November 8 this year marks my grandmother's 120th birthday. It reminds me of many unforgettable memories.
My grandmother has three sons and two daughters. I have an uncle, an uncle, and two aunts. When it comes to our grandchildren, granddaughters and grandchildren, there are twenty in all, and I am the eldest granddaughter.
In our parents' generation, every family had a daughter at the beginning, a boy who was reborn. We have three cousins, all born in the same year, but I'm a few months older than them.
It was when I was seven or eight years old, and I was naughty because my grandmother didn't go to school, so I liked to play tricks on her. I asked, grandma, what year were you born, and grandma said that it was the twenty-ninth year of Guangxu.
We didn't understand the meaning of Guangxu, so we asked grandma if it was 19 years AD, and grandma didn't understand the meaning of AD. The four of us laughed. I also took the lead in laughing at my grandmother for not going to school and being ignorant.
Later, we asked my grandmother how old she was this year, and after doing the math, I told her that you were born in 1903. Our grandparents and grandchildren laughed again.
Another day, I mischievously asked, "Grandma, what's your name?"Grandma laughed but didn't answer, and my cousin said loudly, grandma's name is Zhu Meixiu, grandma laughed when she heard it, and we laughed back and forth. In this way, several of our grandparents and grandchildren laughed together and rejoiced together.
I remember that at this time, my grandmother always told us to cherish today's hard-won happiness, study hard, and be sensible and beneficial to society in the future.
For as long as I can remember, every year on the 8th day of November, my grandmother's birthday, my uncle, my father, my uncle and two aunts would bring the whole family to congratulate my grandmother on her birthday.
There are three or four tables set up in the house, aunts, aunts, aunts, and aunts, cooking rice and stir-frying, grandma sharing candy, and our three grandchildren and sisters serve the food to the table, so happy and lively!
Every year on the eighth day of November, the sun is always red and the sun is shining. No matter whether it was cloudy or rainy or snowy yesterday, this day was always shining, the road was dry, and it was convenient for the aunts to come back to celebrate grandma's birthday.
We countrymen say that after three years of drought, the sun comes out is a treasure. In the cold winter months, it is really rare to meet a warm and sunny good weather!
When it was time for my grandmother's birthday, we counted many days in advance and looked forward to it. How happy we are, thanks to the blessing of our grandmother, it has brought us a good scene of peace and tranquility.
Grandma was smart and capable, hardworking and kind all her life. Grandpa was a tailor who went to other people's homes to sew clothes all year round to earn some cash to supplement the family. The farm work in the field is all done by grandma alone.
Grandma is wrapped around her little feet and let go, and those twisted and deformed foot bones often make grandma's feet hurt unbearably, and it affects the lower back and heel pain. But for the sake of her family's livelihood, she always insisted on working.
Grandma didn't go to school, but she was very good at oral calculations, she also kept accounts, and she kept accounts and wrote Roman numerals that the old people usually wrote, and our grandchildren didn't know each other, and they pestered grandma to ask, and pestered grandma to laugh.
After the fathers got married, the grandmother always went to the house of the three daughters-in-law, and had to worry about the two aunts and help with the housework. But my grandmother never screamed tired, didn't take a nap during the day, and worked until the early hours of the morning at night.
At that time, the housework was the most, twenty grandchildren, and the growth of each grandchild was all carried by the grandmother and slowly grew up. Because at that time, mothers had to work in the collective production team to earn a share.
Grandma is in good health, not afraid of heat on hot days, and not afraid of cold on cold days. She is physically tough and never gets sick. Only when I saw those black and white hairs did I know that my grandmother was old.
Her flushed and radiant cheeks are always a sign of health. On a hot day, at noon, when the sun was at its peak, she was turning over the millet in the sunning area. In late autumn and late spring, she tended to the crops in the fields barefoot. I helped this family, that family, my son's family, and my daughter's family. Among the parents, the aunt and sister-in-law, no one said that grandma was biased and unfair.
At that time, there were too many chores, and my mother always had to assign something for us to do. Sometimes we are playful and forget to do things, and sometimes we are lazy and don't want to do things. When it comes to checking in the evening, things are not done well, and we will be scolded again. Grandma came to act as a peacemaker for our mother and son again, and she helped this gang and that, and calmed things down.
