d better not see the light forever. Otherwise, I don’t know who will stab me again, and I won’t be able to ease my mind for a while.. However, people all understand that everything has its unknown dual nature, which generally does not appear in front of people at the same time. Its unique magic sexual intercourse pays human beings like the chronic nature of time. It always breaks out inadvertently on your way forward, leaving people unable to cope at once.. However, behind such things, it calls for the simple truth of the world with the dribs and drabs of things that happen in our lives. While we are still in our mood, we may look like eating chili peppers when we slowly salvage the fallen leaves engraved with intangible memories from the heart lake for study..     As for how I understand my own life, to be honest, I don’t know much about it. When I read a favorite book carefully, I think I have a sense of existence. At that moment, I thought time was like going back in time, so that I, a lowly fallen laggard, could taste the fruits of other people’s lives, which are thousands of different from my way of life.. In such a mixed reality and romantic life, I began to give birth to some of my own ideas for no reason – writing about my life world. I think that reading other people’s books is to increase self-restraint in life, improve one’s moral quality and increase one’s aesthetic standards.. The difference between writing one’s own book and writing one’s own is great. It contains all sorts of unknown requirements for one’s own, and not everyone can write works that make everyone nod when they bring up a pen. People like Lu Xun, Ba Jin and Yu Qiuyu have all been baptized with much ink before they have developed their skills that are now praised by the world.. So I like to look up at the sky alone all day staring blankly at different numbers, fantasizing about writing an amazing article, and only feeding myself with ink and words all the time..     The fireworks in memory are sometimes gorgeous because they are different and unique. Some people say that fireworks are cold and mournful, because they only bloom in the night. Others say that fireworks are beautiful women in the world because they can awaken people’s hearts of compassion and love for all dust..     In the fifteen or six bloody years I have experienced, I have also watched its beautiful or mournful appearance in the starry night sky, but in my memory world, fireworks are high and cold, making me elusive and full of mysterious things.. My attitude towards it is like Zhou Dunyi’s praise of lotus flowers – only a distant view is not to be mocked. Therefore, such alienation has given me a quiet and quiet life personality, more part of which can also be said to be cowardice that I have no courage to face with strong forces.. I can’t completely deny that I belittle people’s words, because when my dear people are oppressed by blood, I am helpless and do not take necessary actions to protect others with my own strength.. This has to be said that my character is not as good as expected.     The gorgeous peach blossom in the world always blooms in the warm and pleasant spring with all its strength, while the peach blossom in the high and cold sunshine in winter seems to lack some warm temperament, making people feel lonely and cold, just like some old photos hidden in a drawer or paper box far away from people suddenly found, suddenly pouring a pot of cold water on people’s originally dead heart, which has frozen the whole body completely..     And this peach blossom of mine not only blooms in winter, but also is stained with the color of blood and has been accompanying me for fifteen or six unforgettable years.. Now, while I appreciate peach blossoms, I only sigh with the ruthlessness of the years..

