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This is the 49th original article that Da He shares with you.
This article is 2200 words, and the estimated reading time is 7 minutes.
In the past two days, I have moved, and a lot of old clothes from the past have been turned out of the closet.
When you see some clothes, you will suddenly remember some memories that you have forgotten. In psychology, this phenomenon is called the Putlus effect, which refers to the fact that a person recalls a specific thing or experience by smelling a unique smell in the past.
In fact, it is the same with clothes, each piece of clothing represents a memory.
People will have a lot of clothes in their lifetime, but the wardrobe capacity is limited, the drawer capacity is limited, and the heart capacity is also limited, so you need to come often to vacate some places and let new ones in. But some people are reluctant to throw away their clothes when they are worn out and things are used up, and they have a person in their hearts and cannot afford to throw them away.
Just like my grandmother.
My grandmother has always looked like that for as long as I can remember, with her back bent, maybe she wasn't as bent as she is now when I was a little younger. In the summer, she always wears a large shirt with unknown flowers, baggy, always holding a fan in her hand, and walks slowly but always walks where she wants to go. In winter, she always wears bloated floors, and every step she takes feels like a contest. When she laughed, she could see her silver teeth.
The smell of perfume on my grandmother's body (Rokujin Flower Water) has not changed over the years.
Her family lives in the mountains, and the mosquitoes on the mountain are all wild mosquitoes with patterns, which fall on your arm, and even if they die, they will give you a big bag, as if they are using life to explain Tagore's famous saying that the sky does not leave the wings of a bird, but I have bitten.
My grandmother had a lot of tricks at pressing the bottom of the box, and she would use the straw to weave fans, and the woven fans would be sold at the market. This kind of fan has the fragrance of wheat straw and feels good, which is a must-have at home and a must-have weapon for repelling mosquitoes and flies. She will also use rice stalks to weave **, which is very popular when she sells it in the city. In addition, the chili sauce and fermented bean curd she made were very delicious, and my mother learned to make them several times, but she couldn't make the taste of my grandmother.
When I was a child, I liked to live at my grandmother's house, which had three beds. The other two beds were prepared for us during the New Year and the holidays, when we came back to live. The bed is not very big but very warm, probably because there is a smell of sunshine in the quilt, and under the bed is a rice stalk, which is soft and soft, and Jay Chou's rice fragrance.
Grandma went to bed very early at night, and she was ready to go to bed after dark at seven o'clock, and for us now, seven o'clock may still be on the way to get off work, but grandma has already fallen asleep.
She also snores when she sleeps, accompanied by the chirping of insects outside the window, but I feel very quiet, quiet enough to hear my own heartbeat. Maybe it's calm.
Grandma is an idle person, she will grow some vegetables in front of her house, will also raise a group of chickens, usually help her eat some leftovers, and when she comes home for the New Year, it will become a dish together with the greens in the vegetable field and put it in the middle of the table.
She sometimes goes out for a walk, and I don't know if she goes to ** for a walk, and her social circle at that age can't be interjected when she goes.
But every time she came back, she always had food in her pocket and brought it back to me. Sometimes it's a handful of candy in your hand, sometimes it's a pear or an apple.
My grandmother did not worship Buddha or Jesus, but she still believed in some Xi passed down from her ancestors.
I remember one time during the Spring Festival, I was at my grandmother's house for the New Year, and there was a local Xi called Xie Nian, which was to place some tributes on the stove to worship the king of the stove. Grandma bought a herring and put it in a red plastic bag as a tribute in front of the stove, and suddenly the fish moved, I subconsciously blurted out, saying that the fish is not dead, but she rarely counted me down, and I can't say such unlucky words during the New Year.
My grandmother in my memory is still stuck in the summer vacation before going to college, with a strong body and a loud voice, waving her hand and telling me to come back to see her after the holidays.
But getting older, especially getting older, seems to happen overnight.
I forgot which holiday I went back to see her, and found that my grandmother seemed to have suddenly become older than before, and her original vigorous pace now needed to walk with the help of crutches, her hair seemed to fall out a little, and she was a lot more mature.
Her eyesight is getting worse and worse, the presbyopia is getting worse and worse, and the chickens have rebelled and come to the room to. Grandma used to be a very clean person, but she probably couldn't see clearly.
Her quilt also has no smell of sunshine, and she bought a lot of new quilts, waiting for us to take them out and use them after the Chinese New Year.
The neighbors around her have either moved away with their children, or they have not survived the epidemic that swept the world and turned into a handful of loess, and she is the only one left nearby, living alone in the mountains.
In the struggle against the years, my grandmother showed signs of invincibility.
Milan Kundera said: "The only thing we can do in the face of the inevitable rout that we call life is to understand it." ”
Because of understanding and compassion, many people hate memorizing texts when they are young, but when they are older, they will burst into tears when they think of Zhu Ziqing's "Back".
It seems that it is always like this, after having your own world, family affection needs to be reminded at any time.
When I saw the death of the deceased, I sighed that my family should be accompanied more when I was old, and when I saw a text and listened to a song, I suddenly realized whether I was not good enough for my family.
Perhaps only when we really lose it will we understand the worries and sorrows in the hearts of those who are reluctant to live a lifetime.
Sometimes call ** to the elders in the family, we often "feed" for a long time when we speak, thinking that it is a problem with our mobile phones, and when we see that the ringtone is already the largest, and then listen to the sound of "hey", the nose will inevitably pantothenic.
After that, I started to be afraid, afraid that I wouldn't have time to get along with her properly, and she would be gone, so I often talked to her about me when I was a child, about my mom when I was a child, and listened to her talk about her when she was a child.
I just want to know more about her while she can talk to me. I knew that even if I clenched hard, the hourglass of time would slip through my fingers, but it was better than ending up empty-handed.
Old, it's really a terrible thing. It is irreversible, regardless of whether it is rich or poor, this is the reality that every younger generation has to face in the face of the aging of their elders. And that's the case, my grandmother is like a tree that only lives for one season, she has already contributed green and shade, flowers and fruits, and when she enters the autumn and winter, if she gives me a bunch of firewood, it will really disappear.
Here I think of the passage in Long Yingtai's "Seeing Away":
"The so-called father-daughter-mother-son game just means that your fate with him is to constantly watch his back drift away in this life and this life. You stand at this end of the path, watching him fade away at the bend in the path, and he silently tells you with his back: you don't have to chase.There are some people in your life who don't have time to accompany you to see the long stream, you have just opened the title page of life, and they turn around and wave goodbye to you.
At the end of the year, I often go home to see and chat with the elderly at home.
The sun arches and dies!