Later, our twenty grandchildren grew up. Our three sisters were born in the year when the "Three Red Flags" were flying throughout China, and my youngest cousin was born in the first year of reform and opening up. Slowly we grew up, the older ones got employed and got married, and the younger ones went to school. Grandma was also tired and bent over.
We all advised my grandmother to stop working hard, but she was always afraid of disturbing our family's life. In the more than ten years since my grandfather's death, my grandmother insisted on living alone. Grow your own vegetables and feed pigs and chickens, and support yourself.
There is a small vegetable garden opposite the house. It is a 100-meter downhill walk from the house, and you have to cross a small river channel two or three meters wide. The creek often flows through it, and there are three or four stone piers in the middle, which usually have to be crossed by pulling up the trouser legs.
Grandma's waist and legs were short, so it was inconvenient to cross over the stone pier, and she often had to pull up her trouser legs to walk to the vegetable patch. Sometimes, I would help my grandmother pick the manure from home to the vegetable patch and the vegetables and fruits from the vegetable patch home. Most of the time, she does it alone.
Grandma is broad-minded, confident in life, long-lived and old-fashioned, and blessed her children and grandchildren.
Many elderly people in the countryside will die before their children and grandchildren pass the age of 60. Scenes of white-haired people sending black-haired people abound. In our country, it's called the old man with a rundown. Encountering those deeds, the old people themselves are uncomfortable, and the younger generations are unhappy.
And my grandmother, who is eighty-eight years old, has a full house of children and grandchildren, all of whom are alive and well. Moreover, in every child's house, there are children in pairs. Even among the grandchildren later, although we experienced the family planning movement, we also had both children and daughters.
After I had two daughters, I paid some fines and also gave birth to a son. This is due to my grandmother's blessings and blessings to her children and grandchildren. With such a blessed and charitable grandmother, we all sincerely wish her a long and healthy life.
Grandma is also a tolerant person. She has been tolerant of others all her life and suffers from herself. When her grandfather was alive, she asked her grandfather to do easy handicrafts, endure hardships and stand hard work, and work hard. After her children got married, she tried her best to help each family, so that her daughter-in-law and daughter could have some leisure time. When our grandchildren grew up, she often taught us to think more about our families in everything we do and keep them harmonious.
After I got married, I encountered some unlucky things, and my grandmother always encouraged me to endure more losses and endure difficulties, overcome difficulties, and have a good time. Suffering from losses is a great blessing, and suffering from losses is long. In this way, I have experienced too many ups and downs, and I still strive for self-improvement.
On the eighth day of November 19**, I took my youngest son to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. When I was about to go home, my grandmother brought some candy to my son, and I coaxed my son to tell my grandmother to invite her to my house to play. Grandma said confidently that when the baby gets married, grandma will definitely come. What a confident grandma!
In 1991, on a sunny late spring day, my 88-year-old grandmother, after lunch, was tired and lay in bed and wanted to rest for a while. In this way, Grandma never woke up again, fell asleep forever, and left us forever.
Hearing the bad news, I took my little son and came back to mourn. My son and I knelt before Grandma's Spirit. I said, "Grandma, I've taken your great-grandson and bowed down to you." Grandma, my son hasn't grown up yet, but you're not awake. Grandma, dear grandma, dear grandma, you missed the appointment. Grandma, you will always live in our hearts.
On the 8th of November this year, it was still a sunny day, warm and peaceful. We are a big family from my grandmother, only my parents and uncle have passed away, and there are seven elders, 20 grandchildren, married and had children, great-grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and more than 100 descendants.
Although we are not high-ranking officials, we are not rich and noble. However, our hundreds of descendants, workers, peasants, businessmen, soldiers, party, government, military and civilian studies, and all walks of life, we are all showing our talents and making due contributions.
Back then, my uncle was the head of the village, and now, my cousin, who has two responsibilities, is the party secretary and the head of the village. And we all inherit the health genes of grandma, all of them are strong and healthy.
May grandma's blessed stars shine brightly, and future generations will be forever.
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Blue Moon, I am a factory worker, and I like to read the emotional stories of my dream of returning to my hometown. In addition to being deeply moved, I will also tell you the ordinary true stories that happened around me.
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