The Healthy Atmosphere of CNKI

In the first ten days of August, I wrote an irrigation post to participate in the dragon – receiving game regulations and posted it on Kaidi, Zhejiang and Zhongzhi websites.     This is a pure entertainment version of the word game irrigation post, without touching the sensitive content of political views at all. Considering that the premise of this character – linked game is happiness, happiness, relaxation of mood and pleasure of body and mind, I relaxed the requirement of the character – linked game so long as the last character can be linked to the previous character, even if it is different in pronunciation and character, it conforms to the rules of the game and is not subject to the restrictions of idioms, even the words of four Chinese characters conform to the rules of the game..     My original irrigation post is naturally carried out according to my personal wishes.     It’s not surprising that five-hair molecules in Kaidi’s website are common to stir up posts.. However, for this pure entertainment version of the irrigation game post, five hair molecules did not come to stir up the post. Only the popularity of participating in the entertainment post is not high. After a few days, the post will naturally sink to the bottom of the sea. Surprisingly, I met a self-righteous’ intellectual’ person in Zhejiang HowNet, jumped into my game and started to fight with me with great fanfare, making offensive remarks, vicious invective, personal attacks, criticizing and interfering with the dragon – joining game. It was not like a’ intellectual’ saying from a university campus at all.. His performance is better than the poor performance of the low-level wumao, and his image is disgusting and despicable.     In order not to cause trouble and stir up trouble in this post, let the pure happy entertainment post suffer the bad luck of going against its path, happiness becomes angry and relaxation becomes tense.. So the editor, with my approval, deleted the post and did not appear any more, lest someone should always have a bad heart and play tricks of fighting and pressing people. In CNKI, it makes me feel at home. After this post was released on CNKI, I was extremely happy and happy, because the release of this post has achieved the purpose and effect I expected to be relaxed and happy.. Not only did no one stir up the posts, but they also received active attention, active participation and strong support from China Knowledge Network Super Moderator Long Xing Tianxia, Moderator Shepherd Girl, and other netizens such as Life’s Five Flavors, Old Well 1, Gun God, Zhiluo Laozhao, Embracing Happiness, etc.. Until today, this entertainment version of the game post is still showing the momentum of enthusiasm, with people showing their talents and connecting high-level words every day.. This makes me heartily happy. The participation and support of my friends are the greatest encouragement and help to me and make me feel the joy of living in this atmosphere.. The text docking of netizens is so wonderful that they are dazzled and dazzled.. They are quick in thinking, brilliant in writing and impressive in writing.     In the positive atmosphere of China Knowledge Net, I feel a fresh mood of warmth, friendship and heart-width and body – peace. The words written in this atmosphere are the process of enjoying life and the environment. People who deal with words don’t want to be disturbed by the attacks and invective that are filled with smoke. We want a quiet life, a healthy and happy life and a good and upward life.. I feel this kind of atmosphere is a kind of sunshine writing environment with pleasant spirit and pleasant facial expression, dealing with words, and this kind of atmosphere like CNKI is recognized and welcomed by us..

Beauty is fleeting, and love is precious

Cherish the spring often afraid of early spring, what’s more, countless red.     In late spring, I accompanied my sister to do hair and look at the two similar faces and eyebrow eyes in the mirror, but one is still young and the other eye is full of ripples that have blown over the years.. It feels as if the trance is still a young and mature one. How can be time sneak attack, changed shape?     Vaguely remember – when I was a child, I always followed my sister like a small tail, and a face of adoration kept asking questions.. At that time, my sister was not only the embodiment of beauty but also a synonym for wisdom in my eyes.. Remember when my sister got married, I hid behind the door admiringly to see her rosy face full of happiness, then took my mother’s hand and asked when I could grow into a sister! Now, I have grown up, but my sister is getting older. She was once omniscient and often needed me to help her decide. I love to talk about all kinds of troubles in my life. Unconsciously, we seem to have changed places. More often, I would like to stand in front of her and hold up a sky.. Whenever this happens, I feel happy and sad in my heart. Happiness can share her sorrow. Sad time’s heartless, beauty is easy to die.     The years are in a hurry, and when we look old, we have only sighs in addition to laments.. How long can I stay young in the mirror? It’s always the enemy’s sword of time, but it can’t make people old.. Only hope, at the most beautiful moment, some people cherish it and others appreciate it, and finally they haven’t missed the beauty of this blooming season..     If there is no one to admire the flowers, they should also be swaying, leaving fragrance curled up and blossom into a beautiful beauty..     Finally changed a fresh hairstyle, sister suddenly looked much younger. Holding up her sister, she walked out and bought a beautiful dress to help her recover her lost youth in her confidence..

