In our neighborhood, there is a Grandma Li, who always sits on a small bench in front of the door with a pair of old reading glasses, sometimes looking at the climbing tiger on the wall, sometimes looking at a dense pile of wild vines. Grandma Li's hair was messy and gray.
As I rode by, she always looked at me with a strange look. Therefore, she gave our children a mysterious feeling, and every time my friends and I passed by, we were far away and hidden. My friends and I were a little scared of Grandma Lee.
Every time Grandma Li came out, we didn't dare to go near her, deliberately avoiding her, and when I passed her, I bypassed the hollow tree hole that I usually didn't dare to bypass, which was covered with climbing tigers, and there was only a faint light inside. Every time I saw Grandma Li, my friends and I slipped over like thieves. We sometimes dream of her when we're riding—chasing me while I'm riding, stopping me. My friends and I often talk about her, and we suspect that she is a "unearthed cultural relic"?
Once, I got on my beloved little bicycle, just passed by the door of Grandma Li's house, and I rang the little bell a few times. The trolley let loose a string of pleasant bells: ''Jingle bells, jingle bells...'" The voice grew weaker and weaker, and in the end it was gone.
At the moment when the bell stopped, the door of Grandma Li's house actually squeaked open, and Grandma Li's gray-yellow face was still the old pair of reading glasses. My heart franked, and crisscrossing wrinkles covered Grandma Lee's face. Grandma Lee's cloudy eyes looked at me. I stood dumbfounded, the wind tugging at Grandma's silver hair.
Grandma's lips pursed and she murmured, "No, no." As he spoke, he turned his heavy body and closed the door. Somehow? A trace of pity for Grandma Li in my heart suddenly appeared.
But I can't change the habit of ringing the car bell when I enter the community. Whenever the bell ended, Grandma Li always stuck her head out on time, then shook her head and said to herself, "No, no." The tone was full of disappointment and helplessness.
By chance, I listened to the square dancing aunt in the square and discussed Grandma Li's experience. When I heard it, I explained the situation to my friends. It turned out that Grandma Li had a little granddaughter, and when she was in elementary school, Grandma Li saved money to buy a beautiful little bicycle for her little granddaughter. Every week, the little granddaughter will come to see Grandma Li, and when she comes, she will ring the little bell, but the little granddaughter will not come after she goes to junior high school, and Grandma Li's son and daughter-in-law will never come. A man lives here alone. After listening, the little friends nodded, knowing the expectations, disappointments and bitterness behind the "no", how lonely the poor old man was.
In the days that followed, whenever I rang the carbell, Grandma Lee always stuck her head out hopefully. Once, my grandmother's lonely hopeful gaze made me panic. I smiled friendly at Grandma Lee. Grandma Li was taken aback, and a few tears dripped from her cloudy eyes.
I couldn't control myself and blurted out, "Grandma's good!" Grandma smiled with tears, and Grandma's smile was so kind, like a brilliant chrysanthemum in the autumn wind, shimmering with crystal tears. Grandma's smiling face is so gentle.
How unfilial Grandma Li's children and grandchildren are! This reminds me of what Confucius said to Ziyou in the Analects: "The filial piety of the present is to be able to cultivate." As for dogs and horses, they can all be raised, disrespectful, why should they be different? ”
After a month or so, despite my efforts to ring the bell, Grandma Li did not come out. This may have disappointed me a little. A few days later, I got an unfortunate news: when I was passing by the security room, I heard an old lady who took the courier ask the security grandfather: "Where is Grandma Li?" Why can't I see his shadow these days? ”
Grandpa Security said regretfully, "Alas! Grandma Li is gone, silently gone, what a poor old man! ”
Grandma Li was a kind and poor old man. We as children and grandchildren should have a filial piety, filial piety to the elderly, so that every elderly person can spend a happy old age.
Since then, whenever we pass by Grandma Li's door, each of our little friends has always had to ring the bell of the bicycle. Since then, Grandma Li's door has always been surrounded by ringtones, and the bells are crisp, pleasant, sad and heavy!