Thoughts on the eighth day of the first month
Every year on the eighth day of the first lunar month, it is a gloomy day for me. Because this day brings me infinite thoughts. This day should be joyful, because the smell of the year is still strong. However, I was not happy on this day, and the air around me seemed to freeze, as if it had returned to the early morning ......... thirty-four years ago
In the early morning of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, I was drowsy, when I suddenly heard a cry, turned over and tried to sleep, but I couldn't sleep, so I simply got up. When I got up, I didn't see my parents, and when I was wondering, my neighbor's aunt told me that my dear grandmother had passed away, and when I heard the news, I was like thunder. I had dinner with my grandmother the night before, and my grandmother had nothing abnormal except for a little cough, so why did I sleep and my grandma was gone? Hurriedly ran to the courtyard where my grandmother lived, only to see that the mourning hall had been erected, and my grandmother's cold body was lying on the mourning bed in the hall, covered with a cloth, and I was about to open it to look at my grandmother again, but was stopped by the uncle in charge, because I was young at the time, although I didn't understand what adults said about heaven and the like, but the only feeling in my memory at that time was that my heart was hollowed out of the general .........
Speaking of grandma, life has been bumpy. Grandma's maiden home is in a small village in Zhaodong City, Heilongjiang Province, when grandpa went to Kanto for a livelihood and worked in a grain station, grandpa was very tall, good-looking, and a beautiful man, grandma followed grandpa all the way to Shandong. At that time, the conditions were very poor, there was no **, the transportation was not convenient, the most important thing was that the family was very poor, it was not easy for grandma to go back to her mother's house, and there was very little contact with her mother's family.
The birth of my father brought happiness to my grandmother, who regarded her father as the pearl of her palm. However, the grandparents were very strict with their father's education, so that his father was honest and knowledgeable from an early age. Therefore, my grandparents passed on the family style of integrity to my father, and my father passed on this family style to me, because of this style, my current work is like a fish in water.
Grandma's dexterity and flower arrangement skills are a must. When I was a child, I used to move a small bench and sit next to me to watch my grandmother embroider. I was dazzled by the little goldfish embroidered by my grandmother, and the peony flowers seemed to exude a fragrant ......
Grandma's cooking is also a must, making rice cakes, croquettes ......The deepest memory is that my grandmother wrapped the corn kernels in corn leaves, steamed them in a pot, and then sprinkled them with some chopped green onions and seasoning......s
Because grandma has lived in the Northeast since childhood, the climate is cold, there is a problem with tracheitis, it is not obvious when she is young, as she grows older, every winter, she has to suffer from coughing, and when she is serious, she coughs more than once, and she can't breathe, so her father brings an oxygen bag to her grandmother, which can alleviate it, and then grandma's disease develops to emphysema, and even pulmonary heart disease, grandma is most afraid of winter, because winter is too sinful, at that time the medical conditions are not good, and the family is not rich, and there is no good way to be hospitalized, so you can only rely on oxygen bags. Even hormonal drugs to relieve pain. But my father always tried his best to reduce my grandmother's illness, so the whole village agreed with my father, saying that my father was the most filial, and my grandmother was blessed in old age, and she had married all the way to it, one word: value. However, father, when I mentioned my grandmother, I felt very regretful, because my grandmother was only sixty-eight years old when she died, and when she was young, her family was poor, and she lacked food and clothing. However, there was no way, the disease took my grandmother's life and brought great pain to the whole family.
Today, the eighth day of the first lunar month, is grandma's sacrifice day, I got up early in the morning, drove to take my parents, aunt to the grave for grandma, the garlic seedlings in the field are growing well, grandma's grave is wrapped in green garlic seedlings, it seems lonely, see this scene, tears can't stop flowing down, this is an expression of the grandmother's thoughts. May there be no pain of disease in heaven, no torture of disease, and may grandma always be healthy and happy every day in heaven!
Grandma, please accept the sincere blessings of your granddaughter and bless our family with health and happiness!
The thoughts of the eighth day of the first lunar month are forever and forever!