Grandma Wang Huan

Although my grandmother gave me only ten years of kinship in my life, she gave me fresh and lasting memories. Grandma added a beautiful color to my childhood and made my young heart feel infinite warmth.    I remember grandma often wearing a black old coat with a big pocket sewn in it. As long as grandma’s hand reaches into the pocket, I feel happy waving to me again.! Because grandma’s pocket was filled with some fruit candy and pumpkin seeds that her mother and aunt showed filial respect to her, grandma could not bear to eat them, and almost all of them were eaten by me and my brother.. For me, who is young and hungry, that ordinary pocket is really a happy gourd. For this reason, I often stare at grandma’s hand. Although grandma loves her brother most on weekdays, it may have something to do with her elder brother being the boss, perhaps because her elder brother will coax her old man’s house to be happy. In short, grandma always prefers her brother and wants to give him more food. Since I was a child, I always find little tricks secretly played by grandma and her brother, and always appear in front of them at the first time. grandma was embarrassed and had to give me some delicious food originally reserved for her brother..    After my brother left as a soldier, I was the only one to have my grandma’s baby pocket. Every night when I go to bed, I always like to sit on the kang with grandma. Grandma always rubs her back with a corncob. When there is no place to rub it, I will put my small hand in and tickle her. Maybe it’s the reason why she is too old. Every time I tickle her, I will always leave white dander in my nails.. Granny, who is extremely comfortable, will always give me a few candies from that treasure bag. Grandma’s pocket sweet my childhood, full of the best memories of my childhood.    In fact, grandma’s pocket is full of her life, bad karma’s toiling life.    I know very little about grandma’s life. I only remember grandma wrapped in her feet and thought she was a rich girl and condescended to marry us in the lee family.. As for whether this is the case, I didn’t ask grandma, nor did my father say that I didn’t know grandma’s life until I grew up. Granny was originally born in a poor wang xing family in the village.    Granny was born in troubled times, in the wind, in the rain, and has experienced many vicissitudes of life. During the Anti – Japanese War, our hometown was occupied area, and small devils often went to the countryside to harass people and plunder people’s wealth.. When I was a child, I often asked grandma if she had seen Japanese soldiers, and grandma would angrily say, ” Why not?”? Devils are small, wearing heavy big leather shoes, and have a black and calm mournful face and don’t talk at all..    When grandma married grandpa, her family was destitute, and they were toiling hard to hope to raise children hand in hand, the blind god somehow took away my capable, respected and hopeful grandpa, leaving only four sons and one daughter to the widowed grandma.! Grandma had to pull the young child alone and live a miserable life. In order to survive, she ate up all the hardships and suffered all the sins. I worked as a short-term worker for the landlord’s family and sewed and washed clothes for the neighbor’s family.. My uncle, father and aunt, instead of starving to death and freezing to death, purchased several acres of farmland before liberation and gained a firm foothold in the village under her hard work..    When I was six or seven years old, grandma was already an ancient person. At that time, the parents worked in the production team all day long, and grandma took on all the housework. Her little feet kept wriggling and wriggling, washing clothes and cooking for the whole family, and feeding pigs, sheep and chickens.. The industrious grandmother continued to work until the last moment of her life.    The miserable life not only created grandma’s strong character, but also filled grandma’s pocket with kindness. In the sixties and seventies of the last century, there were often people from Henan and Hebei who fled to our village to beg. Grandma always pulls beggars aside, quietly gives them something to comfort them. Granny still treats foreigners like this, and she is even more responsive to her neighbors and neighbors. Due to her good mind and willingness to help others, grandma’s reputation in the village has always been very high. No matter where she goes, she keeps saying hello..    Grandma has always been in good health. I thought she would live a long life. Who wants to leave us in a hurry one day after her brother joined the army?. At that time, I was still young. I don’t know why grandma suddenly fell ill. Now that I think about it, grandma is already very old, and she misses her brother so much that she becomes ill.. Remember that day of that year, grandma seemed to have sensed the ghost and knew she was leaving.. After getting up, I only asked my mother when she would come back and lay in bed without food until dusk. She died at the age of 88.. Grandma walked so calmly and peacefully, as if she had just rested comfortably after a day’s work yesterday, her deep belly breathing slightly stirred her toothless lips and slowly quietly fell into the most beautiful dreamland of life.. Granny suffered hardships all her life. She was kind to others and died well. Let’s be the younger generation and feel a little comfort in grief..    Grandma died nearly 45 years ago. Although she had already turned into clouds in the sky, many memories are still as clear as yesterday in my memory.. Granny’s old age is just my childhood period. Because of grandma’s love, my gray childhood of hunger and suffering has some bright colors. Because these bitter memories are mixed with some sweetness, I will never forget them..    Grandma, who runs through the river of my memory, is a person worthy of my eternal admiration!