Winter Snow misses Grandma
Text/ Xie Na
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In the early morning of January 20, 2022, the laughter of children's silver bells came from downstairs, and when the curtains were opened, there was a dazzling white in front of me, and it was snowing! Flower-like snowflakes fell on my face, cool, and this snow washed away all the dust and whitened the whole world. I guess this must be grandma's pure soul, and I guess grandma, who is in heaven at this moment, must be peaceful and serene.
January 19 is the day of Grandma's funeral. The weather forecast said there was rain and snow during the day. But this rain and snow did not come until nightfall. I knew that it was Grandma's reluctance to let her children and grandchildren get muddy when they came out during the day, and she didn't want to cause trouble for her children. This is like Grandma's life, enthusiastic, well-done, never willing to cause trouble for others, and never let others say no.
I remember that every New Year's Festival, Grandma would always cook a large pot of tea eggs. The tea egg was on the stove and boiled over a warm fire all day, and the tea egg tasted strong and the room overflowed with the aroma of tea. At that time, many people came to the house to visit relatives, grandmothers to guests, three teas and six meals, and the song was every week. Before the guest leaves, she will give the guest the tea egg in return. Grandma said that the gifts are still exchanged, and the gifts do not care how much, but they cannot let people return empty-handed.
In the past, the family yard was always full of various vegetables. When she was not married, every day at five o'clock, she heard the "creaking" of the pressurized water well in the yard, which was Grandma watering her little vegetable garden. Grandma carefully served her little vegetable garden, and when the vegetables were ripe, she would pick the beans, eggplants, cucumbers and so on, and then pick out the beautiful ones and let me send them to the neighbors in the alley. She always said: Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Usually, there are things, people and neighbors have not given us less help. Although this dish is not valuable, it is our intention to express our gratitude.
During my grandmother's illness and hospitalization, I could count the order of duty of all the medical staff. Whenever the nurse came to check, Grandma would always greet the nurse warmly. Every time the cleaning aunt in the ward came to change the garbage can, Grandma would say thank you to the people. Even if it is her own children, she will not bear to add trouble, do not want to let the children worry. After such a big operation, she had never said a single pain. The back of her hand was bruised by the nurse's fluid injection, and she in turn comforted the nurse that it was all right. At night, I was in the hospital with me, and I would sleep very shallowly, and when Grandma moved slightly, I would get up and check it out. Whenever this happens, she will always say: I'm fine, you're going to sleep, and tomorrow you have to teach the children a lesson." Sometimes when I saw my grandmother, I rubbed her shoulders and smoothed her back. Before she could massage a few times, she said, "I'm all right, you should rest for a while." Even at the end of her life, when Grandma was terminally ill, she would still hold on to the people who came to see her and say: I'm fine, you don't have to hang up, just hurry back and do your own business.
Grandma is like this, warm and kind all her life, enlightened and fashionable.
I grew up with a dull yellow complexion, and after I joined the work, my grandmother always felt that my face was not rosy enough. She always said to me, you have to learn to dress yourself, learn to be on TV, put on some powder, rub some rouge, paint a red lip. Every time I laugh and say, Grandma, you are more fashionable than the old lady in the city! Grandma's fashion is not only in the eyes, but also in the mind. When she was young, she was a famous tailor in a dozen miles. I still clearly remember that when I was a child, wearing the new clothes that my grandmother sewed for me, I caused the envious eyes of many friends. It was a fake two-piece set, pink shirt with a doll collar, a delicate bow at the neckline, and two small pink plaid vests in front of it. That dress, in the countryside of the eighty years, was quite fashionable. I was wearing that dress, floating from the head of the village to the end of the village, and the eldest bride or aunt I met on the road would ask: Where did you buy such foreign clothes? I replied with pride and pride: My grandmother did it. The five of us grew up in clothes made by our grandmother. Later, except for the youngest sister who was not married, which of our siblings' children did not wear the clothes made by grandma? When my son was young, he was wearing a cotton jacket and cotton pants made by my grandmother, and the neighbors praised it when they saw it, and this old lady was so skillful in her hands that she couldn't even see a stitch.
A few of our brothers and sisters are also the pride of grandma. During the hospitalization, I heard her chatting with the nurse and the cleaning aunt several times, talking about our brothers and sisters, and she said, My grandchildren and nieces are all good, filial piety and understanding, which is my blessing! However, Grandma did not know that she was our lucky star. She uses every word and deed to tell us the true meaning of doing things and the simple philosophy of life, which are the inexhaustible wealth we enjoy in our lives.
In the snow, two children were admiring the little snowman they had just built. The children exclaimed: The little snowman is so beautiful, if only it didn't melt it off. The children don't know that even if the snowman turns into a pool of clear water, she will still be very happy, because her beauty has brought so much happiness to the children. The children also do not know that the little snowman will eventually become a cloud, watching the children grow up happily with those good memories.
Heaven and man are separated, and the thoughts are endless. Grandma, heaven must be free of sickness, may you rest in peace.
【About the author】Xie Na is a teacher at Gaotang County Ethnic Experimental Primary School. She enjoys the study of reading and writing teaching, and is committed to leading children to fall in love with reading and to write.