For some people, once lost, it is an eternal parting, and there will never be a day to see each other again. The pain of losing a loved one is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, and it cannot be described in words. Those who have not experienced it cannot appreciate this heart-rending pain.
It has been nearly three years since my grandmother passed away, and the river of time has taken away many memories, but it cannot erase the sorrow in my heart. It was a heart-wrenching moment that seemed like yesterday. In the dead of night, I always think of her kind face and warm smile. Her death day is approaching, three years have passed in a flash, and I am still immersed in endless thoughts.
I remember that in the year my grandmother died, a song "The Other Side of Lethe" spread all over the streets. Every time the melody of this song sounds, my heart wells up with endless sadness. Tears blurred my vision, and I seemed to see my grandmother again. She stood by the Lethe River, across the bank from me, and her endless thoughts and sorrows turned into rivers that flowed endlessly.
Life is like a dream, and there are laughter and tears in dreams. The loss of a loved one is an eternal pain in our hearts. We learn to cherish the people in front of us, but we also understand that some regrets are destined to be irreparable. The time that has passed is like flowing water, and there is no going back. We can only find that warmth in the memories, so that the soul can get a little comfort.
Grandma was born in 1930 during the war-torn years, when life was like a flat boat, crumbling in the rough sea. War and social upheaval have left people living in hardship and misery. In a family with four older brothers, the only girl is not regarded as the pearl of the palm, but shoulders the burden of the family after the death of the grandmother.
She carefully sewed cotton clothes, cotton pants and cotton shoes for the family, whether it was the four brothers or the elderly grandfather, she sewed them by herself, and her skillful hands, like an invisible sewing machine, sewed up the family's food, clothing, housing and line by stitch.
She, like the tenacious little tree that stands tall in the wind and rain, silently bears the pressure of life. Under her protection, the family was able to spend every ordinary day with peace of mind. Her presence is an indispensable support for the lives of her family, and a source of stability and warmth.
Her dedication and hard work are like a long stream of water, quietly nourishing everyone's heart. Her every word and deed, every move, is full of endless love and care for her family. Her love, like the endless river, flows quietly in the hearts of her family, giving them the strength and courage to face all the ups and downs in life.